Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1844-12-20
VOL. XI.NO. IL.

was like an angel among the dead. Afler
gazing eagerly around for moment, she
flew to the arms of her recognized lover.
pale and altered as he was Il was Eliza.
The scene was affecting in the extreme.---
And while they wept, clasped in each 9TH
er's arms, the prisoners within, and even
tie iron hearted Hessian at the door, caught
the infection. She told him she received
his letter, and informed bis parents Of its
contents; but not knowing how TO return
with safety, she had travelled through perils
by land and water to see her Henry.
This same Hessian sentinel had served
us our rations for months past, and from
long intimacy with the prisoners was almost
considered friend. Eliza, who made her
home with relative in the city, was daily
admitted by the management of this kind
hearted man; and the small nourish-
ing notions she brought in her pockets, to-
gether with the light of her countenance,
which caused his TO brighten whenever she
appeared, wrought cure as il BY miracle
His parents arrived, bur were not Admitted
inside. In few days thereafter, however,
by the help of an ounce or two OF gold and
the good feelings of our Hessian friend,
plan was concerted for them. His turn Of
duty was from twelve till two o'clock that
night. The signal, was to lock and unlock
certain door twice, being given, Henry
and myself slipped out, and crept on our
hands and knees along the back wall Of the
Middle Dutch Church, meeting the parents
and Eliza by the Scotch Church in Cedar
street. As quick as thought, we were on
board boat, with two men aud four oars,
on the North River. Henry pulled for love,
| for life, and the men for purse so that
in thirty minutes after leaving the sugar
house we stood on Jersey shore.
In less than month Eliza was rewarded
for all her trials with the heart and hand Of
Henry. They now live not far from Eliza
BEETHOVEN, comfortable and happy. with
flock OF olive plants around their table spent
a day and night at their house last week, re-
counting our past sorrows and present Joys
Thus the old man concluded simply add
ing that he himself now enjoyed full share
OF earthly blessings, with grateful heart to
the Giver Of all good.
II is well TO snatch from oblivion spot so
interesting in revolutionary tradition as was
the sugar house prison in Liberty street.
Within fifty feet to the Eastward of the Mid
die Dutch Church is the spot on which stood
this bastile, iato which many entered, but
from whence few returned. The bell which
now calls you TO church is the same by which
those prisoners took their note Of time
Many, very many, counted twelve as they
lay on their bed of straw II was the knell
Of their departing hour. Before the bell
again tolled for one, they had gone to hap
pier climes.
Since writing the above, the religious SER
vices in this church have come to final
close. The workmen are now engaged in
fitting it up for apost office. The walls will
probably not be altered; and from their
thickness and the durable natare of the stone
with which they are built, under the FOSTER
ing care ofthe governments the building may
yet stand many centuries, as a landmark
wherein the English cavalry kept riding
school and within fifty feet Of which once
stood the sugar house prison of revolutiona-
ry memory.