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not yet arrived, General Lincoln thought it advisable to entrench and wait for him.

While we were lying at Purysburg, a couple of young men of our regiment achieved an act of generosity and courage which, in former days, would have laid the ground-work of a heroic romance. One of the actors in this extraordinary play was the brave Sergeant Jasper, whose name will forever be dear to the friends of American liberty.

Jasper had a brother who had joined the British, and held the rank of sergeant in their garrison at Ebenezer. Never man was truer to his country than Jasper, yet was his heart so warm that he loved his brother, though a tory, and actually went over to see him. His brother was exceedingly alarmed at sight of him, lest he should be seized and hung up at once as a spy, for his name was well known to many of the British officers. But Jasper begged him not to give himself much trouble on that head, for, said he, "I am no longer an American soldier."

"Well, thank God for that, William," replied his brother, giving him a hearty shake by the hand. "And now, only say the word, my boy, and here is a commission for you, with regimentals and gold to boot, to fight for his majesty.”

Jasper shook his head and observed, that though there was but little encouragement to fight for his country, yet he could not find it in his heart to fight against her. And there the conversation ended.

After staying with his brother some two or three days, inspecting and hearing all he could, he took leave, and, by a round about, returned to camp and told General Lincoln all that he had seen. Having wasted several weeks longer of tiresome idleness, and no news of the French fleet, Jasper took it into his head to make another trip to Ebenezer. On this occasion he did not, as before, go alone, but took with him his particular friend, Sergeant Newton, son of an old Baptist preacher, and a young fellow, for strength and courage, just about a good match for Jasper himself. He was received, as usual, with great cordiality by his brother, to whom he introduced his friend Newton, and spent several days in the British fort, without giving the least alarm. On the morning of the third day his brother had some bad news to tell him. "Aye! what is it?" he asked; what is it?" Why," replied his brother, "here are some ten or a dozen American prisoners, brought in this morning, as deserters from Savannah, whither they are to be sent immediately; and, from what I can learn, it will be apt to go hard with them, for it seems they have all taken the king's bounty." "Let's see 'em," said Jasper; "let's see 'em!" So his brother took him and Newton to see them. And indeed it was a mournful sight to behold them, where they sat, poor fellows! all hand-cuffed, on the ground. But all pity of them was forgot soon as the eye was turned to a far more doleful sight hard by, which was a young woman, wife of one of the prisoners, with her child, a sweet little boy of about five years old. The name of this lady was Jones. Her humble garb showed her to be poor, but her deep distress, and sympathy for her unfortunate husband, showed that she was rich in that pure conjugal love that is more precious than all gold.

She generally sat on the ground opposite to her husband, with her little boy leaning on her lap, and her coal black hair spreading in long neglected tresses on her neck and bosom. And thus in silence she sat, a statue of grief, sometimes with her eyes hard fixed upon the earth, like one lost in thought, sighing and groaning the while as if her heart would burst; then starting, as from a reverie, she would dart her eager eyes, red with weeping, on her husband's face, and there would gaze, with looks so piercing sad, as though she saw him struggling in the halter, herself a widow and her son an orphan. Straight her frame would begin to shake with the rising agony, and her face to change and swell; then, with eyes swimming in tears, she would look around upon us all, for pity and for help, with cries sufficient to melt the heart of a demon; while the child, seeing his father's hands fast bound and his mother weeping, added to the distressing scene by his artless cries and tears.

The brave are always tender-hearted. It was so with Jasper and Newton, two of the most undaunted spirits that ever lived. They walked out in the neighboring wood. The tear was in the eye of both. Jasper first broke silence. "Newton," said he, “my days have been but few, but I believe their course is nearly done.'

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"Why so, Jasper?" "Why, I feel," said he, "that I must rescue these poor prisoners or die with them; otherwise, that woman and her child will haunt me to my grave.' Well, that is exactly what I feel too," replied Newton; "and here is my hand and heart to stand by you, my brave friend, to the last drop. Thank God, a man can die but once, and there is not so much in this life that a man need be afraid to leave it, especially when he is in the way of his duty." The two friends then embraced with great cordiality, while each read in the other's countenance that immortal fire which beams from the eyes of the brave, when resolved to die or conquer in some glorious cause. Immediately after breakfast, the prisoners were sent on for Savannah, under a guard of a sergeant and corporal, with eight men. They had not been gone long before Jasper, acccompanied by his friend Newton, took leave of his brother, and set out on some errand to the upper country. They had scarcely, however, got out of sight of Ebenezer before they struck into the piny woods, and pushed hard after the prisoners and their guard, whom they closely dogged for several miles, anxiously watching an opportunity to make a blow. But, alas! all hopes of that sort seemed utterly extravagant; for what could give two men a chance to contend against ten, especially when there was found no weapon in the hands of the two; while the ten, each man was armed with his loaded musket and bayonet. But, unable to give up their countrymen, our heroes still followed on.

