Hessians and Brunswickers, the lees And brutal Tories, worse than these- I felt my heart in anger leap- "I have a strong arm for the fray; "When prowling wolves have left their den, So from the corn-rows, green and tall, Į slung my pouch and powder-horn, I kissed my babe scarce three months born, And bade my wife farewell that morn. I journeyed steadily all that dayThrough brake and brier I made my way; For stream or hill I did not stay. At set of sun I made my camp, I reached the meeting-place at eight, Oh, fatal haste, so soon to stir! Rash, headstrong men the others led, "My messenger left at set of sun; Said Colonel Paris then, "Not so! Willett, who acted such an important part at Oriskany, for which a sword was presented to him by Congress, was a native of Jamaica, Long Island. He was elected Mayor of New York in 1807; in 1824 he was President of the Electoral College of the State. He died in 1830, aged ninety-one years. The sketch of the Battle-Field was made in 1848, by Mr. Lossing, for his "Field-Book of the Revolution." The frame-work in the centre of the picture is the remains of the platform erected for the speakers at the celebration held upon the battle-ground in 1844. Fifteen thousand people were collected. The principal speakers were Hon. D. S. Dickinson and Hon. John A. Dix, recently appointed Major-General of the United States Army. The platform was erected on the spot where Herkimer fell. A dark spot in the centre of the field behind indicates the place where the beech-tree stood, under which the wounded General sat when delivering his orders. The Indian ambush was placed upon the high ground in the middle of which the barn now stands. The hottest part of the fight took place upon the high plain between the ravine in the fore-ground and another ravine farther to the right. "Else all may see those do not err "Who brand you as a coward cur "And skulking Tory, Herkimer." But Herkimer only smiled at firstHe knew those merely words at worst That from hot-headed rashness burst. I have been placed your path to guide, To the jaws of ruin gaping wide?" But Cox replied, "This talk is vain; "If Herkimer fears he may be slain, "Let him in safety here remain.” Flashed Herkimer's eyes with fire at this, And sank his voice to an angry hiss"Such shafts," he cried, "my honor miss. "March on! but if I judge aright, "You'll find when comes our foe in sight, The loudest boaster first in flight." And so they were marching through a glen Not far from the mouth of Oriskany, when I overtook their hindmost men. I saw Dirck Bergen's honest face He wrung my hand and told me all-- For Brant is watching round about, "We'll have it heavily, by-and-by; I laughed a little my fear to hide; I saw that cabin of logs once more, I saw her bending with girlish grace, The house-dog pricked his watchful ear- But soon dispersed that pleasant scene, A deep ravine was in our way, Fringing the fore-ground of the scene, The leaves were thickly set o'erhead, A sight, a sound the soul to shock- Forth from a jet of fiery red To life the sleeping echoes woke, Then rang around us yell on yell, And though the foe we scarce could see, From a sheltering trunk I glanced around- And though his horse was slain, and he He was not chafed nor stirred the least, All through the hottest of the fight None shrank the foe, though sore bested. Full many a stout heart bounding light, I was not idle through the fray; I had seen the face and marked it well, No hound on scent more rapt could be, "Twas he! my brain to throb began, His savage work was speedily through; Upon us closer now they came; We formed in circles walled with flame, Which way they moved our front the same. Sore galled and thinned came Butler's men, Our wrath upon the curs to deal, Fiercely we fought 'mid fire and smoke, And I have heard the oldest say Such storm was known as stopped our fray. "Twas one of the cloud-king's victories- But short the respite that we got; At the tightening grasp my eyes grew dim; Deep peril hung upon my life; In my hair his eager fingers played; I had sunk before his deadly blow, The Mohawks wavered-Brant in vain In the distance where Fort Schuyler lay- Advancing then with friendly cries, They came as though to aid our band, We hailed their coming with a cheer, Saw through their mask as they drew near. "They think," he cried, "by tricks like these, A deadly purpose in us rose; For cabins fired, and old men slain, The Mohawks see their allies die; We could not follow-weak and worn For of our band who fought that day And on that field, ere daylight's close, Revenge, not grief our souls possest- ORLEY FARM. BY ANTHONY TROLLOPE.