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other mirrors set in the doors of communicating rooms. establishment was quite a full one; the grand coach had its four horses, and Riley, the English coachman, is yet held to have been, by those who have seen him, the grandest whip of his day. The requirements of the coach of state were not, however, at the expense of horses designed for other uses, for the stables were always filled. Nor was the train of servants more restricted in its numbers. Every household duty was well performed, yet there was no lack of a nice care that dependants should have every privilege consistent with their position, and the success in life of Pursh the florist, and of McArran, who were gardeners there, no less than that of the humble, but most worthy colored man, the late Stephen Purnell, present a striking evidence that perhaps the best possible education to be had is that acquired in the service of a competent master.

In 1804, Mr. Hamilton laid out on a goodly part of his estate the beautiful suburb of our city still called by residents of West Philadelphia Hamiltonville. In pursuance of Penn's design he disposed the streets at right angles to each other, and gave them names drawn from those of his family. Walnut Street continued he styled Andrew, Chestnut James, and the cross streets he called William, Mary, Margaretta, and Till. In a few years several houses were erected by French emigrants, who had come to our country to escape the perils of revolution which so sorely distracted their native land; and these were followed, presently, by citizens of Philadelphia desirous of the enjoyments of country homes. By provision of Mr. Hamilton ground was assigned for educational uses on the south side of Chestnut Street between. Thirty-ninth and Fortieth, where a school-house was constructed when the need of it was felt, a building which served also as a village hall and a place of worship for divers sects. A similar lot, just back of this, on the north side of Walnut Street, was granted to Presbyterians, and a church edifice was erected by them at that spot. In 1824, through the zeal of three staunch churchmen, Messrs. Joseph S. Keen, Chandler Price, and Christian Wiltberger, all West Philadelphians, was built the

Protestant Episcopal church on Locust Street, named St. Mary's in conformity with Mr. Hamilton's request. Since then other churches and other schools, other homes and other halls have arisen where fifty years ago were field and forest, and to-day a very city of inhabitants reside on the estate of Hamilton. In the contemplation of such changes, wrought within remembrance, even of the comparatively youthful, let us pause in our endeavor to revive thoughts of the past. Let us once more enter the gates of Woodland, and avoiding the sad emblems which replace the tokens of gay life of former occupants, repose ourselves upon the sward overlooking the Schuylkill, awaiting the sunset, and planning a brisk renewal of our walk to Darby another day.

SULLIVAN'S EXPEDITION TO STATEN ISLAND
IN 1777.

EXTRACT FROM THE DIARY OF CAPTAIN ANdrew Lee.

CONTRIBUTED BY STEWART PEARCE.

After the close of the Revolutionary War, Capt. Andrew Lee, from whose diary the following extract is taken, settled at Nanticoke, in the Wyoming Valley, six miles below WilkesBarré, Pennsylvania, where he died. In a letter from Lancaster, dated February 5, 1807, Judge John Joseph Henry thus wrote to Henry Dearborn, Secretary of War, regarding Captain Lee:

Washington Lee, esq., the gentleman who makes the application, is the eldest son of Capt. Andrew Lee, who, according to my best remembrance, served in Hazen's regiment from its origin in the previous part of the war on the northern frontier. Our knowledge of each other happened in 1779. My military friends uniformly spoke of him (then, as now, I was disabled from service, and cannot, therefore, speak from my own knowledge) as an active and valiant officer. He was particularly useful, it was said, as a partisan in that species of warfare which you know at that time and in that quarter was necessary and peculiarly hazardous. Capt. A. Lee possessed a handsome estate in Pennsylvania. There was another Capt. Lee (I think William) of Hazen's regiment, a cousin of A. Lee, a native of Vermont or New York State, who did good service to our cause in instances which required shrewd address, and undaunted courage to execute. Men in a subaltern station, such as these gentlemen held, are not historically blazoned. Their merits live only in the memories of their compatriots. This family of the Lees, which is numerous and very extended, had their principal seats on the heads of the Susquehanna within Pennsylvania, and the Mohawk in New York State. A third Capt. Lee of this family known

to me at an early age, who in the course of the war, as subsequently informed, evinced much patriotic resolution, resided on the west branch of the Susquehanna some miles above Sunbury, the county town of Northumberland. He was named John, and was the uncle of Andrew. His dwelling was not very distant from a place formerly known as "Freeland's mills." The infamous and bloody incursion of Butler and Brandt at the head of a banditti, composed principally of Tories and Indians, in 1778, had not only wasted, but depopulated the charming district of Wyoming, the exterior settlement of the whites, but its effects extended down to Freeland's. Even the inhabitants of Sunbury, which was populous, panic struck, if they had the means, deserted their homes for the security of the interior. John Lee stood firm. Freeland's, known since as Freeland, fort was tolerably well stockaded. Here the dwellers of the vicinity, from various causes unable to fly, sought refuge. In the best of my recollection Freeland's fort was attacked and taken in the winter of 1779-80 by a horde of some hundreds of such as formed the mass which invaded Wyoming in the preceding year. On this occasion, however, it is said the party was commanded by a gentleman of humane feelings, clothed in British uniform, who did all that could be done with such troops to restrain their savage brutality, but in vain. There was something like an armistice and accord of protection. A despicable and indiscriminate plunder ensued, which was succeeded by a massacre of the aged and young men, women and children, as base and dastardly as that of Wyoming, though of less import as to numbers. Thence these savages proceeded to the house of Capt. John Lee. His money chest, which was not empty, was the primary object. The enemy, guided, it is likely, by the instructions of the - —or tory neighbors, on entering made directly for the apartment (through the midst of the family) where the chest lay without injury to any one. Marauding followed. Capt. John Lee, as the story goes, returning from his labor in the woods or fields, unawares was shot down near the house. Two of his sons, beardless boys, were slaughtered at the threshold. His wife, an amiable

woman, with a suckling in her arms, and four other children were led away captives. Two miles from the house the babe's brains were dashed against a tree, the tears and wailings of Mrs. Lee for her infant, in that or the next day, caused a silence to her grief the application of the barbarous hatchet. The survivors of this miserable and forlorn family (two girls and two boys, none of them above twelve years old), were held in Indian bondage till 1784-85. The two latter, Robert and Thomas, I have been informed have of late years been honored by the general government with military command. The particulars of this story, which are numerous, very pathetic, and interesting, derived to me from Rebecca, one of the children. My father, when a delegate to Congress, in 1784-5 (I cannot recollect date exactly), coming homeward from New York to Lancaster, found the returning captive desolate, unfriended, and money less. He brought her to his own house, and the kindness of my blessed mother in a few months restored her to society, and her relations. I am fearful this hint may convey to you an idea disadvantageous to the father of my young friend. It should not, though in those hard times the charges of travelling were exorbitant, and money not easily obtained, that benevolent and kind-hearted man, Capt. A. Lee, made three journeys into the country of the Senecas, &c., in search of his uncle's children. The first journey produced the recovery of Rebecca (my informant), whom he brought to Albany, clothed her, and furnished her with money, perhaps from the paucity of his own funds, too scantily to travel to the Susquehanna. He retrode his way from Albany, and by a considerable ransom redeemed another of the children. A third voyage throughout the extent of the Mohawk River, Oneida, Ontario, and Erie Lakes, in pursuit of the wandering owner of the captives, at a great charge, obtained a third of these orphans. Thomas, the youngest and last, came in a few years later.

Extract from Diary of Captain Andrew Lee.

On the 21st of August, 1777, Gen. Sullivan at the head of a detachment of about 1000 men of his division marched VOL. III.-12