commenced the arduous business of recovering this country from the British. At his arrival, he forced himself at at the head of 3,000 men, including 1,200 militia. These he divided, and sent one part under Brigadier General Morgan into the district of Ninety-six the other he himself led to Hick's Creek, on the north side of the Pedee. Morgan was attacked by LieutenantColonel Tarleton, a brave and skillful partisan, at the head of a superior force. But he repulsed the attack, and gained a complete victory. Lord Cornwallis, with the whole British army pursued Morgan's detachment; at the head of which General Greene, after a rapid journey, placed himself, and conducted it with so much felicity and success, as, to reach the main body in spite of one of the most vigorous pursuits recorded in history. He was, however, still pursued with the same celerity, until he arrived in Virginia; but he completely eluded the vigilance of the enemy. The moment the pursuit ceased, having received a reinforcement, he made after Lord Cornwallis; and gave him battle at Guilford Court House, now Martindale. Victory declared for the British: but cost them so dear, as to produce all the consequences of a defeat. Lord Cornwallis retreated. Greene following him, and finding that he was directing his course to Virginia, returned to South Carolina; and marched at the head of about 1,100 men, within a mile of Hamden, then defended by Lord Rawdon with 900 men. The British commander attacked him. He was again defeated; but with so little advantage to the victors, that his Lordship found himself obliged to burn a considerable part of his baggage, and to retire to the south side of the Santee. Greene, in the mean time, directed his several detachments with such skill; and the highly meritorious officers by whom they were led, employed them with such activity and galantry, that a great part of the British posts in Carolina and Georgia, were rapidly retaken; and a considerable number of the troops by which they were defended were made prisoners. He then made an unsuccessful attempt for the post at Ninety-Six; and was obliged to raise the siege by the approach of Lord Rawdon. He next moved his force to the south side of the Congaree. The British, having collected theirs, passed that river also, and took post at Eutaw Springs, on the south side of the Santee. Here Greene determined to attack them in their encampment; and the consequence of his attack was a victory, which ended the war in that part of the Union. General Greene took the command of the Southern troops near the close of the year 1780. The battle of Cowpens was fought on January 17th; and that of the Eutaw Springs on the 6th of September following. The troops under his command were chiefly new raised, halfclothed, and often half fed. They were, however, brave, determined men; and wanted nothing but the usual advantages of war, to meet any soldiers in equal numbers on fair ground. Within nine months, thererore, did this illustrious man, aided by a band of gallant soldiers, recover with these troops the three Southern States from a veteran army of superior force, commanded by officers of great merit, and furnished with every accommodation. His progress through it was a source of perpetual personal hardship, intense labor and unremitted anxiety. Many months was he in the field, without taking off his clothes, even for a single night. Yet he never desponded. The very letters which conveyed to Congress, and to General Washington, accounts of the difficulties with which he struggled, contain, also, proofs of his invincible fortitude and resolution. When he was advised, after he had retreated from Ninety-Six, to retire into Virginia, he answered, "I will recover South Carolina, or die." General Greene's person was above the middle stature, well formed, and invested with uncommon dignity. His eye was keen and intelligent. His mind, possessed of vast resources, was bold in conceiving, instantaneous in discerning, comprehensive in its grasp, and decisive in its determinations. His disposition was frank, sincere, amiable, and honorable; and his manners were easy, pleasant, affable and dignified. He died in June, 1786, in his 47th year, of a stroke of the sun. TRAVELLING OVER THE ANDES. L. C. Pickett, Esq., U. States Charge d' Affaires at Lima, in a letter to the National Institute, remarks: I have travelled five days at a time among the Andes without seeing a human creature except those who were with met and along a track (not a road) which for the most part serpentined over almost perpendicular precipices, or through a fores, literally impervious, by cutting one's way at every step. Provisions, luggage and everything were carried on men's back; and my saddle-horse was a stout mulatto (part Indian) whom I occasionally mounted when tired of walking. I felt at first decided repugnance to this sort of equitation, and could not think of using a fellow-being for a beast of burden: but the necessity of the case and the custom of the country got the better of my scruples, as they had of more conscientious men, no doubt; and as the sillero (chairman) as he was called, told me it was his occupation to carry Christians over the mountains, and solicited the job, I struck a bargain with him, and the price was $10 through, I riding about half the time. This quadrupedal biped, if so he may be called, turned out to be a very surefooted and trusty animal, and carried me in perfect safety to the end of the route. The modus equitandi is this: instead of the saddle, a very light chair is used, which the chairman slings upon his back, and the traveller's face, when seated in it, is to the north, should he be going to to the south, and vice versa. It is necessary that when mounted he should keep himself very accurately balanced, for there are many places in passing which a false step on the part