harm in using the hands of aliens in maintaining our rights, than I see in snatching up a loaded rifle to resist a fierce Indian. Weapons are instruments made to shed blood, it is true, and wo to them that invented them! The savage beast is come to devour us; we cannot charm him away by sweet music, and we must use force; all weapons are therefore lawful, and the Frenchman is our friend who strikes but one stroke in our aid." "And what, my friends and fellow-citizens, has all this to do with the victory we have won ?" said a youth of twenty years or so, who had come forward to welcome Paul. "Our enemies fought well, we resisted well, and prevailed; so let us wash, and dine, and dance; this world was not given to us to weep in. Our army has marched into the interior, where the muster of the enemy is strong; our general is directing their movements by hill and greenwood-tree; and our Congress is sitting, not in the painted chamber or the national hall, but under the shade of the forest-trees of America, where Freedom first was seen. Choose we therefore two skilful guides to conduct Commodore Paul Jones in safety to our General and our Congress, to whom he bears matters of trust and weight from Louis of France. Let us speed him for his own sake as well as for the sake of those who sent him." "Commodore Paul Jones," said the President of the select men of Boston, "we have fulfilled the object of our meeting, and each member has done his duty. I have a duty still to do-to take thee home with me to give thee refreshments and repose to put thee into the hands of two of our trustiest people, and send thee safely and speedily to the presence of those highest in rule amongst us-so come with me, friend." And, leaving the chair, and bowing right and left as he retired, the chief of the select men of Boston proceeded homewards, accompanied by Paul and Macgubb. "The way, my friend, which thou wishest to go," he said, " is not without danger; but the guides who will accompany thee are men of prudence and circumspection, who can counsel well and fight well; they know every hill and wood; thou mayest therefore go without fear. Begin thy journey as soon as the sun goes down; for the night-breeze is refreshing, the moon is bright, and a cloak of darkness is a safe garment." 66 Paul proved the hospitality of the Bostonian till the sun went down,—a period of enjoyment which dwelt long in the memory of the Galwegian. "Of all men," said he of the Mull,"commend me to Elisha Boote of Boston; his speech was little, his kindness was large, and he gave us of the three needful things, without which man is but a kaleworm or a kangaroo. He gave us good food, he gave us three words of wise counsel, and he prayed amidst his children for our safety and success; and what could a kind man, a wise man, and a good man, do more ?" CHAPTER IV. Transatlantic Liberty arose, Not in the sunshine and the smiles of Heaven, Her birth-star was the light of burning plains. CAMPBELL. THE sun had gone down, and a twilight warm and balmy had succeeded, when Paul and Macgubb reached a grove of fruit-trees about a gun-shot from Boston, a spot where they were to find their promised guides. The grove was shattered by balls, and the avenues were half-choked with severed branches. From among them a horseman advanced, wrapt closely in an ample military cloak, wearing a broad-brimmed hat without a plume, and carrying pistols at his saddle-bow and a sword by his side. The stranger bowed slightly, held his hand towards the country, and moved the bridle of his horse like one willing to begin the journey. - Paul bowed, and said emphatically, "The watchword, friend-the watch-word ?"-"Washington!" answered the stranger, and rode forward. "A good and valiant name, and true," replied Paul; "I follow thee; but where is thy companion ?”—“ At hand,” answered the American; and as he spoke, another horseman appeared beneath the ample boughs of an oak-tree which overshaded their way. He was also cloaked and armed. "Silas ?" said the guide in a low voice, raising his bridle-hand. "As sure as thou art George," replied Silas, bowing. "It is well," answered George; "Commodore Paul Jones, follow us, and fear not; we will conduct you to the army and to Congress in perfect safety." They all rode onward, and soon left Boston far behind them. As they cleared the cultivated ground, they rapidly approached a grove, thick and dark, which seemed a portion of the ancient forest which once covered the country. Silas laid his bridle on the neck of his horse, examined his pistols, shook his sword in the sheath, and brought the butt of a short carabine close to his right thigh. His companion seemed nowise alarmed,―he examined neither pistol nor carabine,—but, with a grave and somewhat austere look, rode silently on." Only look at him,” said Macgubb, in a whisper to Paul, "what a steeve and stalwart frame !—a chap that !will strike sooner than speak,-with a damned dour look, and a mind made up for all emergen cies." Paul acknowledged with a glance the accuracy of the Galwegian's description, and, like one who wished not to be unprepared for danger, he examined his pistols, and, undoing his mantle to a single clasp, gave ample room for the employment of his right arm. Macgubb, who scorned all dangers by land, and thought that nature and art had only two things which were truly terrible, -a thunder-storm and a broadside,-silently acknowledged something like a change of opinion, by a careful examination of his weapons, by riding close to Paul, looking sharply into every bush, and keeping a strict eye upon all suspicious places. Within a good gun-shot of the grove, they came to the ruins of a house ;-the walls were shattered with cannon-balls,-the roof beaten to the ground, while from the whole a smouldering smoke ascended ;—fire had lent its aid to the fury of man, -several dead bodies lay on a small green-sward plot before the door,-they were stript naked, and still bleeding, while two American rifles and the sabre of an English dragoon described the sufferers with the accuracy of history." George,” said Silas, casting a mournful glance on his companion, "look there: one tyrant falls, and two sons of freedom perish, alas! for America."— "Silas," said the other in a low voice, "look, but speak not; a talking guide is as dangerous as an enemy." And, pulling his hat closer on his brows, |