-ILLUSTRATED BY J. E. MILLAIS. CHAPTER XIII. GUILTY, OR NOT GUILTY. Furnival, without any presence of mind at all. "I hope I have the pleasure of seeing you very well. I did hear that you were to be in town NFORTUNATELY for Mr. Furnival, the shopping; but I did not for a moment expect pleased or whether he did not please. There she was in his law chamber, present in the flesh, a sight pleasing neither to her husband nor to her husband's client. She had knocked at the outside door, which, in the absence of the fag, had been opened by Mr. Crabwitz, and had immediately walked across the passage toward her husband's room, expressing her knowledge that Mr. Furnival was within. Mr. Crabwitz had all the will in the world to stop her progress, but he found that he lacked the power to stay it for a moment. The advantages of matrimony are many and great so many and so great that all men, doubtless, ought to marry. But even matrimony may have its drawbacks; among which unconcealed and undeserved jealousy on the part of the wife is perhaps as disagreeable as any. What is a man to do when he is accused before the worldbefore any small fraction of the world-of making love to some lady of his acquaintance? What is he to say? What way is he to look? "My love, I didn't. I never did, and wouldn't think of it for worlds. I say it with my hand on my heart. There is Mrs. Jones herself, and I appeal to her." He is reduced to that! But should any innocent man be so reduced by the wife of his bosom? I am speaking of undeserved jealousy, and it may therefore be thought that my remarks do not apply to Mrs. Furnival. They do apply to her as much as to any woman. That general idea as to the strange goddesses was on her part no more than a suspicion; and all women who so torment themselves and their husbands may plead as much as she could. And for this peculiar idea as to Lady Mason she had no ground whatever. Lady Mason may have had her faults, but a propensity to rob Mrs. Furnival of her husband's affections had not hitherto been one of them. Mr. Furnival was a clever lawyer, and she had great need of his assistance; therefore she had come to his chambers, and therefore she had placed her hand in his. That Mr. Furnival liked his client because she was good-looking may be true. I like my horse, my picture, the view from my study window for the same reason. I am inclined to think that there was nothing more in it than that. gratification of finding you every word that the dear, good, heart-sore woman spoke told the tale of her jealousy as plainly as though she had flown at Lady Mason's cap with all the bold, demonstrative energy of Spitalfields or St. Giles. "I came up on purpose to see Mr. Furnival about some unfortunate law business," said Lady Mason. "Oh, indeed! Your son Lucius did sayshopping." "Yes; I told him so. When a lady is unfortunate enough to be driven to a lawyer for advice, she does not wish to make it known. I should be very sorry if my dear boy were to guess that I had this new trouble; or, indeed, if any one were to know it. I am sure that I shall be as safe with you, dear Mrs. Furnival, as I am with your husband." And she stepped up to the angry matron, looking carnestly into her face. She To a true tale of woman's sorrow Mrs. Furnival's heart could be as soft as snow under the noonday sun. Had Lady Mason gone to her and told her all her fears and all her troubles, sought counsel and aid from her, and appealed to her motherly feelings, Mrs. Furnival would have been urgent night and day in persuading her husband to take up the widow's case. would have bade him work his very best without fee or reward, and would herself have shown Lady Mason the way to Old Square, Lincoln's Inn. She would have been discreet too, speaking no word of idle gossip to any one. When he, in their happy days, had told his legal secrets to her, she had never gossiped, had never spoken an idle word concerning them. And she would have been constant to her friend, giving great consolation in the time of trouble, as one woman can console another. The thought that all this might be so did come across her for a moment, for there was innocence written in Lady Mason's eyes. But then she looked at her husband's face; and as she found no innocence there her heart was again hardened. The woman's face could lie-"the faces of such women are all lies," Mrs. Furnival said to herself—but in her presence his face had been compelled to speak the truth. "Oh dear, no; I shall say nothing of course," she said. "I am quite sorry that I intruded. "My dear!" said Mr. Furnival, stepping a Mr. Furnival, as I happened to be in Holborn— little back, and letting his hands fall to his sides. at Mudie's for some books-I thought I would Lady Mason also took a step backward, and then come down and ask whether you intend to dine with considerable presence of mind recovered at home to-day. You said nothing about it eiherself, and put out her hand to greet Mrs. Further last night or this morning; and nowadays nival. one really does not know how to manage in such "How do you do, Lady Mason?" said Mrs. matters." "I told you that I should return to Birmingham this afternoon; I shall dine there," said Mr. Furnival, very sulkily. "Oh, very well. I certainly knew that you were going out of town. I did not at all expect that you would remain at home; but I thought that you might, perhaps, like to have your dinner before you