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Title: The Two Spies - Nathan Hale and John André
Author: Seward, Anna, Lossing, Benson John
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[Illustration: Hale's Birthplace.]

  THE TWO SPIES

  NATHAN HALE AND JOHN ANDRÉ

  BY
  BENSON J. LOSSING, LL. D.

  _ILLUSTRATED WITH PEN-AND-INK SKETCHES BY H. ROSA_

  ANNA SEWARD'S MONODY ON MAJOR ANDRÉ

  NEW YORK:
  D. APPLETON AND COMPANY,
  72 FIFTH AVENUE.

  1897.



  Copyright, 1886,
  By D. APPLETON AND COMPANY.



FORETALK.


This little volume contains a brief account of the most important
events in the life-career of two notable spies in our War for
Independence, NATHAN HALE and JOHN ANDRÉ. They were both young men,
well educated, endowed with genius and ability for conspicuous
achievements, brave and accomplished soldiers, pure and virtuous in
private character, truthful, manly, refined in thoughts and manners,
handsome in person, lovely in disposition, and beloved by all who knew
them.

Yet they were spies!

"Spies," says Vattel, "are generally condemned to capital punishment,
and not unjustly, there being scarcely any other way of preventing
the mischief which they may do. For this reason a man of honor, who
would not expose himself to die by the hand of a common executioner,
ever declines serving as a spy. He considers it beneath him, as it can
seldom be done without some kind of treachery."

May not a spy be a man of lofty honor, and act under the inspiration
of disinterested patriotism? Stratagem, an artifice or scheme for
deceiving an enemy in war, is regarded as honorable, but is it not
seldom exercised "without some kind of treachery"?

It is the _motive_ which gives true character to the deed. When the
motive is a purely mercenary one, the deed is dishonorable; when it
is the lofty one of a desire to serve one's country or his race,
unselfishly, the act is certainly honorable. Nathan Hale truthfully
said, "Every kind of service necessary for the public good becomes
honorable by being necessary."

The motives of the two spies were expressed by themselves. Hale said:
"I wish to be useful. If the exigencies of my country demand a peculiar
service, its claims to the performance of that service are imperious."
André avowed that in the enterprise in which he was engaged all he
sought "was military glory, the applause of his king and country, and,
perhaps, a brigadiership."

The last words uttered by André under the gibbet indicated that his
supreme thought at that moment was of _himself_. He said to the
American officers present, "I request you, gentlemen, that you will
bear me witness to the world that I die like a brave man." Hale's last
words upon the ladder indicated that his supreme thought at that moment
was of his _country_. He said, "I only regret that I have but one life
to lose for my country!"

In 1856 a "Life of Captain Nathan Hale," by I.W. Stuart, was published
at Hartford, in a small volume of 230 pages. In 1861 "The Life and
Career of Major John André," by Winthrop Sargeant, was published
at Boston in a small octavo volume of nearly 500 pages. It is an
exhaustive work. To these two books I acknowledge much indebtedness.

The spirited pen-and-ink sketches which illustrate this little volume
were largely copied from original drawings by the author; also from
other original drawings and autographs. The two pictures, _Cunningham
destroying Hale's Letters_, and _The Tournament_, are original designs
by the artist.

This volume contains the full text of André's "Cow-Chase," and
the famous "Monody on Major André," by Miss Anna Seward, with a
portrait and a brief biographical sketch of the author; also three
characteristic letters written by André to Miss Seward, when he was a
youth of eighteen. The "Monody," I believe, has never been published in
America.

  B.J.L.

 The Ridge, _April, 1886_.



CONTENTS.


    NATHAN HALE.

    CHAPTER I.
                                                                       PAGE

    Hale's Birthplace and Parentage.--The Hale Family                     3

    Hale's Youthhood and Education                                        4

    Dr. Munson's Recollections of him                                     5

    Hale at Yale College and as a School-teacher                          7

    Patriotism of                                                      8, 9

    His Military Career at Boston and New York                         9-12


    CHAPTER II.

    The American Army at New York                                    12, 13

    A Man for Secret Service sought                                      18

    Hale's Idea of the Service; he volunteers                            14

    His Career as a Spy                                               15-20

    His Arrest                                                           17

    Taken to General Howe's Headquarters                                 19

    Sentenced to be hanged without Trial.--Great Fire in New York        20


    CHAPTER III.

    Hale at the Place of Execution                                       21

    Cruelly treated by Cunningham, the Provost-Marshal                   22

    His Last Words                                                       23

    Sympathy, expressed; his Execution                                   24

    Monumental Memorials of Hale                                      25-27

    Literary Contributions to his Memory                              27-31

    Tribute to Hale by Henry J. Raymond                                  31

    Proposed Monument in Memory of Hale at New York                      33

    Proposed Epitaph                                                     34



    JOHN ANDRÉ.



    CHAPTER I.


    André's Birth, Parentage, Education, and Family                      37

    His Acquaintance with Anna Seward and her Literary Friends           38

    His Betrothal to Honora Sneyd                                        40

    His Correspondence with Miss Seward                                  41

    Enters the Army                                                      42

    Presaging Omens                                                  42, 43

    André goes to America                                                43

    Made a Prisoner                                                      44

    At Philadelphia--his Accomplishments and Captivating Manners         45

    Lord Howe entertained                                                45


    CHAPTER II.

    The Mischianza described by André                                 46-59


    CHAPTER III.

    The Mischianza and the Character of General Howe criticised      59, 60

    The British fly from Philadelphia toward New York, General Clinton in
    Command.--Battle of Monmouth                                         60

    Expedition to Rhode Island                                           61

    André's Genius and Social Position                                   62

    His Letter to Benedict Arnold's Wife                                 63

    Arnold's Career in Philadelphia                                  63, 64

    His Treasonable Correspondence with Sir Henry Clinton and André  64, 65

    André a Spy in Charleston                                            66

    Arnold's Premeditated Treason.--Occasion of "The Cow-Chase"          67


    CHAPTER IV.

