mander-in-chief say, "that he never transacted business with more courteous gentlemen than those employed by the British Government."

The aged veteran entertained the company by relating incidents connected with the revolution. As he spoke of the battle at Bunker's Hill, his youth seemed to return again; he arose hastily from the table, laid his cane upon his shoulder, to the no small amusement of the party, and with an elastic step promenaded the deck, assuring the Commodore that he should bear arms at Plattsburgh.

The party returned home satisfied with the day's excursion. Roselle probably was never in so great an excitement at this time. War, war, was talked of in every family, newspapers sought and eagerly read, so that they were well acquainted with every movement of the Government. The long looked

for day of battle came.

The boom

ing of the distant cannon was heard by the villagers of Roselle. Lieutenant Morse, in company with several of his friends, started that morning with a load of provisions such as he thought would be suitable for the suffering and wounded. Soon after the victory was obtained, he was upon the battle field, administering to the necessities of distressed humanity, without respect to rank or age. The dying officers and the wounded soldiers blessed him, as he kindly raised their heads and bathed their fevered brows. He endeavored to console them by pointing them to the Lamb of God that taketh away the sins of the world. He continued his errand of mercy till he fainted upon the field. He was borne to a neighboring house by his friends, where he remained unconscious for several hours.

Mrs. Morse and Mrs. Graham did not spend the time in idle gossip; but in fervent and importunate prayer, not for their country's victory alone but for the salvation of those souls that were being launched into eternity. They wept over the horrors of war, and those that were being made widows and orphans. There was no business transacted in the village that day. The young people climbed to the highest clefts of the rocks, so that they might hear the cannonading more distinctly. It might well be said, that Rachel wept for her children and would not be comforted because they were not.

Colonel Bertram had been actively engaged in his country's service, but upon hearing from his friend, he was immediately by his side. As he bent over his pale and exhausted form, he said, "You should not have been here, you were too weak."

"Duty called, and I obeyed," said the sick man.

He was then placed in an easy carriage, and conveyed to his own home, where he suffered for several weeks, after which he so far recovered as to be enabled to visit the then celebrated Dr. Huntington, who plainly told him that there was scarcely a chance for hope; his disease was such as to require a surgical operation. He gave such directions to his patient as were necessary. The Doctor, as he folded a billet, without raising his eyes soliloquized; "Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months are with Thee, thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass, turn from him that he may rest till he shall accomplish, as an hireling, his days."

And as he handed the note which he had just written to the invalid,

continued: "Yes, there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender | branch thereof will not cease."

As Lieutenant Morse took leave of his medical friend, he said, "If a man die, shall he live again? All my appointed time will I wait till my change

come."

CHAPTER IV.

THE VICTORY,

"Our Eagle mounts on Freedom's wings,

And shouts The victory won,'

Her golden plumes reflect the light
Of patriotic sons."

Ar this time, the village of Roselle presented a scene of festivity and joy. The glorious news of national peace