than that of Major Andre. Hale, the Columbian SON with a LION'S HEART and a soldier's HONOR never strove to bribe his captors as did Andre the three virtuous, brave, unbribed, unbought and free, uncorrupted and incorruptible militia men, Paulding, Williams and Van Wert. No! He was prepared to yield the forfeit and bowed in resignation to that fate which awaited him according to the usages of war.

When Captain Hale (after his capture) was conducted into the presence of the haughty and supercilious Gen. Howe, the British Commander, he quailed not, and when that imperious General with a look that carried the knowledge of an irreversible judgment within it, asked Hale as follows; "young man do you know the reward of your temerity? Do you know your doom?" Answered laconically "I DO. DEATH."

SYMPATHY.

"O smile to those that smile on thee;
For there is nought on earth so sweet
As when the heart is full of glee,
A look of kindred glee to meet;

The evening star, that shines alone,

Can scarcely through the shades be known;
But when her sisters all arise;

How brilliant are the midnight skies!

O weep for those that weep for thee;
For there is nought on earth below
Like mingling tears of sympathy,
For drooping hearts of care and wo:
The flowers of pleasure rise again,
Like blossoms wet with summer rain;
And hope returus to light the eye,
Like sunshine when the clouds go by."
But Hale, poor Hale no hope's for thee,
No helping hand's in sympathy.

Die thou must, help, it can't extend,
Die manly, firm, Columbia's patriot friend.

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"I do. Death. This expression upon the part of this thrice noble son, betrayed no sacrifice of principle or honor. Where are they that love their country and the memory of the martyred spirits of my country's exalted glory, who will dare to attaint his memory by making him to suffer loss in contrast with Andre-that shall dare to attaint his memory by saying that his conduct savored, on this occasion, of cowardice? Who are they? They that are in possession of tory principles now, as they were then.

What can we find in Major Andre to admire-to cherish, that we cannot find in Captain Hale? He possessed a soul as sincere as it was guileless, and as fearless, and undaunted as it was guileless, honorable and free. If Andre's erect and manly form drew forth the admiration and love of the gentler sex, who think you, reader, was the manliness, beauty and stately steppings of a noble Hale to be compared with, or by whom was his magnanimity, courage, honor, qualifications and handsome personal mien as a citizen soldier to be measured? Hale! for whose lifeless body the young, lovely and loving Sarah Easton could and did risk her life to recover, that that body might be restored to friends. and be buried near the homestead of his parents.

There stood the bold youth with bosom bare,

His noble life suspended on a hair,

If brave in life, he was brave in DEATH,

And on scaffold yielded bravely his PATRIOTIC breath.

"A Mary in the hours of darkness before the day had yet dawned was found at the sepulchre of Jesus her Lord and Master, in search of the body of that awfully butchered Master and immaculate God Divine."Woman, why weepest thou." "Because they have taken away my lord, and I know not where they have laid him.' Her eyes were holden that she knew him not. She therefore said unto a risen Redeemer, when he appeared unto her at the sepulchre, "Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and I will take him away."

Most exalted of all exalted earthly affections! A holy, loving Mary, at a sepulchre in search of the body of a crucified God, and alone in her search whilst the earth was yet completely wrapped in the sombre shades of night. This at a time, too, when the stoutest hearts had stood appalled with the most awfully alarming fears. But the day previous the sun had been darkened, and thick darkness had veiled the earth, and the sacred veil of the Temple had been rent in twain. But the day before earth had shook to its centre in its having endured the convulsive throbs of a mighty earthquake, and the graves had opened and many of the sleeping dead were called forth to ask, why nature thus "trembled, to the throne of" the Most High God?

Fearless Woman! Unchangeable Daughter of Faith and Faithfulness. Admirable Mary. Wonderful precedent of profound courage, sublime, high-souled and Heaven-born affection of loveliest resplendency.

That the noble of the gentler sex still retains a nature susceptible of this high order of affection of Heavenly purity-this courageousness of spirit in the dark hours of solemn and high duty and sore trial, when their pathways are beset with dangers upon every side, the following statement* in a note is offered, as an incontrovertible evidence.-Hanna's Glory of Columbia.