    "The Cow-Chase"                                                      68


    CHAPTER V.

    Gloomy State of Public Affairs.--Proposed Personal Meeting between
    Arnold and André                                                     79

    Arrangements for such a Meeting                                  79, 80

    André at a Dinner-Party                                          80, 81

    Goes to meet General Arnold                                          81

    The Meeting                                                      81, 82

    They go to Smith's House                                             83

    The Terms of Treasonable Service agreed upon.--André compelled to
    attempt a Return to New York by Land                                 84

    Receives Papers from Arnold.--His Journey.--The Neutral Ground       85

    André arrested                                                       86

    Patriotism of his Captors                                            88

    Their Reward                                                         89

    André discovered to be a Spy                                         90

    His Confession                                                       91

    His Letter to Washington                                          91-93


    CHAPTER VI.

    Washington returns from Hartford at a Critical Moment.--Arnold receives
    Notice of André's Arrest                                             93

    Painful Interview with his Wife.--He escapes to the _Vulture_        94

    Washington at Arnold's Quarters.--Discovers Arnold's Treason.--His
    Calmness and Tenderness                                              96

    André brought to Arnold's Quarters and sent to General Greene at
    Tappaan                                                              97

    His Free Conversation with Major Tallmadge                           98

    Effects of the News of his Capture                                   99

    Tried by a Board of Officers and condemned as a Spy                 100

    Efforts to save him                                                 101

    His Choice of the Mode of Death                                     102

    His Execution                                                   103-105


    CHAPTER VII.

    Almost Universal Sympathy felt for André                       105, 106

    Honored by his King                                                 106

    A Monument to his Memory in Westminster Abbey, described        106-108

    André's Remains removed to the Abbey                                108

    Memorials to mark the Place of his Execution                    109-115

    Memorial-Stone erected by Mr. Field at Tappaan                  110-115

    Mr. Field's Generous Proposition                          110, 114, 118

    Attempts to destroy the Field Memorial at Tappaan              117, 118

    An Indignation Meeting at Tappaan                                   119

    A Monument to mark the Place where André was captured at
    Tarrytown                                                       119-121

    Biographical Sketch of Anna Seward                                  125

    Monody on Major André                                               135

    André's Letters to Miss Seward                                      152

    Index                                                               165



ILLUSTRATIONS.


                                                                       PAGE

  Nathan Hale's Birthplace                                   _Frontispiece_

  Fac-simile of Hale's Handwriting                                        6

  Union Grammar School-house at New London                                8

  The Beekman Mansion                                                    18

  Beekman's Greenhouse                                                   19

  Cunningham destroying Hale's Letters                                   22

  The Hale Monument at Coventry                                          26

  Portrait of John André                                          _face_ 37

  Portrait of Honora Sneyd                                               39

  The Mischianza Ticket                                                  47

  Lady's Head-Dress                                                      48

  The Joust at the Tournament                                            52

  Fac-simile of Arnold's disguised Handwriting                           65

  Fac-simile of André's disguised Handwriting                            65

  Fac-simile of the Last Stanza of the Cow-Chase                         78

  The Smith House                                                        82

  Fac-simile of Arnold's Passport                                        87

  Portrait of John Paulding                                              89

  The Robinson House                                                     95

  "The '76 Stone House"                                                  97

  Washington's Headquarters at Tappaan                                  100

  Passage from the Vulture                                              104

  André's Monument in Westminster Abbey                                 107

  Bowlder-Monument                                                      109

  Dean Stanley's Autograph                                              112

  Memorial at Tappaan                                                   116

  Memorial at Tarrytown                                                 120

  Portrait of Anna Seward                                        _face_ 125



NATHAN HALE.



NATHAN HALE.



CHAPTER I.


In a picturesque region of Tolland County, Connecticut, twenty miles
eastward of Hartford, situated upon an eminence which commands a
beautiful and extensive prospect westward toward the State capital,
there once stood, and perhaps now stands, a pleasant farm-house,
built of wood, and two stories in height.[1] In that house, on the
6th of June, 1755, a child was born whose name appears conspicuous
in our national history. It was a boy, and one of twelve children,
whose father, Richard Hale, had emigrated in early life from Newberry,
in Massachusetts, to Coventry, and there married Elizabeth Strong,
a charming maiden eighteen years of age. He was a descendant of
Robert Hale, or Hales, who settled in Charlestown, in 1632, and who
seems to have been a scion of the Hales of Kent, for he bore their
coat-of-arms--three broad arrows feathered white, on a red field.

Both Richard and Elizabeth Hale were of the strictest sect of the
Puritans of their day. They revered the Bible as the voice of God;
reverenced magistrates and gospel ministers as his chosen servants;
regarded the strict observance of the Christian Sabbath as a binding
obligation, and family worship and grace before meals as imperative
duties and precious privileges.

The sixth child of Richard and Elizabeth Hale they named NATHAN. He
was feeble in body at the beginning of his life, and gave very little
promise of surviving the period of infancy; but tender motherly care
carried him safely over the critical second year, and he became
a robust child, physically and mentally. He grew up a lively,
sweet-tempered, and beautiful youth; and these qualities marked his
young manhood.

Nathan Hale, the distinguished person alluded to, bright and active,
loved out-of-door pastimes, and communing with Nature everywhere. He
was conspicuous among his companions for remarkable athletism. He would
spring, with apparent ease, out of one hogshead into another, through a
series; and he would place his hand upon a fence as high as his head,
and spring over it at a bound with apparently little effort.