went. Good-morning, Lady Mason; I hope you may be successful in your lawsuit." And then, courtesying to her husband's client, she prepared to withdraw. "I believe I have said all that I need say, Mr. Furnival," said Lady Mason; "so that if Mrs. Furnival wishes-" And she also gathered herself up as though she were ready to leave the room. do not know why you should say so," he said. "I do not think your friends begrudge any little trouble they may take for you. I am sure at least that I may so say for myself." "You are too kind to me; but I do not on that account the less know how much it is I ask of you." "The labor we delight in physics pain,' said Mr. Furnival, gallantly. "But, to tell the truth, Lady Mason, I can not understand why you should be so much out of heart. I remember well how brave and constant you were twenty years ago when there really was cause for trembling." "Ah, I was younger then." "So the almanac tells us; but if the almanac "I hardly know what Mrs. Furnival wishes," did not tell us I should never know it. We are said the husband. all older, of course. Twenty years does not go by without leaving its marks, as I can feel myself." "My wishes are nothing," said the wife, "and I really am quite sorry that I came in." And then she did go, leaving her husband and the woman of whom she was jealous once more alone together. Upon the whole, I think that Mr. Furnival was right in not going home that day to his dinner. As the door closed somewhat loudly behind the angry lady-Mr. Crabwitz having rushed out hardly in time to moderate the violence of the slam-Lady Mason and her imputed lover were left looking at each other. It was certainly hard upon Lady Mason, and so she felt it. Mr. Furnival was fifty-five, and endowed with a bluish nose; and she was over forty, and had lived for twenty years as a widow without incurring a breath of scandal. "I hope I have not been to blame," said Lady Mason in a soft, sad voice; "but perhaps Mrs. Furnival specially wished to find you alone." "No, no; not at all." "I shall be so unhappy if I think that I have been in the way. If Mrs. Furnival wished to speak to you on business I am not surprised that she should be angry, for I know that barristers do not usually allow themselves to be troubled by their clients in their own chambers." "Nor by their wives," Mr. Furnival might have added, but he did not. "Do not mind it," he said; "it is nothing. She is the best-tempered woman in the world; but at times it is impossible to answer even for the best tempered." "I will trust you to make my peace with her." "Yes, of course; she will not think of it after to-day; nor must you, Lady Mason." "Oh no; except that I would not for the world be the cause of annoyance to my friends. Sometimes I am almost inclined to think that I will never trouble any one again with my sorrows, but let things come and go as they may. Were it not for poor Lucius I should do so." Mr. Furnival, looking into her face, perceived that her eyes were full of tears. There could be no doubt as to their reality. Her eyes were full of genuine tears, brimming over and running down; and the lawyer's heart was melted. "I "Men do not grow old as women do, who live alone and gather rust as they feed on their own thoughts." "I know no one whom time has touched so lightly as yourself, Lady Mason; but if I may speak to you as a friend—” "If you may not, Mr. Furnival, who may ?" "I should tell you that you are weak to be so despondent, or rather so unhappy." "Another lawsuit would kill me, I think. You say that I was brave and constant before, but you can not understand what I suffered. I nerved myself to bear it, telling myself that it was the first duty that I owed to the babe that was lying on my bosom. And when standing there in the Court, with that terrible array around me, with the eyes of all men on me, the eyes of men who thought that I had been guilty of so terrible a crime, for the sake of that child who was so weak I could be brave. But it nearly killed me. Mr. Furnival, I could not go through that again; no, not even for his sake. If you can save me from that, even though it be by the buying off of that ungrateful man—” "You must not think of that." "Must I not? ah me!" "Will you tell Lucius all this, and let him come to me?" "No; not for worlds. He would defy every one and glory in the fight; but after all it is I that must bear the brunt. No; he shall not know it-unless it becomes so public that he must know it." And then, with some further pressing of the hand, and further words of encouragement which were partly tender as from the man, and partly forensic as from the lawyer, Mr. Furnival permitted her to go, and she found her son at the chemist's shop in Holborn as she had appointed. There were no traces of tears or of sorrow in her face as she smiled on Lucius while giving him her hand, and then when they were in a cab together she asked him as to his success at Liverpool. "I am very glad that I went," said he, “very glad indeed. I saw the merchants there who |