of the sillero might cause a tumble down a precipice, which would be fatal both to the rider and the ridden." THE TALKING CHIP. The following incident is told by Mr. Williams, a missionary to the South Sea Islands, who was engaged in building a chapel. It shows the difference between being brought up in a land of schools and books, and being brought up among a people, who, even when arrived at manhood, know nothing of reading or writing. It shows, too, what strange feelings the untaught heathen have, when observing for the first time the effects of written communications. "As I had come to work one morning without my square, I took up a chip, and with a piece of charcoal, wrote upon it a request that Mrs. W. would send me that article. I called a chief who was superintending his portion of the work, and said to him, "Friend, take this, go to our house and give this to Mrs. W. He was a singular looking man, remarkably quick in his movements, and had been a great warrior, but in one of the numerous battles that he had fought, he had lost an eye, and giving me an indescribable look with the other, he said, "Take that! she will call me a fool, and scold me, if I carry a chip to her." "No, I replied, she will not, take it and go immediately; I am in haste."-Perceiving me to be in earnest, he took it and asked, "What must I ray?" I replied, you have nothing to say, the chip will say what I wish. With a look of aston ishment and contempt, he held up the piece of wood, and said, "how can this speak? has this a month?' I desired him to take it immediately, and not spend so much time, talking about it. On arriving at the house he gave the chip to Mrs. W., who read it, threw it away, and went to the tool chest, whither the chief, resolving to see the result of the mysterious proceeding, followed her closely. On receiving the square from her, he said, "Stay daughter, how do you know that this is what Mr. Williams wants?" Why," said she, “did you not bring me a chip just now?" "Yes," said the astonished warrior," but I did not hear it say anything." "If you did not, I did," was the reply, for it made known to me what he wanted, and all you have to do is to return with it as quickly as possible." With this the chief leaped out of the house and catching up the mysterious piece of wood, he ran through the settlement with the chip in one hand and the square in the other, holding them up as high as his arms would reach, and shouting as he went, "see the wisdom of these English people; they can make chips talk!" On giving me the square, he wished to know how it was possible thus to converse with persons at a distance. I gave him all the explanation in my power; but it was a circumstance involved in so much mystery, that he actually tied a string to the chip, hung it round his neck, and wore it for some time. During several following days, we frequently saw him surrounded by a crowd, who were listening with intense interest, while he narrated the wonders which the chip had performed. Singular Mode of Catching Fish. ABOUT Six miles from Calander, we came to the Loch of Monteith, a beautiful little lake almost five miles in circumference. This lake abounds with perch and pike, which last are very large. A curious method of catching this fish used to be practised on the islands a number of geese were collected by the farmers, who occupied the surrounding banks of the lake. After baited lines of two or three feet in length had been tied to the legs of these geese, they were driven into the water. Steering naturally homeward in different directions, the bait was soon swallowed. A violent and often tedious struggle ensued; in which, however, the geese at length prevailed, though they were frequently much exhausted before they reached the shore. This method of catching fish is not now used, but there are some old persons who remember to have seen it, and who were active promoters of this amusement.-[Garnet's Tour through the Highlands of Scotland. HONOLULU, IN THE SANDWICH ISLNDS. This beautiful and characteristic specimen of the scenery of the The town of Honolulu is seen in front, with its numerous native cocoanut tree, and interspersed with a few dwellings erected by foreign THE AVALANCHES IN THE WHITE MOUNTAINS. This print presents us with a scene of devastation, in the heart of the White Mountains of New Hampshire, as it appeared in the summer succeeding the awful avalanches which fell there a few years ago. This mountain, before the avalanches, when seen by the editor, was covered with an aged forest from base to summit. The drawing was made by Daniel Wadsworth, Esq. of Hartford, Conn. Having attained a commanding position on the top of one of the immense heaps of rocks, trees, earth, and stones, he sketched the opposite mountain, with an outline of the late green and fertile meadow at its foot, the Saco Brook, and the Notch House, (or Willey House as it has since been called,) which appears so small here as to be hardly distinguishable. The following paragraphs the editor borrows from the sixth edition of one of his own works "The Northern Traveller." "A tremendous catastrophe occurred among the White Mountains on the night of August 28th, 1826. A storm of rain, unprecedented within the memory of the oldest inhabitants, deluged the principal peaks of the mountains, and poured such an inundation upon the valleys and plains below, that it is commonly attributed to the bursting of a cloud;' although that expression is a very ill-defined one. The effects produced by the flood will remain for centuries; and, as many of these lie exposed to the eye, the route will offer many new objects interesting to an intelligent traveller. "The inundation was so great and so sudden, that the channels of the streams were totally insufficient to admit of the passage of the water, which consequently overflowed the little level