Having an intense thirst for knowledge, young Hale was very studious.
His father designed him for the Christian ministry, and he was fitted
for college by the Rev. Dr. Huntington, one of the most eminent
Congregational divines and scholars of his day, and then the pastor of
the parish in which Nathan was born.

Young Hale entered Yale College when in the sixteenth year of his
age. His brother Enoch, the grandfather of Rev. Edward Everett Hale,
of Boston, and two years the senior of Nathan, entered Yale at the
same time. The students then numbered about sixty. His course of
college-life was eminently praiseworthy; and he was graduated with the
highest honors in September, 1773. Popular with all the students, the
tutors, and the faculty, he was always a welcome visitor in the best
families of New Haven.

In the autumn of 1848 I visited the venerable Eneas Munson, M.D., at
New Haven. He had been assistant surgeon, under Dr. Thatcher, in the
old War for Independence. He knew young Hale well during the later
period of his life at Yale College, for he was then a frequent visitor
at the home of Dr. Munson's father.

"I was greatly impressed," said Dr. Munson, "with Hale's scientific
knowledge, evinced during his conversation with my father. I am sure
he was equal to André in solid acquirements, and his taste for art and
talents as an artist were quite remarkable. His personal appearance was
as notable. He was almost six feet in height, perfectly proportioned,
and in figure and deportment he was the most manly man I have ever met.
His chest was broad; his muscles were firm; his face wore a most benign
expression; his complexion was roseate; his eyes were light blue and
beamed with intelligence; his hair was soft and light brown in color,
and his speech was rather low, sweet, and musical. His personal beauty
and grace of manner were most charming. Why, all the girls in New
Haven fell in love with him," said Dr. Munson, "and wept tears of real
sorrow when they heard of his sad fate. In dress he was always neat;
he was quick to lend a helping hand to a being in distress, brute or
human; was overflowing with good-humor, and was the idol of all his
acquaintances."

Such was the verbal testimony of a personal acquaintance of Nathan Hale
as to his appearance and character. When he left Yale College.[2] Dr.
Jared Sparks, who knew several of Hale's intimate friends, writes of
him:

[Illustration: Please accept for yourself and Mrs. Munson the grateful
thanks of one who will always remember the kindness he ever experienced
whenever he visited your abode.

  your friend,
  Nathan Hale.

Fac-simile of Hale's Handwriting.]

"Possessing genius, taste, and order, he became distinguished as a
scholar; and, endowed in an eminent degree with those graces and gifts
of Nature which add a charm to youthful excellence, he gained universal
esteem and confidence. To high moral worth and irreproachable habits
were joined gentleness of manner, an ingenuous disposition, and vigor
of understanding. No young man of his years put forth a fairer promise
of future usefulness and celebrity; the fortunes of none were fostered
more sincerely by the generous good wishes of his associates, and the
hopes and encouraging presages of his superiors."

Among Hale's classmates was (afterward Major) Benjamin Tallmadge, who
had charge of André soon after his arrest. With William Robinson and
Ezra Samson he was engaged with Hale at their graduation, in a Latin
syllogistic dispute, followed by a debate on the question, "Whether the
education of daughters be not, without any just reason, more neglected
than that of the sons?"

"In this debate Hale was triumphant," wrote James Hillhouse, another of
his classmates, who was a few months his junior. "He was the champion
of 'The Daughters,' and most ably advocated their cause. You may be
sure that he received the plaudits of the ladies present."

On leaving college, Hale engaged in school-teaching for nearly two
years. He first taught a select school at East Haddam, on the left bank
of the Connecticut River, then a place of much wealth.

In 1774 he was called to the position of preceptor in the Union
Grammar-School at New London, an institution of high grade, intended to
furnish facilities for a thorough English education and the classical
preparation necessary for entering college. The school-building stood
on State Street. Young Hale was appointed its first preceptor after its
organization. It was a high compliment to his ability.

Hale's connection with this school was most agreeable. Everybody became
warmly attached to him. His life moved on in a placid current, with
scarcely a ripple upon its surface. He assiduously cultivated science
and letters, moved in the most refined society, and engaged in social
pleasures and religious repose. His future appeared full of joyful
promises.

[Illustration: Union Grammar School-house at New London.]

Suddenly war's alarms dispelled Hale's dream of quiet happiness.
The news of the bloodshed at Lexington and Concord aroused the
continent--New England in a special manner. A messenger, riding express
with the news, between Boston and New York, brought it to New London
late on the 21st of April. It created intense excitement. A town
meeting was called at the court-house at twilight. Among the speakers
present whose words fired the hearts of the eager listeners was Nathan
Hale. With impassioned language and intense earnestness he exhorted the
people to take patriotic action at once. "Let us march immediately,"
he cried, "and never lay down our arms until we have obtained our
independence!" This was the first public demand for independence made
at the beginning of the great struggle.

When the meeting adjourned, Hale, with others, enrolled himself as a
volunteer. A company was soon formed. On the following morning when the
school assembled, he prayed with his pupils, gave them good advice,
bade each one of them an affectionate farewell, and soon afterward
departed for Cambridge. He returned and resumed his duties at the
school, but it was not long before his intense desire to serve his
country caused him to enlist as a lieutenant of a company in Colonel
Charles Webb's regiment--a body raised by order of the General Assembly
for home defense, or, if necessary, for the protection of the country
at large.

Late in September Hale marched with his regiment to Cambridge, and
participated in the siege of Boston. He received the commission of
captain early in January, and was vigilant and brave at all times. The
British were driven from the New England capital in March (1776), and
sailed away to Halifax with a host of Tories, who fled from the wrath
of the Whigs whom they had oppressed. After the British left Boston,
the bulk of the American army proceeded to New York. So earnest and
unselfish was Hale's patriotism that, when, late in 1775, the men of
his company, whose term of service had expired, determined to return
home, he offered to give them his month's pay if they would remain so
much longer.

