Grand River times. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1851-18??, 1852-08-25
MAIDEN AND THE HERO.

was sent with message from Gen. Green to
Count Pulaski, noble Polander, who took
prominent part in our freedom. He was quarter
ed in neat farm house near the upper fords-
After our business was furnished, the Count
asked me to take some refreshments, and at the
same time he called out
"Mary, my lass, Mary"
In an instant rosy checked girl entered, her
face beaming with joy, it would seem at the very
sound of Pulaski's voice.
"Did you call me, Count" said she timidly
"How often have told you, my little love-"
he said, bending his tall form to kiss her cheek,
not to call me Count; call me your dear Pu-
laski. This is Republic, my little favorite-
We have no Counts, you know"
But you are Count, sir,when at home and
they say you come long way over the ocean to
fight for u.s."
eyes, Mary, very true, did come long way
but one reason why, was, had to come in a
measure. Now, can you get for this gentleman
and myself little refreshments He has long
way to ride tonight.
"Certainly, sir," and she went out of the room
like fairy.
"a fine pleasant GIRL" said Pulaski, "would
that had the wealth that once had, would
give her portion that would send half the
youths hereabouts after her sweet face"
On the morning of the 1lth Of September
l777, the British army advanced in full force to
Chadds Ford, for the purpose of crossing the
Brandywine creek. On an action with Wash
ington, Sir William Howe, drove MaxwelPs di.
vision across the creek, by ten o'clock, at one of
the lower fords.
The Hessian General, Knouphansen, with n
large force advancing up the side of the creek
and uniting with Lord Cornwallis, who comman-
ded the left wing of the army, crossed the upper
fords of the river and creek.
1t soon happened that during the raging of
the conflict, in carrying orders passed immedi-
ately in the direction of Puaski's quarters, that
| had visited the night before. Situated as the
house was in the midst of battle, curiosity indu-
ced me to ride up. Suddenly sheet of flame
burst forth. The house was on fire. Near the
door step lay the body of Mary, her head cut
open by sabre, and her brains oozing out Of
the terrible wound! had not been there more
than half minute, when Pulaski, at the head of
a troop of cavalry, galloped rapidly to the house.
Never shall forget the expression of his face,
as he shouted like demon on seeing the inani-
mate form:
"Who did this?"
A little boy that had not been noticed, who
was lying amid the grass, his leg dreadfully man.
gled, said:
"There, they gor
He pointed to a company of Hessians, then
some distance off,
"Right wheel, men, charged
And they did charge; | do not think that one
man of the Hessan corps ever left the field, eX-
cept to be placed in the grave.
The last that saw of Pulaski was on the bat
tie ground of Brandywine.
THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET.-What American
will ever forget the Old Oaken Bucket, with its
sweet refrain?
" The old oaken bucket-the iron bound bucket
The moss covered bucket that hung in the we'll"
According to the Euening Post, its origin was
as follows
Some years ago, when Woodwork, the prin-
ter, and several other "Old New Workers" were
brother typos in printing office, which was sit
uated at the corner of Chestnut, and Chambers
street, there were very few places in the city of
New York where one could enjoy the luxury Of
Il really "good drink" Among the few places
most worthy of patronage, was an establish
ment kept by Mallory, on Franklin street, on or
about the same spot where st. Johns Hall re-
Gently stood. Woodworth, in company with sew
eral particular friends, had dropped in" at this
place one afternoon, for the purpose Of taking
some " brandy and water" which Mallory was fa-
nous for keeping.
The liquor was super excellent, and Wood
worth seemed inspired by it; for, after taking a
draught, he laid down his glass upon the table,
(remember, reader, if you please, that in those
rare old times" a man rarely met friend with
out asking him to imbibe) ,and smacking his lips
declared that Mallory's eau de uie was superior
to any he ever tasted. No, said NJ, "you are
quite mistaken; there was one thing which, in
both of our estmations, far surpasses this, in
the way of drinking" "What was that 2" asked
obviously. "The draught of pure,
fresh spring water that we used to drink from
the old oaken buckle. that hung in the well, after
our return from the labors of the field on sui
try day in summer"
The tear drop glstened for moment in Wood
worth's eye. "True! true!" he replied, and
soon after quilted the place. He returned to
the office, grasped the pen, and in half an hour,
" The Old Oaken Bucket" one of the most de-
lightful compositions in our language, was al
ready in manuscript to be embalmed in the men,
ories of succeeding generations.
God intended all women to be beautiful as
much SO as he did morning glores and roses,
and what he intended they should become they
would, if they would obey His laws and cut in
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