valleys at the feet of the mountains. Innumerable torrents immediately formed on all sides; and such deep trenches were cut by the rushing water, that vast bodies of earth and stones fell from the mountains, bearing with them the forests that had covered them for ages. Some of these "slides," as they are here popularly denominated, (known among the Alps as avalanches de terre,') are supposed to have been half a mile in breadth, and from one to five miles in length. Scarcely any natural occurrence can be imagined more sublime; and among the devastation which it has left to testify the power of the elements, the traveller will be filled with awe at the thought of that Being by whom they are controlled and directed. "The streams brought away with them immense quantities of earth and sand, which the turbid water deposited, when any obstacle threw it back, in temporary ponds and lakes. The forest trees were also floated down, frequently several miles from the places where they were rooted up. The timber was often marked with deep grooves and trenches made by the rocks which passed over them during their descent from the mountains; and great heaps of trees were deposited in some places, while in others the soil of the little meadows was buried with earth, sand, or rocks, to the depth of several feet. "The turnpike road leading through this romantic country was twenty miles in length, but was almost entirely destroyed. Twentyone of the twenty-three bridges upon it were demolished; one of them, built with stone, cost one thousand dollars. In some places, the Saco river ran along the road, and cut down deep channels. "The Notch House (which is represented in the print) was the scene of a most melancholy tragedy on the night above mentioned, when this inundation occurred. Several days previously a large slide' came down from the mountain behind it, and passed so near as to cause great alarm, without any injury to the inmates. The house was occupied by Mr. Calvin Willey, whose wife was a young woman of a very interesting character, and of an education not to be looked for in so wild a region. They had a number of young children, and their family at the time included several other persons, amounting in all to eleven. They were waked in the night by the noise of the storm, or more probably by the second descent of avalanches from the neighboring mountains; and fled in their night clothes from the house to seek their safety, but thus threw themselves in the way of destruction. One of the slides, 100 feet high, stopped within three feet of the house. Another took away the barn, and overwhelmed the family. Nothing was found of them for some time; their clothes were lying at their bed sides, the house had been started on its foundation, by an immense heap of earth and timber, which had slid down and stopped as soon as it touched it; and they had all been crushed on leaving the door, or borne away with the water that overflowed the meadow. The bodies of several of them were never found. A catastrophe so melancholy, and at the same time so singular in its circumstances, has hardly ever occurred. It will always furnish the traveller with a melancholy subject of reflection." The Connecticut Historical Society has recently come into the possession of the identical deal chest formerly owned by Elder Brewster, the celebrated companion of Rev. Dr. Robinson and the rest of the Pilgrims who landed at Plymouth in 1620. The chest was brought over in the May Flower, and is identified not only by its original marks, but by other satisfactory testimony. It has always remained in possession of the lineal descendants of the Elder. It passed from him into the hands of his son William Brewster, thence into the possession of his grandson Joseph Brewster, and afterwards into the possession of his great grand-daughter, Ruth Brewster, who married Mr. William Sampson, and removed to West Springfield in Massachusetts, where she died, a few years since, at a great age, in the family of Henry Day, from whom Dr. Robinson procured it. It is made of Norway pine, and was probably procured in Holland.-Connecticut paper. JUVENILE DEPARTMENT. STOP THAT THOUGHT. A wicked thought! Call it a drop, if you please, so minute a portion is it of man's history. But it has the fearful power of attracting to itself other drops, till all admonitions, human and divine, are swept away by the flood. Call it a particle as of the small dust of the balance, yet it can attract other particles, till an overwhelming mass shall bury the soul in perdition. An indulged wicked thought; how long before it excites other wicked thoughts, and they set on fire the hateful passions of the soul. Each one of these thoughts is fuel to the flame. We We would stop the thief in his assault on the happiness of the community. would stay disease, as we saw widening the sphere of its ravages. We would stop the flames we saw kindling upon a neighbor's roof. But how many elements of evil are wrapped up in a wicked thought! What havoc, unrestrained, it will make among all the forms of human happiness! It is among its minor evils that it can waste property, and generate vices that will fiercely torment the human body. It looks for noble game, and never fails to find it. It strikes at the most magnificent of Jehovah's works, the immortal soul. It aims at laying it in utter and everlasting ruin. Therefore, 1. It is wisdom to stop that wicked thought. All true philosophy directs to the fountain for the power we would have over the stream. Take care of the spark if you would not have the flame and the conflagration. When we stop the wicked thought we lay our hand on the startingpoint of action. We stand by the fountain, and the polluted stream shall not issue from it. Human wisdom lops off the branches when it assaults only outward evil habit. But divine wisdom lays the axe to the root |