Soon after Hale's arrival at New York, he successfully performed a
daring feat. A British sloop, laden with provisions, was anchored in
the East River under the protection of the guns of the man-of-war
_Asia_ sixty-four. General Heath gave Hale permission to attempt the
capture of the supply-vessel. With a few picked men (probably of
Glover's brigade, who were largely seamen), as resolute as himself,
he proceeded in a whale-boat silently at midnight to the side of the
sloop, unobserved by the sentinel on the deck. Hale and his men sprang
on board, secured the sentinel, confined the crew below the hatches,
raised her anchor, and took her into Coenties Slip just at the dawn of
day. Captain Hale was at the helm. The victors were greeted with loud
huzzas from a score of voices when the sloop touched the wharf. The
stores of provisions of the prize-vessel were distributed among Hale's
hungry fellow-soldiers.

We have no information concerning Hale's movements from the time of his
capture of the supply-vessel until after the battle of Long Island.
He became captain of a company of Connecticut Rangers in May--a corps
composed of choice men picked from the different Connecticut regiments,
and placed under the command of Lieutenant-Colonel Thomas Knowlton, who
had distinguished himself in the battle of Bunker's (Breed's) Hill.
They were known as "Congress's Own."

In two or three letters written by Hale to his brothers in the earlier
part of the summer, he mentions some hostile movements, but there are
no indications that he was engaged in any of them. He seems not to
have been in the battle of Long Island or a participant in the famous
retreat of Washington across the East River, from Brooklyn, at the
close of August. He was among the troops that remained in New York when
the British invaded Long Island (for he was sick at that time), and
joined the retreating forces in their march toward Harlem Heights early
in September. He first appears after that movement in the presence of
Washington, at the house of the opulent Quaker merchant, Robert Murray,
on Murray Hill, to receive instructions for the performance of an
important mission. What was the nature of that mission? Let us see:

The American army on Manhattan Island was in a most perilous condition
after the retreat from Long Island. It was fearfully demoralized,
and seemed to be on the point of dissolution. Despair had taken
possession of the minds of the militia. They deserted by companies
and even by regiments. Impatient of restraint, insubordination
everywhere prevailed. The soldiers clamored for pay; the money-chest
was empty. They clamored for clothing and blankets, as cold weather was
approaching; the commissary could not respond. One third of the men
were without tents, and one fourth of them were on the sick-roll. Only
fourteen thousand men were fit for duty, and these were scattered in
detachments lying between each extremity of the island, a distance of a
dozen miles or more.

The British army was then twenty-five thousand strong, and lay in
compact detachments along the shores of New York Bay and the East
River, from (present) Greenwood Cemetery to Flushing and beyond. The
soldiers were veterans, and were flushed with the recent victory. They
were commanded by able generals. The army was supported by a powerful
naval force which studded with armed vessels the waters that clasped
Manhattan Island. Each arm of the service was magnificently equipped
with artillery, stores, and munitions of war of every kind.

Such was the condition and relative position of the two armies when, on
the 7th of September, Washington called a council of war to consider
the important questions, What shall be done? Shall we defend or abandon
New York?

Washington had already asked Congress, "If we should be obliged to
abandon the town, ought it to stand as winter-quarters for the enemy?"
He was answered by a resolve that, in case he should find it necessary
that he should quit New York, he should "have special care taken that
no damage be done to the city, Congress having no doubt of their being
able to recover it." It was resolved to remain and defend the city.

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 1: See the frontispiece, copied from a drawing by J.W.
Barber, of New Haven, in 1840.]

[Footnote 2: Dr. Munson allowed me to read the following letter written
by Hale to his father, from New London, late in September, 1774, and to
make a _fac-simile_ of the last paragraph as seen above:

  "New London, _November_ 30, 1774.

 "SIR: I am very happily situated here. I love my employment; find many
 friends among strangers; have time for scientific study, and seem
 to fill the place assigned me with satisfaction. I have a school of
 more than thirty boys to instruct, about half of them in Latin; and
 my salary is satisfactory. During the summer I had a morning class of
 young ladies--about a score--from five to seven o'clock; so you see my
 time is pretty fully occupied, profitably I hope to my pupils and to
 their teacher.
 "Please accept for yourself and Mrs. Munson the grateful thanks of one
 who will always remember the kindness he ever experienced whenever he
 visited your abode.

  Your friend,
  Nathan Hale."]



CHAPTER II.


Perils were gathering thick and fast, and at another council, held on
the 12th, it was resolved to abandon the city and take a position on
Harlem Heights. The sick were sent over to New Jersey, and the public
stores were taken to Dobb's Ferry, twenty miles up the Hudson River.
Then the main army moved northward, leaving in the city a guard of four
thousand men under General Putnam, with orders to follow if necessary.

Washington made his headquarters at the house of Robert Murray on the
14th. The position of the American army now appeared more perilous
than ever. Two ships-of-war had passed up the East River. Others soon
followed. Scouts reported active movements among the British troops
everywhere, but could not penetrate, even by reasonable conjecture, the
designs of the enemy. It was of the utmost importance to know something
of their real intentions. Washington wrote to General Heath, then
stationed at Kingsbridge:

"As everything, in a manner, depends upon obtaining intelligence of the
enemy's motions, I do most earnestly entreat you and General Clinton to
exert yourselves to accomplish this most desirable end. Leave no stone
unturned, nor do not stick at expense, to bring this to pass, as I
was never more uneasy than on account of my want of knowledge on this
score. Keep constant lookout, with good glasses, on some commanding
heights that look well on to the other shore."

The vital questions pressing for answer were, Will they make a direct
attack upon the city? Will they land upon the island, above the city,
or at Morrisania beyond the Harlem River? Will they attempt to cut
off our communications with the main, by seizing the region along the
Harlem River or at Kingsbridge, by landing forces on the shores of
the East and Hudson Rivers, at Turtle Bay, or at Bloomingdale, and,
stretching a cordon of armed men from river to river, cut off the four
thousand troops left in the city?

