The native American. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1837-1840, 1840-10-24

The whole army was soon in full flight
down the hill, nor did itpansa unlllit
found shelter at the boats, leaving the
ground in front of the American lines
covered with the dying and the dead.
Hero they come once MORE said the
young officer, after brcalhless lapse Of
|lane, during which the British had been
+receivng roii.forcenlents from Boston.
Stand to your arms, my men, shouted
the calm voice Of Colonel Prescott along.
the liiie, and IN ali instant all was again
silent rs the grave.
. On cane the foe, The Americans
were huShcd as death. Already had the
columns Of the enemy passed their dead,
when without waiting for the fire Of his
Warren once more pealed forth
his order to fire. along the line. The
answer was a terrible discharge of mus
kerry that swept every thing before It.
The British, retreated pell nell.
A third time they advanced 10 the at
tack, but this time in line ard not IN
column. Stimulated by The presence Of
Ia general officer, tie British regiments
marched up with cheers to the attack,
|pouringl in their fire with rapldity, and
Ioften with effect Yet ia vain they at
tempted to make an impression upon the
|close line Of the Americans. An hour
passed away. The ammunition Of the
Ilittle army was almost exhausted, and
|theiriire gradaally siackened, The Eng
fish General saw his advantage.
;On Ion drive the rebels from their
[posts, he shouted, waving his sword OH
high, and dashing to the onset. 5
Stand to your arms, my men, aganlan-
lsWered the stern, calm voice OF tie Ameri-
can leader, and then all was again hush
led within their lines.
But why paint that bloody day ? With
out ammunition, destitute Of bayonets,
their intrencllments forced, and General
Warren himself shot down, what could
the little armyaof undisciplined colonists,
however patriotic, do? They clubded
their muskets and fought with the des-
peration Of wounded lions, but in vain.
They were forced to retreat England
remained mistress Of the field, bnt it was
"a victory more terrible than many de-
feat.
In this terrible melee Fountenoy was
among the most conspicuous. His voice
animated his men; his presence was seen
levery where in their midst; and the quick
rapid blows Of his blade sent many hire
ling enemy 10 his last account. The foe
|qnailed before the bold daring Of his little
band and for time their progress was
checked But numbers finally prevail
led.
The young lover was the last TO draw
off his men. He kept detachment at
bay for many minutes, but ut last fell
wounded aud senseltss tothe earth.
When young Fcuateuoy came to his
RECOLLECTION he was lying il rich chana-
her, which he had never seen before. The
windows were partially open, and the
cool morning 9ir breathed softly over his.
brow A vague, indstinct memory of
some terrible melee floatcd across his
MUD, which gradually settled into a re-
collection of the late battle. He renem-
bered being wounded. He stirred, wond-
Icring where he could be. AT the motion,
Ia hand drew aside the curtain, aud he be-.
held his own Helen watching. over him.
james -thanlS God your fever has
left YOU she murmurcd, while the tears
of gladness stole down her cheeks.
Ellen--my rite family sud the
wounded man, kissing her cheek, as she
stopped over him.
1t was even so: They had been mar
ried Oh the very night when we first in
troduced them to the reader.