*The young, beautiful, accomplished and courageous Sarah Easton, the betrothed of Captain Hale, visited the British encampment of Gen. Howe under the protection of an American flag, denominated a flag of truce, for the purpose of procuring the dead body of Captain Hale, which had been buried three days. Womauly and with woman's true fortitude did she meet the gibes and sneers of the British officers, and requested of Gen. Howe in person, "the body of Nathaniel Hale for christian burial." Howe rejected her petition, and informed her that her request could not be granted. A young, but magnanimous British officer who had been ordered by Howe to conduct her to the boat in which she had came, (to his eternal praise be it spoken) whispered to her at the moment of their parting at the shore, and at the same time pointing to a cove, bade her come there at the hour of midnight on the coming night, promising her to deliver the body to her. She did so, accompanied by the grey-headed father of Captain Hale, and procured the body and conveyed it to the home of that father for proper interment. Admirable daughter! A daughter who has since had a parallel of fidelity and faithfulness of affection, in the person of Sarah Curran (daughter of the Irish Barrister) the betrothed of the illustrious and patriotic, but butchered Robert Emmett, who was hanged for treason at Dublin in Ireland.

Hark! hark! sweet Sarah, the loud clarion sounds,

'Tis honor calls me to war,

Now love I leave, perhaps for wounds,

And beauty for a scar.

But, ah! suppress those rising sighs,

Ah! check those fast falling tears:
Lest soft distress from lovely eyes
Creates forbidden new-born fears.

My life to fame devoted was,
Before my fear I knew,
And if I now desert her cause,
Shall I be worthy you.

It is not fame alone invites,

Though fame this bosom warms;

My country's violated rights,

Impel me on to arms.'

Weep not then dear girl, if I leave thee behind,
My love in life-in death shall ever endure,

Though beauty will fade, yet the charms of thy mind,
From Falsehood my heart will dear Sarah secure.

If fall I shall, my loveliest one,

For the task has no fears for me,

Forget me not, dearest, when I am gone:

If I fall, then know-Hale died for the free.

J. S. Hanna.

"Cold and unhonored he lies, whilst richly deserving of a country's praise, gratitude, honor and monument. Noble son! The conduct of thy betrothed-thy affec-. tionate Sarah, has constituted the brightest and highest monument that earth can erect and consecrate to thy memory and thy worth. The proudest, most brilliant and lofty monument! A monument of the sacred and devoted affections of a Sarah's most faithful heart."

Hanna's Glory of Columbia.

Oh! sound loud his name that sleeps in the shade,
Where cold and unhonor'd his relics are laid:

Sad, silent and dark, be the tears that we shed,
As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.

But the dew-drop that falls, tho' in silence it weeps,
Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps;
And the tear that we shed, tho' in secret it rolls,
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.'

Could no sacrifice, love, be found but in thee,

Hard, hard was the lot, but oh! fault not the decree,
If Heaven ordained it, we're resigned to God's will,
We mourn thee, loved one, and shall mourn thee still.

Oh! Nathaniel beloved, what more can I say,
Could my sorrying heart's effusions repay
Thy fondness in love, both rich and sincere,

Thou bestowed on thy Sarah, who weeps o'er thy bier.
J. S. Hanna.

Great interest was manifested by many of the American citizens in Andre's case. Exertions were made in his behalf with Washington, and great threats and offers were made by Sir Henry Clinton, a commanding General in the British army, to whom Andre was particularly dear. Even Arnold possessed.impudence and insult sufficient to address communications to the American head-quarters in his behalf, (these, however, were not replied to,) attempting to point out the duty of the commander-in-chief and his brother officers in the American army, with regard to Andre. The threats of Clinton possessed no weight. General Washington and his brother officers possessed too great a sense of the demands of justice, the undying interests, love and glory of their country, to suffer either pursuasion or threats from any quarter to swerve them from the great duty they owed to their country, posterity and posterity's Almighty God, the God of battles and KING of PEACE.

General Washington no doubt would have been induced to have saved or spared the life of Andre, had Arnold been captured or given up. Andre was tried, convicted and condemned to death as a spy. He de