Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXII No. 4, April 1848

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Various. Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXII No. 4, April 1848

JACOB JONES. OR THE MAN WHO COULDN'T GET ALONG IN THE WORLD. BY T. S. ARTHUR

THE DARLING. BY BLANCHE BENNAIRDE

BATTLE OF FORT MOULTRIE.1. BY CHARLES J. PETERSON

THE POET'S LOVE. BY HENRY B. HIRST

MARY WARNER. OR THE HEAD AND THE HEART. MRS. E. L. B. COWDERY

TO THE AUTHOR OF "THE RAVEN." BY MISS HARRIET B. WINSLOW

SONG OF THE ELVES. BY ANNA BLACKWELL

THE FIRE OF DRIFT-WOOD. BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW

SONG FOR A SABBATH MORNING. BY THOMAS BUCHANAN READ

CITY LIFE. BY CHARLES W. BAIRD

THE CRUISE OF THE GENTILE. BY FRANK BYRNE (Concluded from page 147.)

CHAPTER V. In which there is a Storm, a Wreck, and a Mutiny

CHAPTER VI. The Gentile arrives at Matanzas

CHAPTER VII. Third Mate and Ship's Cousin go ashore on liberty

CHAPTER VIII. The Visit at the Convent

CHAPTER IX. Yellow Fever and Love-making

CHAPTER X. The Gentile loses her fore-topsail

CHAPTER XI. In which the fullness of the Gentiles is accomplished

ILENOVAR. FROM A STORY OF PALENQUE. A FRAGMENT. BY WM. GILMORE SIMMS, AUTHOR OF "THE YEMASSEE," "RICHARD HURDIS," ETC

THE LAST OF HIS RACE. BY S. DRYDEN PHELPS

DECAY AND ROME

THE LITTLE CAP-MAKER. OR LOVE'S MASQUERADE. BY MRS. CAROLINE H. BUTLER

PART I

PART II

PART III

PART IV

NO, NOT FORGOTTEN. BY EARLE S. GOODRICH

PAULINE GREY. OR THE ONLY DAUGHTER. BY F. E. F., AUTHOR OF "AARON'S ROD," "TELLING SECRETS," ETC [WITH AN ENGRAVING.]

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

THE SAILOR-LOVER TO HIS MISTRESS. BY R. H. BACON

THE PORTRAIT OF GEN. SCOTT

O, SCORN NOT THY BROTHER. BY E. CURTISS HINE

BEN BOLT

THE SPIRIT OF SONG. BY MRS. E. C. KINNEY

A PARTING (AN EXTRACT.) BY HENRY S. HAGERT

REVIEW OF NEW BOOKS

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When the news of the battle of Lexington reached Charleston, South Carolina rose in commotion. The provincial Congress, which had adjourned, immediately re-assembled. Two regiments of foot and one of horse were ordered to be raised; measures were taken to procure powder; and every preparation made for the war which was now seen to be inevitable. A danger of a vital character speedily threatened the colony. This was its invasion by the British; a project which had long been entertained by the royal generals. To provide in time for defeating it, Congress had dispatched General Lee to the South. It was not until the beginning of the summer of 1776, however, that the enemy's armament set sail from New York, consisting of a large fleet of transports with a competent land force, commanded by Sir Henry Clinton, and attended by a squadron of nine men-of-war, led by Sir Peter Parker. On the arrival of this expedition off the coast, all was terror and confusion among the South Carolinians. Energetic measures were, however, adopted to repel the attack.

To defend their capital the inhabitants constructed on Sullivan's Island, near the entrance of their harbor, and about four miles from the city, a rude fort of palmetto logs, the command of which was given to Col. Moultrie. Never, perhaps, was a more inartificial defence relied on in so great an emergency. The form of the fort was square, with a bastion at each angle; it was built of logs based on each other in parallel rows, at a distance of sixteen feet. Other logs were bound together at frequent intervals with timber dove-tailed and bolted into them. The spaces between were filled up with sand. The merlons were faced with palmetto logs. All the industry of the Carolinians, however, was insufficient to complete the fort in time; and when the British fleet entered the harbor, the defences were little more than a single front facing the water. The whole force of Col. Moultrie was four hundred and thirty-five, rank and file; his armament consisted of nine French twenty-sixes, fourteen English eighteens, nine twelve and seven nine pounders. Finding the fort could be easily enfiladed, Gen. Lee advised abandoning it; but the governor refused, telling Moultrie to keep his post, until he himself ordered the retreat. Moultrie, on his part, required no urging to adopt this more heroic course. A spectator happening to say, that in half an hour the enemy would knock the fort to pieces. "Then," replied Moultrie, undauntedly, "we will lie behind the ruins, and prevent their men from landing." Lee with many fears left the island, and repairing to his camp on the main land, prepared to cover the retreat of the garrison, which he considered inevitable.

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They silently bent their steps to the sick chamber, and coming to the door, both made an involuntary pause.

"She is sleeping," said the old lady, softly; but Ella was too much struck to make reply. She was thinking of the dreadful changes which had come over that frail being since last they met. Worn down to a skeleton, her lips compressed, as if in agony, her dark hair thrown back upon her shoulders, while her cheeks were pale as the marble so soon to be raised in her memory, which, with the glimmering of the lights, served to make it a too dismal scene. Staggering forward to a chair, she sat down quickly, but in the agitation there was a slight noise – it awakened the sleeper; a moment passed – they were in each others arms. When the first wild burst of joy had passed away, Mary spoke.

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