Washington, in his perplexity, called another council of war at
Murray's. He told his officers that he could not procure the least
information concerning the intentions of the enemy, and asked the
usual question of late, What shall be done? It was resolved to send a
competent person, in disguise, into the British camps on Long Island
to unveil the momentous secret. It needed one skilled in military and
scientific knowledge and a good draughtsman; a man possessed of a quick
eye, a cool head, unflinching courage; tact, caution, and sagacity--a
man on whose judgment and fidelity implicit reliance might be placed.

Washington sent for Lieutenant-Colonel Knowlton and asked him to
seek for a trustful man for the service, in his own noted regiment
or in some other. Knowlton summoned a large number of officers to a
conference at his quarters, and, in the name of the commander-in-chief,
invited a volunteer for the important service. They were surprised.
There was a long pause. Patriotism, ambition, a love of adventure,
and indignation, alternately took possession of their feelings. It was
an invitation to serve their country supremely by becoming a spy--a
character upon whom all civilized nations place the ban of scorn and
contumely! They recoiled from such a service, and there was a general
and even resentful refusal to comply with the request.

Late in the conference, when Knowlton had despaired of finding a man
competent and willing to undertake the perilous mission, a young
officer appeared, pale from the effects of recent severe sickness.
Knowlton repeated the invitation, when, almost immediately, the voice
of the young soldier was heard uttering the momentous words, "I will
undertake it!" It was the voice of Captain Nathan Hale.

Everybody was astonished. The whole company knew Hale. They loved and
admired him. They tried to dissuade him from his decision, setting
forth the risk of sacrificing all his good prospects in life and
the fond hopes of his parents and friends. They painted in darkest
colors the ignominy and death to which he might be exposed. His warmly
attached friend, William Hull (afterward a general in the War of 1812),
who was a member of his company and had been a classmate at college,
employed all the force of friendship and the arts of persuasion to bend
him from his purpose, but in vain. With warmth and decision Hale said:

"Gentlemen, I think I owe to my country the accomplishment of an object
so important and so much desired by the commander of her armies,
and I know no mode of obtaining the information but by assuming a
disguise and passing into the enemy's camp. I am fully sensible of
the consequences of discovery and capture in such a situation. But
for a year I have been attached to the army, and have not rendered
any material service, while receiving a compensation for which I make
no return. Yet I am not influenced by any expectation of promotion
or pecuniary reward. I wish to be useful; _and every kind of service
necessary for the public good becomes honorable by being necessary_. If
the exigencies of my country demand a peculiar service, its claims to
the performance of that service are imperious."

These manly, wise, and patriotic words--this willingness to sacrifice
himself, if necessary, for the good of his country--silenced his
brother officers. Accompanied by Knowlton, he appeared before
Washington the same afternoon, and received instructions concerning his
mission. His commander also furnished him with a general order to the
owners of all American vessels in Long Island Sound to convey him to
any point on Long Island which he might designate.

Hale left the camp on Harlem Heights the same evening, accompanied by
Sergeant Stephen Hempstead, a trustworthy member of his company, whom
he engaged to go with him as far as it would be prudent. He was also
accompanied by his trusty servant, Ansel Wright. They found no safe
place to cross the Sound until they arrived at Norwalk, fifty miles
from New York, owing to the presence of small British cruisers in those
waters. There Hale exchanged his regimentals for a citizen's dress
of brown cloth and a broad-brimmed round hat, and directed Hempstead
and Wright to tarry for him at Norwalk until his return, which he
supposed would be on the 20th. He directed a boat to be sent for him on
the morning of that day, and left with Hempstead his uniform and his
military commission and other papers.

There are somewhat conflicting accounts concerning Hale's movements
after he left Norwalk. All agree that he was conveyed across the Sound
to Huntington Bay, where he landed; that he assumed the character of a
schoolmaster and loyalist disgusted with the "rebel" cause, and that
he professed to be in quest of an engagement as a school-teacher.
It is known that he entered the British camps in personal disguise
and with the pretext of loyalty and the character of a pedagogue;
that he was received with great cordiality as a "good fellow"; that
he visited all the British camps on Long Island, made observations
openly, and drawings and memoranda of fortifications, etc., secretly;
that he passed over from Brooklyn to New York city and gathered much
information concerning affairs there, the British having invaded
Manhattan Island and secured possession of the town since his
departure;[3] and that he returned to Long Island and passed through
the various camps to Huntington Bay for the purpose of going back to
Norwalk.

Tradition tells us that Hale was conveyed from Norwalk to Huntington
Bay on a sloop, and was landed from her yawl two hours before daybreak
in the neighborhood of a place called "The Cedars." Near there a
Widow Chichester, a stanch loyalist (called "Widow Chich"), kept a
tavern, which was the resort of all the Tories in that region. Hale
passed this dangerous place with safety before cock-crowing, and at a
farm-house a mile distant he was kindly furnished with breakfast and
a bed for repose after his night's toil. Then he made his way to the
nearest British camp, and was received without suspicion of his real
character. Concerning his movements after that, until his return from
New York, tradition is silent.

Hale, on his return, had reached in safety the point on the Long
Island shore where he first landed, and prepared to recross the sound
at Norwalk the next morning. He wore shoes with loose inner soles.
Between the soles he had concealed the accurate drawings he had made of
fortifications, etc., and also his memoranda, written in Latin on thin
paper. He had given directions for the boat, from which he had landed,
to come for him on a designated morning, which would be the next after
his return. Satisfied that he was safe from harm, for he was remote
from a British post, and happy with the thought that his perilous
mission was ended successfully and that he should render his country
most important service, he awaited the coming morning with patience and
serenity of mind.

