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of the officers of his guards, which terminated with such dissatisfaction, that Mr. Richmond, who commanded then, resigned his commission, and withdrew from the service.

Shortly after this, General Lee had to go on some business to Connecticut, and he took with him half his guards, expecting soon to return. So he told me to go into Hobgoblin-Hall, and take his place there till he should come back.

This arrangement secured me quite a comfortable situation till the next spring, for I took his bed, furniture, provisions, &c.; and, as he did not return, but proceeded to New York, to join Washington, as the enemy removed southward, I was left master of the Hall till the spring following, when General Ward sent for us to come in to Boston.

The house that General Ward lived in, stood on the ground, now occupied as a garden, by N. Goddard Esq. of Summer-st. and which runs down from the back of his house.

The building, which my company used as a barrack, is a low old house that stands a little below this lot. I believe it is still inhabited by an aged Jew by the name of Moses Wallock, whose dwelling house it has been for a long lapse of years.

At this time the small pox was spreading throughout the country, and I had the symptoms of it on me, when the news of the Declarationof Independence was received in Boston. As it had taken it six days to reach there, it was announced on the 10th of the month.

On the evening of this day, Mr. Austin, who was an old friend of my father's, and whom he often met at the General Court, at Watertown, as they were both members of the Court, called on me on his way home from Watertown, and said I must come and help him celebrate the Declaration, at a breakfast which he meant to give the next morning.

I told him I should not be able to go, for I had then the symptoms of small pox on me. He said, no matter for that, you must come." I went, but I did not feel much like eating breakfast, nor have I ever forgot the feelings with which I first celebrated that event.

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As soon as I got better of the disorder, I had to take care of my men till they got through with it, and I had them all siek at once. Our army was, at this time, scattered all over the country, and the physicians were obliged to go from place to place to inoculate them as fast as they could, which was the most they could do; and they had to leave them to be attended as their chance might be for a nurse.

The doctor told me that all he could do to my men, was to give them the disorder, and leave directions for me to take care of them; There were between fifty and sixty of them; and I had them all down at once. I weighed all their medicine, and stood nurse till they recovered, without the loss of a single man.

THE MORTARS.

Soon after they got well enough to be about again, Gen. Washington sent to Gen. Ward for two large mortars that were in Boston, and which he wanted to have conveyed to New York.

They were enormously large pieces, weighing without their beds, only a few pounds short of ten thousand apiece; and it fell to my lot, to take charge of them. "Take good care of them, and get them safe there," said General Ward, as I was about leaving him, "for I would not lose them for their weight in gold."

We prepared two lighters, and putting a mortar into each, set sail, to make our way along close to the shore, as the danger of our being exposed to the enemy's shipping would not admit of going out to sea, so as to go round the cape; and our aim was, to get where we could take our freight on our ship carriages, to convey them by land, across to Buzzard's Bay. When we got to Sandwich, we landed for this purpose.

The distance we had here to go, before we could reach the bay was about seven or eight miles; and the chief part of the way was over sandy flats, where the small cast iron wheels of our carriages cut in and sunk down, so that, with a strong team, we could not get them along with their heavy burden, without laying planks down for them to run on, a great part of the way.

We got them over at last, where we were to take other vessels, and, as General Ward's orders were that we must not trust ourselves out of harbor over night, we put into Stonington the next evening. The day following, we reached New London, and in another got as far as Norwalk, expecting to run into New York in a few hours the next morning.

We rose early, and, finding we had a fine, clear morning, and a fair wind, hurried through our preparations so as to start off, and get in, in good season; when, just as we were leaving the landing, we heard a loud sound of cannonading, that came, in tremendous peals, from the quarter to which we were steering.

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I knew now that it was unsafe to go on, so I put back and sent a messenger to New York by land, to find out what the noise meant, and get directions how to proceed. It proved to be our army retreating from New York, and the British taking possession of it. So, if we had gone on, we should have put ourselves and our mortars right into the hands of the enemy.

Gen. Washington sent me word that we must quit our vessels and avoid New York, and try to find means to get the mortars on by land, across the country, to Fort Washington, on the North River.

We had now to go to work and make carriages strong enough to bear them, and secure teams to draw them the distance of between fifty and sixty miles. But we at length succeeded, and after a slow and tedious journey, arrived with our mortars safe at Fort Washington. While we were tugging to get them along, Gen. Ward's valuing them at their weight in gold, came into my mind a good many times.

To be Continued.

THE PLEASURES OF A COLLEGE "SCRAPE.”*

It was a cold December evening, — dark, cloudy and rainy. I had a book of nautical sketches in my hand, and a cigar in my mouth. My room-mate, who would be classed by naturalists under the genus Facetiosi, was sitting upon the other side of the table, which was covered with books, in the centre of the room. His feet were elevated upon the mantel, and he was pouring forth wreaths of smoke from an immense "long nine," that adorned his mouth. The glowing embers of a good fire warmed and enlivened the room.

