Weekly national intelligencer. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1841-1869, 1851-06-21

give YOU SIR "The States OF South Carolina and Ma
land Identical in origin, race and institutions, may they
never be aliens TO each other their meet In hos
Tile ranks"
LITERARY NOTICE.
PROM RALEIGH (H. o. REsIsrER.
THE WOVEN OF THE REVOLUTION, by Elizabeth F.
Ellet, in two volumes. New York, Baker d
Scribner.
In drawing the portrait Of feminine loneliness It is much
difficult present likeness than Of the
holder and prominent features Of the other The
lines are strongly drawn, the shades easily
blended and while there is every thing love and ad
mire there is but little to relate With this disadvantage,
and the still greater difficulty of obtaining authentic nfoma-
ton concerning whose lives principally passed
IN the privacy Of domestic e Mrs. Elet has succeeded in
making most interesting book and have in these unpre
tending volumes perhaps the only memorials rescued from
oblivion of the noble of the revoluon-women who
should only be admired but initiated. While filing with
dignity and the highest station giving their aid and
counsel to soldiers and statesmen, them pursuing with
unrng energy their domestic dues the and
Of their children and the supntendence of large plantations
while their husbands fighting the battles of their country
These the wives and mothers who, by their example
and sympathy urged the patriots Of 76 aud not unfe
quenty by their ingenuity and resolution prevented surprise
favored escape 1t for delicate and
md females TO rise at midnight and penetrate forests
give their friends ntmson of danger. There is one in
stance recorded Of young girl sixteen years Of age, making
her way through woods marshes and creeks odng
deep until the water reached her neck the American
camp, give the alarm oan attack and while cold and wet
setting about the preparations at to provide food for the
soldiers who had just returned from fagung excursion.
There is sketch full of romantic interest than the
history Of Mary socumb Of own State. Her maiden
Hooks she born in the county Of BERTHE,
North Caroline, in l760. She present at Of the
bloodes battles Of the revolution where the united regiments
Of Coils Ellington and Caswe encountered Mcdonald at
Moores Greek. We will give part Of the story n her own
words
The men all left on Sunday morning More than eighty
went from this house with my husband.
And slept soundly and quietly that night, and worked
hard all the day but kept thinking where they had
got tohow far where and how many of the regulars and
tories they would meet and could keep myself from the
study went to bed the usual time still continued
study. As laywheher waking sleeping knew not
had dream yet it not all dream (she used the
words unconsciously Of poet not then in beng)
distinctly body wrapped in my husbands guard cloak
boodydead and others dead and wounded ground
about him. saw them plainly and distinctly. uttered
cry, and sprang my feet the floor and strong was
the impression mind that rushed in the direction the
vision appeared and up against the side of the house.
The hre in the room gave little light, and gazed in every
direction to catch another glimpse Of the raised the
lights every thing still and quiet My child Sleep
ing, but my awakened by my crying out OF Jump
ing the floor If ever felt fear it at that moment
Seated the bed reflected few moments and said aloud
must 60 to him. told the could sleep,
and would ride down the road She appeared great alarm;
but merely told her to lock the door after me and look after
the child went to the STABLE saddied my mare as fleet
and easy nag travelled and in minute we were
tearing down the road at full speed The cool night seemed
after mile twos galop bring reflection with it and
asked myself where going, and for what purpose
Again and again tempted back but was soon
ten miles from home, and my mind became stronger every
mile rode. should End my husband dead dying,
firmly my presentment and conviction any fact my
life. When day broke thirty miles from home.
knew the general little army expected take and
had followed them without hesitation. After sunrise
the read sde each Of them showing the anxiety
mind felt Stopping few moments, inquired if the bat
tie had been fought. They knew nothing.
Again was skimming the ground through coun-
my spirits my beautiful nag's failed in the least we
followed the well marked trail Of the troops.
The must have been well up, say eight or nine
o'clock when heard sound like thunder which knew
must be It the first time heard cannon
stopped still when presently the Numbered again.
The battle then fighting What fool my husband
could not be dead last night and the battle only fighting
Still as am near, will go and how they come
out So away went again faster than and found
by the noise Of guns that was near the fight Again
stopped. could hear muskets, could hear rifles and
could hear shouting spoke my mare and dashed on in
the direction of the fng and the shouts louder than
The blind path hsd been following brought me into
the Wilmington road leading from Moores Creek Bridge
few hundred yards below the bridge few yards from the
road under cluster Of trees, lying perhaps twenty
They the wounded. knew the spot the very
trees and the position of the knew had seen
a thousand times had it all night saw all at
but in instant my whole soul centred In one
spo for THERE wrapped In his bloody guard cloak my
husbands body How passed the few yards from the sad
die to the place knew. remember uncoverng his
bead and seeing face clothed with gore from dreadful
wound the temple put my hand the bloody face
twas warm and unknoUn roice begged for water.
brought il poured in his mouth washed his face and
behold twas Frank CogdeIl"
After binding up the wounds of several soldiers her bus
band who had been in pursuit Of the enemy up, and
we may imagine his surprise seeing bis wife, whom he had
but day before left sixty miles distant She remained dur
ing the day rejoicing with the vctor and inering the
wounded and at midnight again mounted her and
ed for homo. They wished her stay until morning, and
they would send party with her. but she told them party
could keep with her Fastening back she returned her
home and child, which she reached in safety.
Though Mrs. Slocumb could ride horse, shoot pistol
take part in many masculine employments, she not
inattenve to feminine duties she carded spun wove
cut and made all the clothes by her husband during the
Southern campaign, and the material Of her dress
manufactured by her own hands.
We must close account Of heroic ancestreses,
though there many anecdotes which we would like to