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and “the corporal with four men conduct
ed the captives to the water, while the
sergeant and the remainder of his force,
having made them ground their arms,
brought up tho rear. The prisoners
threw themselves on the sand—the wo
man and her child near its father. Little
did any of them dream that deliverance
was at hand. The child fell asleep on its
mother’s lap. Two of the armed men
kept guard, but we may suppose with
little caution. * * Two others ap
proached the spring in order to bring
water to the prisoners. Resting their
muskets against a tree they proceeded to
fill their canteens. At this moment Jas
per gave the signal to his comrade. In
an instant the muskets were in their
hands. In another they had shot down
the two soldiers upon duty ; then club
bing their weapons they rushed out upon
their astonished enemy, and felling their
first opponents each at a blow, they suc
ceeded in obtaining possession of the
loaded muskets. This decided the con
flict, which was over in a few minutes.
The surviving guard yielded themselves
to mercy before tho presented weapons.
Such an achievement could only be suc
cessful from its audacity and the opera
tion of circumstances. The very prox
imity of Savannah increased the chances
of success. But for this the guard would
have used greater precautions. None
were taken. The prompt valor, the cool
calculation of the instant were the essen
tial elements which secured success. The
work of our young heroes was not done
imperfectly —the prisoners were quickly
released, the arms of the captured British
put into their hands, and, hurrying away
from a spot which they had crowned with
a local celebrity not soon to be forgotten,
they crossed the Savannah in safety with
their friends and foes.’ *
The brave Jasper was killed in October
of the same year during the attack on
Savannah, in a gallant effort to secure and
gave the Regimental Colors which had
been presented to Col. Moultrie by Mrs.
Elliott, of South Carolina. The distin
guished Count Pulaski fell at the same
time, and many other brave and gallant
men were slain in this most disastrous
fight, but “none fell more universally
lamented than the heroic Jasper.
♦Simms’Life of Marion, pages 84 and 85,
BSsT The effect of wind blowing against
a square chimney is twice as great as
against a circular chimney of the same
dimensions.
+«+ —- ——
B&jT If a pair of spectacles could speak,
what celebrated ancient historian would
they name? Eusebius (you-see-by-us.)
BURKE’S WEEKLY.
Good Mooly Cow.
Come, supper is ready ;
Come, boys and girls, now,
For here is fresh milk
From the good mooly cow.
Have done with your fife
And your row-de-dow-dow,
And take this good milk
From the good mooly cow.
Whoever is fretting
Must clear up his brow,
Or he’ll have no milk
From the good mooly cow.
And here is Miss Pussy,
She means by “mee-ow”
Give me, too, some milk
From the good mooly cow.
When children are hungry,
0, who can tell how
They love the fresh milk
From the good mooly cow.
So, when you meet Mooly,
Please say, with a bow,
“ Thank you for your milk,
Mrs. Good Mooly Cow.”
—.—
The Try Company.
GSp ITTLE GEORGE sat in
mW bis usual morning seat, on
the last step of the front
piazza, one fair summer
pIV morning, not very long
ifir? S^ICC - He was not studying, as
fm lie should have been, but gnawing
the corners of the cover of his
y ' arithmetic, and scrawling idly on
the slate. And he kept grumbling and
muttering to himself, knitting his brows,
and kicking his heels spitefully against
the gravel walk, as I have seen a certain
little hoy do before now when he was in
a bad humor.
Presently, George’s uncle came briskly
down the steps, and stopped to speak to
him, while he was drawing on his gloves.
“Ah ! George, what’s the matter ? You
don’t look as bright as usual this fine
morning,”
“ Weil, uncle, I have the hardest kind
of a sum to do ; and I have to get it right
against the time school commences this
morning.”
“ Indeed ! Well, I hope you arc going
to do it like a brave little man, as you
are.”
“ No, sir, I can't.”
“You can't!" said Mr. Cleveland, imi
tating his whining, drawling manner.
“ You c-aai-'t! Why, if I were you I’d
be ashamed to own there was such a word
as can't in my vocabulary. Can’t is a
lazy, good-for-nothing, doleful sort of a
fellow. lie never gets along in the world.
Can t does’nt do more than one thing in
ten that he undertakes, and that is gen
erally done about half way.”
“ Oh, uncle!” says George, laughing in
spite of himself at his uncle’s comical
manner.
“ Why don’t you say, l I will V Will is
a bright, brisk, energetic, independent
little body. He always minds his own
business, and doesn’t get into trouble for
looking after other people’s. Will always
has things fair and square. Why, George !
you don’t know how wonderfully a firm,
manly l Iwill!' helps a desponding heart.
Let me see the ‘ hardest kind of a sum.’ ”
George handed him the book with a
brightening face.
‘•No, sir, I am not going to help you;
because a little patient effort is all that is
needed here. You have full an hour be
fore the school commences. Now listen
to me. Hid you ever hear of the Try
Company?"
“No, sir.”
“ I’ll tell you, *tis a glorious privilege to
belong to that company. It is composed
of all the brave, daring, good, great, and
noble men that ever lived. And yet even
a little boy like yourself will be taken in
if he proves himself worthy.”
“Uncle, what can I do?”
“ You can try. The terms on which
members can obtain admittance to this
company are as follows :
“ First, Never to say ‘lean t.'
“Secondly, To adopt as their motto,
1 1 will try.’
“Thirdly, Never to give a thing up
until they have devoted time, patience,
and perseverance to its fulfilment, and are
satisfied that there is no reasonable way
of accomplishing it. M ill your ‘ hardest
kind of a sum’ bear the test ?”
George hung his head.
“You want to be a member of the Try
Company? Well,.then, begin to-day.
Sit down patiently to work your task. If
when we meet at dinner, you can tell mo
you have conquered, why —I shall bo
proud to make the acquaintance of anew
member of the Try Company.
When they met at the dinner table,
George held out his hand with a proud
smile, and said :
“Uncle, I have conquered. I belong
to the Try Company.''
Little boy, don’t you want to be a mem
ber of the Try Company ?
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