"Chum," said I, "Let us have a scrape to-night."
"Agreed, - but what shall we do?"

* It may, perhaps, not be known to all of our readers, that in almost every college in New England, there are some dozen students, more or less, who, for want of any eminence in what is good, seek distinction in roguery. The object against which their mischief is aimed, is, often, some timid Freshman ; but more generally it is the govern ment which they take the greatest pleasure in attempting to teaze. We have admitted the word "Scrape," with some liule reluctance, as we always wish. in our pages, to show proper respect to the King's English. But, if we go into college at all, and attempt to describe its scenes, we must, it would seem, submit to its vocabulary; and "scrape" is the word and the only word, which is used within College walls, to desig nate what is described in the Article. Many of our readers, too, will need to be inform ed that Chum means room-mate, and is a term in universal use at college. EDS.

"A bonfire would look nobly, this dark night," I replied, as I rose and looked out into the cold and dark damp air.

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"Very well, light the dark lantern, and here, turn your coat inside out, so that no one will know you. And where is that piece of burnt cork? We had better black our faces a

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The burnt cork could not be found. However, we soon rigged ourselves in such a disguise that no one could have detected us by our dress, and sallied forth on our expedition of pleasure.

About half a mile from college, there were some empty tar barrels, which we thought would most effectually dispel the gloom of the night. Just as we got hold of one, a gust of wind rattled a pile of boards near us. We thought that the owner of the barrel was upon us, and, fully aware that discretion was the better part of valor, we retreated at the top of our speed. Chum, in his hurried flight, stumbled over a log, and, in a twinkling, was lying prostrate in the mud. In his fright, however, he felt that there was no time to be wasted, and, with bruised cheeks and bleeding nose, and drenched with mire, he again manifested that "discretion " which is "the better part of valor." Finding that we were not pursued, we began to think we had fled at a false alarm. I proposed returning to the charge, but found that the ardor of my chum's zeal, as might naturally have been expected, had become wonderfully cooled.

"Fun!" exclaimed he, "Is this what you call fun? Just hold up your lantern, and look at my face and clothes!"

"To be sure," said I, as I looked at his woe begone appearance, "I can conceive of a more agreeable situation for a man to be in. But I would not give up now, chum."

"Well," said he, we are in for a scrape, and let us have it out. But, I assure you, my wet feet and clothes, to say nothing of the bruises, do not feel very comfortable, this cold night."

We soon were tugging at the tar barrel again. It was wet and heavy, and we found it no light task to carry it such a distance. After toiling and fretting for some time, chum stopped in despair.

"Why, Henry," said he, "I am prodigiously tired, and we have a quarter of a mile farther to carry this heavy thing through the mud."

"To tell the truth, chum," I responded, "I wish I had put on some old clothes, I have got this tar all over my pantaloons."

"Horrible," said chum, "I never thought of the tar on the outside. Here, hold the light. Let me look at my clothes."

Oh, what a picture for Hogarth! His coat was turned inside out, and drenched with water and mud. His pantoloons were in a similar plight, the tar being in various places fairly worked in to the very texture of the cloth. His face was muddy and scratched, and there was upon it a most ludicrous expression of perplexity and vexation. However, pride and will were enlisted, and, after a little delay, we soon were again trudging along with our burden. Chum had hold of one side of the barrel, and I the other, while the lantern was resting upon its head; and when, at length, we arrived in the college yard, the chapel clock was just tolling eleven.

"Henry," said chum, "you go out to the yard there, and get some shavings, while I go up to the room, and get a tinder box. Our lantern is broken all to pieces."

I went groping along in the dark, through mud and water, and wet grass, to get some fuel. After searching for some time, I succeeded in obtaining some shavings which I thought sufficiently dry to kindle. Hastening back to the barrel, I found chum waiting with his tinder box. We arranged the fuel, struck a light, and applied the match. A clear beautiful flame rose gracefully into the darkened air. As we, however, for sufficient reasons, "loved darkness rather than light," we fled, with the utmost precipitation, from the illuminated circle, and softly crept to our rooms. Almost breathless we hastened to the window, to gaze upon our splendid bonfire, and lo! all was Egyptian darkness. Not the least glimmer of light cheered our eyes.

It was intolerable to fail after having done so much, so out we sallied again, to see if we could not kindle our wet fuel to a flame. By dint of much perseverance, we obtained some dry materials, and soon secured a more sure fire, which began to burn in earnest, and to illuminate the objects around with its bright flashes. We had so arranged the fuel now, that we felt confident it would burn, though it would take some time for it to get fully on fire. It was necessary for us to go directly by the Tutor's door, as we went up into the third story of the building, to our own room. The windows of the Tutor's room looked out upon the the fire, and we feared detection if he should hear us going by, at that late hour of the night. As soon as we entered the entry, therefore, we took off our shoes, and crept softly along in our stocking feet. The clock struck twelve, as we were ascending the first flight of stairs. Just as

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