Feeling secure in his simple dress and disguised manner, Hale entered
the tavern of the Widow Chichester, at "The Cedars." A number of
persons were in the room. A moment afterward, a man, whose face seemed
familiar to him, suddenly departed and was not seen again.

Hale passed the night at the tavern, and at dawn went out to look
for the expected boat. To his great joy he saw one moving toward the
shore, with several men in it. Not doubting they were his friends, he
hastened toward the beach, where, as the vessel touched the shore,
he was astounded by the sight of a barge bearing British marines. He
turned to flee, when a loud voice called, "Surrender or die!" Looking
back he saw six men standing erect, with muskets leveled at him. He was
seized, taken into the barge, and conveyed to the British guard-ship
_Halifax_, Captain Quarne, which was anchored behind a point of wooded
land of Lloyd's Neck.

It has been asserted that the man who so suddenly departed from the
room of the tavern at "The Cedars" when Hale entered was a Tory cousin
of his, a dissipated fellow, who recognized his kinsman in disguise and
betrayed him into the hands of the enemy; but there is no warrant for
such an accusation.

Hale's captors stripped and searched him, and found the evidences of
his being a spy in the papers concealed between the soles of his shoes.
These formed as positive testimony as to his true character as did the
papers found in André's boot, which convicted the adjutant-general of
the British army of being a spy.

[Illustration: The Beekman Mansion.]

[Illustration: Beekman's Greenhouse.]

Captain Hale was taken in one of the boats of the _Halifax_ to General
Howe's headquarters, at the elegant mansion of James Beekman, at Mount
Pleasant, as the high bank of the East River at Turtle Bay was called.
The house was situated at (present) Fifty-first Street and First
Avenue. It was then deserted by its stanch Whig owner. Around it were
beautiful lawns and blooming gardens; and near it was a greenhouse
filled with exotic shrubbery and plants.[4] In that greenhouse Hale
was confined, under a strong guard, on Saturday night, the 21st of
September. He had been taken before Howe, who, without trial, and
upon the evidence found in his shoes, condemned him to be hanged early
the next morning. Howe delivered him into the custody of William
Cunningham, the notorious British provost-marshal, with orders to
execute him before sunrise the next day.

This severity, nay, absolute inhumanity, was doubtless the result
of great irritation of the minds of the British officers at that
moment. They had looked upon the little city of New York, containing
twenty thousand inhabitants, as a most comfortable place for their
winter-quarters. On the very morning when Hale was arrested (at a
little past midnight), a fearful conflagration was accidentally begun
at a low tavern on the wharf near Whitehall Slip (now Staten Island
Ferry). Swiftly the flames spread, and were not quenched until about
five hundred buildings were consumed. The British believed, and so
declared, that the fire was the work of Whig incendiaries, to deprive
the army of comforts. The city was yet ablaze while Hale was lying in
Beekman's greenhouse, awaiting his doom in the early morning.

When Hale was taken before Howe, he frankly acknowledged his rank and
his purpose as a spy. He firmly but respectfully told of his success
in getting information in the British camps, and expressed his regret
that he had not been able to serve his country better. "I was present
at this interview," wrote a British officer, "and I observed that the
frankness, the manly bearing, and the evident disinterested patriotism
of the handsome young prisoner, sensibly touched a tender chord of
General Howe's nature; but the stern rules of war concerning such
offenses would not allow him to exercise even pity."

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 3: On the day after Hale's departure, a strong British force
crossed the East River and landed at Kip's Bay at the foot of (present)
Thirty-fourth Street, drove off an American detachment stationed there,
and formed a line almost across the island to Bloomingdale. On the 16th
detachments of the two armies had a severe contest on Harlem Plains, in
which the Americans were victorious, but at the cost of the life of the
gallant Colonel Knowlton.]

[Footnote 4: I made a sketch of the Beekman mansion in 1849, and of
the greenhouse in 1852, a few days before it was demolished, with all
the glories of the garden, at Mount Pleasant; for, at the behest of
the Street Commissioner, streets were opened through the whole Beekman
domain. The site of the greenhouse was in the center of (present)
Fifty-second Street, a little east of First Avenue. It was erected
with the mansion in 1764. The mansion was occupied, during the war,
as headquarters by Generals Howe, Clinton, and Robertson. It was the
residence of the Brunswick General Riedesel and his family in the
summer of 1780. General Carleton occupied it in 1783.]



CHAPTER III.


Long before daybreak of a Christian Sabbath, Nathan Hale was marched
to the place of execution, in the vicinity of (present) East Broadway
and Market Street. He was escorted by a file of soldiers, and there
delivered to the provost-marshal. The young commander of a British
detachment lying near, told Captain William Hull that on Hale's
arrival he requested Cunningham to allow him to sit in his (the
officer's) marquee while waiting for the necessary preparations. The
boon was granted. Hale requested the presence of a chaplain; it was
denied. He asked for a Bible; it was refused. At the solicitation
of the compassionate young officer in whose tent Hale sat, he was
allowed to write brief letters to his mother, sisters, and the young
maiden to whom he was betrothed;[5] but, when they were handed to the
provost-marshal to cause them to be forwarded, that officer read them.
He grew furious as he perceived the noble spirit which breathed in
every sentence, and with coarse oaths and foul epithets he tore them
into shreds before the face of his young victim. Hale gave Cunningham
a withering glance of scorn, and then resumed his usual calmness
and dignity of demeanor. Tho provost-marshal afterward said that he
destroyed the epistles "that the rebels should never know that they had
a man who could die with such firmness."

[Illustration: Cunningham destroying Hale's Letters.]

