Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1861-06-07
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JOHN ANDRE.
Romantic story Newly Told.


The romantic interest which attaches IN the
name OF Major John Andre, in connection
with the history Of the American Revolution,
mas prompted Mr. Winthrop Sargent to write
more minute and extended biography of this
accomplished but most unfortunate Young
man than has heretofore been published. A
careful examination of all the accessible re.
posltorles of information has resulted in what
seems to be at once the most authentic and
most interesting of the numerous sketches
and volumes relating to Andre. The old sto-
ry, which will always be the Romance of the
Revolution, is told with an attractive fresh
ness that gives it all the charm and interest of
a new narration. We copy few of the more
interesting passages
HIS LAST HOURS IN NEW YORK.
There was nothing in the occurrence of the
last moments which Andre spent in New
York TO warn him of his nearly impending
fate. No boiling friend or weeping mistress
presaged evil to his plans and the times were
vanished when sagac Gus attendants brought
such provident advices as Sir Gyron lie Cour-
tots received from his faithful squire "Sire,
know that my heart tells me sootl that if you
you will either perish there or you will remain
in prison." So far from gloomy thoughts pos
sessmg his soul, he appears to have, in these
parting scenes, entered even more freely than
usual INTO the pleasures OF the place. Mad.
anne de Biedesel chronicles briefly the visit
she received from Clinton and himself on the
day before his departure. Nor was this sol,
itary example. Where now in New York is
the unaluring and crowded neighborhood OF
Second avenue and Thirty fourth street. stood
in 1890 the ancient boWerie or countrv-seat of
Jacobus Kip. Built in 1641 of bricks brought
from Holland, encompassed by pleasant trees
and in easy view of the span king waters of
kip's Bay on the East river, the mansion re-
manned even to our own times in possession of
It's founders line Here spread the same
smiling meadows whose appearance had so ex-
panded the heart of Olotie the Dreamer in the |
fabulous ages OF the colony here still nodded |
the groves that had echoed back the thunder |
of Hendrick KIp's musketoon, when that
mighty warrior lett his name to the surround |
ing waves. When Washington was in the
neighborhood, Kip'S house had been his quar-.
tiers; when HIVE crossed from Long Island
on Sunday, September 10TH l777, he de. |
parked at the rocky point hard by, and his
skirmishers drove our people from their posi- |
tion behind the dwelling. Since then it had
known many guests. Howe, Clinton, Knyp.
hansen, Percy, were sheltered by its root
LIE aged owner with his wife and daughters
remained, but they had always an officer of
distinction quarered with them; and if part |
OF the family were in arms tor Congress, as
is alleged, it is certain that others were. active |
tor the crown. Jacobus Kip of Kinepaugh led |
cavalry troop Of his own tenanlry with |
great gallantry in De Lancy's regiment; and |
despite severe wounds survived long after
n hCn
cause which, with most of the landed gentry |
OF New York, he had espoused.
On September 18th Colonel Williams of the |
S0th then billeted here, gave dinner TO Gin
ton and his staff as parting compliment to |
Andre. How brilliant soever the company |
how cheerful the repast, it's memory must
ever be fIaught with sadness to bo,h
host and guests 1t was the last occasion of
Andre meeting his comrades in life. Four
short days gone, the hands then casped by
friendship were fettered with hostile bonds
yet nine days more, and the darling of the |
army, the youthu hero of the hour, had
danged from gibbet.
HIS JOURNEY TO TARRYTowN.
1t was bright pleasant morning on Satur-
day, the 23d OF September, and he looked for
ward to being ere sunset once more with his |
friends Few incidents for a while interrupt
ed his solitude. AT the house of Mr.. Stats |
Hammond he paused to ask for water, and the
little children who brought it to him from the
well bore in mind their vision Of mounted |
man closely wrapt in his light blue swan
skin, with high military boots, and round.
brimmed hat, who liesurely walked his bay |
horse to their door. The incongruous appear
ance Of such good looking steed, with its |
handsome double snaffie bride and It's tail |
and name filled with burrs, was not lost on
them. The lad held the rein while the strang- |
er drank. GLOW far is it to Tar ytown g. he |
inquired. -Four miles replied the boy. II did |
not think it was SO tar, said Andre, and re- |
sumed his way. AT Chappequa, near Under
hills tavern, he again questioned some Quak-
ers whom he met as to the road, and whether
troops were out below. AT the foot of the
Chappequa roads he took that leading to the
river; and came into the Albany post road
near the village of Sparta. As he approach
ed what is now termed the Andre Brook, he
had gone over nearly eleven miles of neutral |
ground.
He was now hard by Tarrytown and even
by his own showing, had been very lucky in
his journey. Nothing" he said to one OF our
officers, Occurred to disturb him in his route
until he arrived at the last place, excepting at
Crampon; he told me his hair stood erect, and
his heart was in his moutl, on meeting Col.
Samuel Webb, of our army-an acquaintance
VI NO. AlS SdiN lne COIObGl StdltQ dt num-
and he thought he was gone but they kept
moving, and soon passed each other. He then
thought himself past all danger Whist ru
minaling on his good luck and hairbreadth es
cape, he was assaled By three bushmen near
Tarrytown, who ordered him to stand"
HIS CAPTURE.
Had he pursued any other road, or had he
arrived here two hours earlier, he would have
escaped scot tree. The party had been but
little more than an hour on the ground, when
between eight and nine A. NJ, one Of them
looking up from the game Of cards in which
they had been engaged, discovered his APP
proach. His boots, valuable prize in those
days, seem TO have at once attracted the eyes
OF all. "There comes trader going to New
York, said one There comes a gentleman
like looking man, said another to Pauding.
"who appears to be well dressed and has boots
on, whom you had better step out and stop. if
you don't know him." AS his horses tramp
clattered over the bridge, they sprang to their
feet, and Paulding, the masterspirit of the
party, advanced with presented musket. and
babe him stand and announce his destination
"My lads" lie replied, Il hope you belong to-
our party" They asked which party he
meant. "The lower party" he answered.
and on their saying that they did, he seemed
to have betrayed an exultaton that was I'M
mistakable "Thank God, l am once more
among friends p he Cried as he recognized
roy al uniform on Paulding's back. 81 am