About two miles from Savannah there is a famous spring, generally called the Spa, well known to travelers, who often turn in hither to quench their thirst. Perhaps," said Jasper, "the guard may stop there." Then hastening on by a near cut through the woods, they gained the Spa, as their last hope, and their concealed themselves among the bushes that grew abundantly around the spring.

Presently the mournful procession came in sight, headed by the sergeant, who, on coming opposite the spring, ordered a halt. Hope sprung afresh in our heroes' bosoms, strong throbbing, too, no doubt, with great alarms, for "it was a fearful odds." The corporal, with his guard of four men, conducted the prisoners to the spring, while the sergeant, with the other four, having ground their arms near the road, brought up the rear. The prisoners, wearied with their long walk, were permitted to rest themselves on the earth. Poor Mrs. Jones, as usual, took her seat opposite to her husband, and her little boy, overcome by fatigue, fell asleep in her lap. Two of the corporal's men were ordered to keep guard, and the other two to give the prisoners drink out of their canteens. These last approached the spring, where our heroes lay concealed, and, resting their muskets against a pine tree, dipped up water, and, having drank themselves, turned away, with replenished canteens, to give the prisoners, also. "Now, Newton, is our time!" said Jasper. Then bursting, like two lions, from their concealment, they snatched up the two muskets that were rested against the pine, and, in an instant, shot down the two soldiers that kept guard. And now the question was, who should first get the muskets that had just fallen from the hands of the slain; for by this time the sergeant and corporal, a couple of brave Englishmen, recovering from their momentary panic, had sprung and seized upon the muskets; but, before they could use them, the strong, swift-handed Americans, with clubbed guns, leveled each at the head of his brave antagonist the final blow. The tender bones of the skull gave way beneath the furious strokes, and, with wide scattered blood and brains, down they sunk, pale and quivering, to the earth without a groan. Then snatching up the guns which had thus, a second time, fallen from the hands of the slain, they flew between the surviving enemy and ordered them to surrender, which they instantly did.

Having called the prisoners to them, they quickly, with the point of their bayonets, broke off their hand-cuffs and gave each of them a musket.

At the commencement of the fray, poor Mrs. Jones, half frightened to death, had fallen to the ground in a swoon, with her little son piteously screaming over her. But when she came to herself, and saw her husband and friends around her, all freed from their fetters and well armed, she looked and behaved like one frantic with joy. She sprung to her husband's bosom, and, with her arms around his neck, sobbed out, "Oh, bless God! bless God! my husband is safe; my husband is not hung yet." Then snatching up her child, and straining him to her soul as if

she would have pressed him to death, she cried out, "O praise! praise! praise God for ever! my son has a father yet!" Then wildly darting round her eyes in quest of her deliverers, she exclaimed, "Where, where are those blessed angels that God sent to save my husband?"

Directing her eyes to Jasper and Newton, where they stood like two youthful Sampsons, in the full flowing of their locks, she ran and fell on her knees before them, and, seizing their hands, kissed and pressed them to her bosom, crying out vehemently, "dear angels! dear angels! God bless you! God Almighty bless you forever!"

Then instantly, for fear of being overtaken by the enemy, our heroes snatched the arms and regimentals of the slain, and with their friends and captive foes, recrossed the Savannah, and in safety rejoined our army at Purysburg, to the inexpressible astonishment and joy of us all.

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View of the City Hall and Monument, at Augusta.

AUGUSTA, the second city of Georgia in population and importance, is on the S. W. bank of the Savannah River, 92 miles N. E. from Milledgeville; 120 N. N. W. from Savannah, and 136 N. W. from Charleston. The city is regularly laid out and well built, with broad streets which intersect each other at right angles, and several of them are beautifully ornamented with shade trees. The principal business street is very wide, a mile or more in length, compactly built on both sides with elegant shops, stores, and other buildings for its whole extent. Augusta enjoys great facilities for commercial intercourse, being connected by railroads with Savannah and Charleston, and also with the interior by several railroads which center here. It also has a steamboat communication with Savannah. Another cause of its prosperity, is the Augusta canal constructed in 1845. It is nine miles in length, and brings the waters of the Savannah River, some 35 or 40 feet above the level of the city. By the water power thus obtained, factories, shops, etc., have been put in successful operation. Among the prominent public buildings are the City Hall, with the monument in front, the Masonic Hall

the Richmond Academy, and the Medical College. Population is about 15,000.