It was in the morning twilight of a beautiful September day that Hale
was led out to execution. The gallows was the limb of an apple-tree
in Colonel Rutgers's orchard.[6] Even at that early hour quite a
large number of men and women had gathered to witness the sad scene.
Cunningham watched every arrangement with evident satisfaction;
and, when everything was ready for the last scene in the tragedy,
he scoffingly demanded of his victim his "last dying speech and
confession!"

The soul of the young martyr, patriot, and hero, who was standing upon
the fatal ladder[7] with his eyes turned heavenward, was then in secret
communion with his Maker, and his mortal ears seemed closed to earthly
sounds. He did not notice the insulting words of the human fiend. A
moment afterward he looked benignly upon the evidently sympathetic
spectators, and with a calm, clear voice pronounced the last words
uttered by him:

"I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country!"

The women wept; some of them sobbed audibly. The sublime and burning
words of the victim about to be sacrificed upon the altar of liberty,
and the visible tokens of sympathy among those who witnessed the scene,
maddened the coarse-natured and malignant provost-marshal.[8] He cried
out in a voice hoarse with anger, "Swing the rebel off!" and cursed the
tearful women with foul imprecations, calling them rebels and harlots!

So ended, in an atmosphere of mingled Christian faith, fortitude, and
hope, and of savage barbarism and brutality, the beautiful life-drama
of Nathan Hale, the early martyr for the cause of human freedom in
the grand struggle for the independence of our country. It is a cause
for just reproach of our people that their history, poetry, oratory,
and art have, for more than a century, neglected to erect a fitting
memorial to his memory--either in the literature of the land he so
loved that he freely gave his young life a sacrifice for its salvation
from bondage, or in bronze or marble. Nowhere in our broad domain,
stretching from sea to sea, teeming with almost sixty million freemen,
is there even a mural tablet seen with the name of Nathan Hale upon it,
excepting a small monument in his native town, overlooking the graves
of his kindred, in an obscure church-yard, which was erected forty
years ago.

The body of the martyr was laid in the earth near the spot where his
spirit left it. A British officer was sent to acquaint Washington
with his fate. A rude stone placed by the side of the grave of his
father, in the burial-ground of the Congregational Church in his
native town, for long years revealed to passers-by the fact that it
was in commemoration of "Nathan Hale, Esq., a captain in the army
of the United States, who was born June 6, 1755, received the first
honors of Yale College, September, 1773," and "resigned his life a
sacrifice to his country's liberty at New York, September 22, 1776,
aged twenty-two." An entry of his death was made upon the town records
of Coventry.

Late in November, 1837--sixty-one years after his sacrifice--the
citizens of Coventry formed a "Hale Monument Association" for the
purpose of raising funds for the erection of a suitable memorial to
the memory of the young patriot. The association applied in vain to
Congress for aid. By fairs, tea-parties, private dramatic performances,
and other social appliances, carried on chiefly by the gentler sex,
and a grant of twelve hundred dollars by the State of Connecticut, a
sufficient sum was secured in 1846 to erect the desired monument.

At one of the fairs, a poem, addressed to "The Daughters of Freedom,"
and printed on white satin, was offered for sale, and was widely
distributed. It contained the following verses:

    "Ye come with hearts that oft have glowed
      At his soul-stirring tale,
    To wreath the deathless evergreen
      Around the name of Hale.

    "Here his memorial stone shall rise
      In freedom's hallowed shade,
    Prouder than André's trophied tomb
      'Mid mightiest monarchs laid."

[Illustration: The Hale Monument at Coventry.]

The Hale memorial stands upon elevated ground near the Congregational
Church in South Coventry, and by the side of the old burial-ground in
which repose the remains of his nearest kindred. Toward the north it
overlooks the beautiful Lake Waugumbaug, in the pellucid waters of
which Hale angled in his boyhood and early youth.

The monument was designed by Henry Austin, of New Haven, and was
erected under the superintendence of Solomon Willard, the architect of
the Bunker's Hill Monument. It was completed in the summer of 1846, at
a cost of three thousand seven hundred and thirty-four dollars. The
material is Quincy granite. Its form is seen in the engraving. The
height is forty-five feet, and it is fourteen feet square at its base.
The pedestal bears on its four sides the following inscriptions:

_North side_: "CAPTAIN NATHAN HALE, 1776." _West side_: "Born at
Coventry, June 6, 1755." _East side_: "Died at New York, September 22,
1776." _South side_: "I REGRET THAT I HAVE BUT ONE LIFE TO LOSE FOR MY
COUNTRY."

The fate of young Hale produced universal sorrow in the Continental
army and among the patriotic people. In the Whig newspapers of the day
tributes to his worth as a man and a patriot appeared in both prose
and verse.[9] During the War of 1812'-15, a little fort, erected
upon Black Rock, at the entrance to New Haven Harbor, on the site of
a smaller one, built during the Revolution, was named Fort Hale, the
first monument of stone that commemorated him. It has long been in
ruins. Then followed the simple structure built by his neighbors at
Coventry. Brief notices of the martyr have been given from time to time
in occasional poetic effusions and in oratory. Timothy Dwight, Hale's
tutor at Yale College, and afterward president of that institution,
wrote:

  "Thus while fond Virtue wished in vain to save,
  HALE, bright and generous, found a hapless grave;
  With genius' living flame his bosom glowed,
  And Science lured him to her sweet abode.
  In Worth's fair path his feet adventured far,
  The pride of peace, the rising hope of war;
  In duty firm, in danger calm as even,
  To friends unchanging, and sincere to Heaven.
  How short his course, the prize how early won!
  While weeping Friendship mourns her favorite gone."

I.W. Stuart, in his little biography of Hale,[10] has preserved
fragments of several poetic effusions. A short time after Hale's death,
an unknown personal friend of the martyr wrote a poem of one hundred
and sixty lines, in which he described the personal appearance of the
young soldier--tall and with "a beauteous face." Of his qualities of
temper and conduct he wrote:

  "Removed from envy, malice, pride, and strife,
  He walked through goodness as he walked through life;
  A kinder brother Nature never knew,
  A child more duteous or a friend more true."