Augusta was laid out by the trustees of Georgia, in 1735. It was named by Gen. Oglethorpe, in honor of one of the royal princesses. In 1736, a small garrison was placed here in a stockade fort, for the protection of the settlers: warehouses were built, and quite an extensive trade was opened with the Indians. Fort Augusta became a general resort for the Indian traders; and there, and at Fort Moore, on the bluff on Sand-bar ferry, all the Indian treaties were held down to the year 1750. In 1751, several Quaker families settled here and at a place called Quaker Springs.

When the British attacked Savannah, in March 1776, the legislature, a majority of whom were in favor of the American cause, adjourned to Augusta, where the people were generally friendly. On the capture of Savannah, in 1779, when the legislature was broken up, the president of the executive council ordered an election of legislators, who were to assemble at Augusta. This town now became the center of the republican power in Georgia. Geo. Walton, one of the signers of the Declaration of Independence, was chosen governor in 1777, notwithstanding Sir James Wright had re-established royal government in the province. William Glascock was chosen speaker, and the legislature transacted business without reference to the existence of any other power in the state.

After the fall of Savannah, the British general, Prevost, ordered Col. Campbell, with 2,000 regulars and loyalists, to advance upon Augusta. Little opposition could be made to their progress, and Campbell took possession of Augusta, Jan. 29, 1779. The whigs who could leave with their families, crossed the Savannah into Carolina. The oath of allegiance to the British king was everywhere administered; the habitations of those who had fled into Carolina, were consumed; and Georgia seemed, for the time, to be entirely subdued.

The following inscriptions are copied from monuments in the Augusta cemetery:

JOHN MARTIN, a soldier of the Revolution, died in Augusta 14th February, 1843, aged 105 years. He served in the Cherokee war of 1755, was wounded in the head with a tomahawk. He served through the whole Revolutionary war with honor. A tribute of respect by the ladies of Augusta.

Here repose the mortal relics of Dr. EDWARD BRUX, whose life was broken off unfinished, in the midst of usefulness, on the 12th day of Oct. A. D., 1820, in the 31st year of his age. He was born in St. Domingo, received the rudiments of his education in France: studied medicine at the University of Philadelphia, and served as a Surgeon in the army of the United States during the late war with Great Britain and America. Admired for his genius, respected for his acquirements, and esteemed for his virtues, he inspired confidence as a Physician, and won affection as a friend. The Medical College bear witness to his talents, and a whole city attests that he lived beloved, and died lamented.

JAMES D. MACKIE, M. D., born in this city April 13, 1818. Died of Yellow Fever, Nov. 16, 1854. Amicus Humani Generis. Erected by his friends and fellow-citizens, to express their regard to his memory, and to perpetuate the recollection of his professional devotion, humane conduct, and efficient services during the epidemic of 1854.

MACON city is situated on both sides of the Ocmulgee River, 32 miles from Milledgeville; 191 from Savannah; 165 from Augusta; 100 S. E. from Atlanta, and 300 from Charleston, S. C., with all of which places it is connected by railroads. Population is about 10,000. It is built principally on

the western side of the river. A great amount of cotton is shipped from this place by steam and other boats on the Ocmulgee, and by means of various railroads it has become the center of an active trade. The city is well built, and contains many superior residences. The Wesleyan Female College is located in this place, and enjoys a high reputation. This institution was opened to the public, Jan. 1839, under the title of the "Georgia Female College," and is the oldest institution of the kind in the United States-perhaps the oldest in the world. It is situated upon a high hill overlooking the city. The Southern Botanico-Medical, or Reform Medical College, is located in the city. It has received two separate endowments from the state, and now bids fair to be one of the most flourishing medical institutions at the south.

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The view shows the appearance of Macon, as it is entered from East Macon, on the Central Railroad from Augusta. The railroad bridge over the Ocmulgee River, with the Court House, Jail, and Gas-works, are seen on the left; the City Bridge, the Messrs. Wood's Steam Factory, the spires of the Presbyterian and Episcopal churches on the right, and the Macon Female College in the distance on the extreme right.

Macon has had a very rapid growth since 1822, when there was but a single cabin on its site: it was named after the Hon. Nathaniel Macon. The first lots were sold in the place in 1823. Messrs. Ingersoll and Ross erected the first framed building. The vicinity of Macon still abounds with Indian mounds, which have always been objects of curiosity to travelers. The most noted is the large mound on the east side, about half a mile below the bridge.

The following is a western view of Fort Hawkins, upward of a mile eastward of the court-house in Macon, just out of the corporation limits of the city. The lower story or magazine is built of stone. There are two stories above this, each of which is pierced with thirteen port holes for musketry on each side. It is now the property of Mr. Woolfolk, an aged gentleman of wealth and respectability, whose residence is near by, and who has a number of log houses on his premises, which were formerly used as barracks. "Fort Hawkins was built for a protection against the Indians about the years 1805-6, and was a place of considerable importance during the war of 1812 and the subsequent Indian wars. No garrison has been stationed here since 1819, the

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