Of Hale's motives in becoming a spy he wrote:

  "Hate of oppression's arbitrary plan,
  The love of freedom, and the rights of man;
  A strong desire to save from slavery's chain
  The future millions of the Western main."

The poet follows him in his career until he enters upon his perilous
mission under instructions from Washington. Of the final scene he wrote:

  "Not Socrates or noble Russell died.
  Or gentle Sidney, Britain's boast and pride,
  Or gen'rous Moore, approached life's final goal,
  With more composed, more firm and stable soul."

J.S. Babcock, of Coventry, wrote in the metre of Wolfe's "Sir John
Moore":

  "He fell in the spring of his early prime,
    With his fair hopes all around him;
  He died for his birth-land--a 'glorious crime'--
    Ere the palm of his fame had crowned him.

  "He fell in her darkness--he lived not to see
    The noon of her risen glory;
  But the name of the brave, in the hearts of the free,
    Shall be twined in her deathless glory."

In a poem delivered before the Linonian Society of Yale College, at its
centennial anniversary in 1853, a society of which Hale was a member,
Francis M. Finch said, in allusion to the martyr:

    "To drum-beat and heart-beat,
      A soldier marches by;
    There is color on his cheek,
      There is courage in his eye;
    Yet to drum-beat and heart-beat
      In a moment he must die.

    "By starlight and moonlight
      He seeks the Briton's camp;
    He hears the rustling flag,
      And that armèd sentry's tramp;
    And the starlight and moonlight
      His silent wanderings lamp.

    "With slow tread, and still tread,
      He scans the tented-line;
    And he counts the battery-guns
      By the gaunt and shadowy pine;
    And his slow tread and still tread
      Gives no warning sign.

    "The dark wave, the plumed wave,
      It meets his eager glance,
    And it sparkles 'neath the stars
      Like the glimmer of a lance;
    A dark wave, a plumed wave,
      On an emerald expanse.

           *       *       *       *       *

    "With calm brow, steady brow,
      He listens to his doom;
    In his look there is no fear,
      Nor a shadow trace of gloom;
    And with calm brow and steady brow
      He robes him for the tomb.

    "In the long night, the still night,
      He kneels upon the sod;
    And the brutal guards withhold
      E'en the solemn Word of God!
    In the long night, the still night,
      He walks where Christ hath trod!

    "'Neath the blue morn, the sunny morn,
      He dies upon the tree;
    And he mourns that he can lose
      But one life for Liberty;
    And in the blue morn, the sunny morn
      His spirit-wings are free!

           *       *       *       *       *

    "From fame-leaf and angel-leaf,
      From monument and urn,
    The sad of earth, the glad of heaven,
      His tragic fate shall learn;
    And on fame-leaf and angel-leaf
      The name of HALE shall burn!"

At the dedication of a monument in 1853, erected on the spot near
Tarrytown where André was captured, the late Henry J. Raymond, in an
address on the occasion, said:

"At an early stage of the Revolution, NATHAN HALE, captain in the
American army, which he had entered, abandoning brilliant prospects
of professional distinction for the sole purpose of defending the
liberties of his country--gifted, educated, ambitious--the equal of
André in talent, in worth, in amiable manners, and in every manly
quality, and his superior in that final test of character--the motives
by which his acts were prompted and his life was guided--laid aside
every consideration personal to himself, and entered upon a service
of infinite hazard to life and honor, because Washington deemed
it important to the sacred cause to which both had been sacredly
set apart. Like André, he was found in the hostile camp; like him,
though without trial, he was adjudged as a spy; and, like him, he was
condemned to death.

"And here the likeness ends. No consoling word, no pitying or
respectful look, cheered the dark hours of his doom. He was met with
insult at every turn. The sacred consolations of the minister of
God were denied him; the Bible was taken from him; with an excess of
barbarity hard to be paralleled in civilized war, his dying letters
of farewell to his mother and sisters were destroyed in his presence;
and, uncheered by sympathy, mocked by brutal power, and attended only
by that sense of duty, incorruptible, undefiled, which had ruled his
life--finding a fit farewell in the serene and sublime regret that he
had 'but _one_ life to lose for his country'--he went forth to meet the
great darkness of an ignominious death.

"The loving hearts of his early companions have erected a neat monument
to his memory in his native town; but, beyond that little circle, where
stands his name recorded? While the majesty of England, in the person
of her sovereign, sent an embassy across the sea to solicit the remains
of André at the hands of his foes, that they might be enshrined in that
sepulchre where she garners the relics of her mighty and renowned sons--

  'Splendid in their ashes, pompous in the grave,'

the children of Washington have left the body of HALE to sleep in its
unknown tomb, though it be on his native soil, unhonored by any outward
observance, unmarked by any memorial stone. Monody, eulogy, monument of
marble or of brass, and of letters more enduring than all, have in his
own land and in ours given the name and fate of André to the sorrowing
remembrance of all time to come. American genius has celebrated his
praises, has sung of his virtues, and exalted to heroic heights his
prayer, manly but personal to himself, for choice in the manner of
death--his dying challenge to all men to witness the courage with which
he met his fate. But where, save on the cold page of history, stands
the record of HALE? Where is the hymn that speaks to immortality, and
tells of the added brightness and enhanced glory when his soul joined
its noble host? And where sleep the American of Americans, that their
hearts are not stirred to solemn rapture at the thought of the sublime
love of country which buoyed him not alone 'above the fear of death,'
but far beyond all thought of himself, of his fate and his fame, or of
anything less than his country--and which shaped his dying breath into
the sacred sentence which trembled at the last upon his quivering lip?"

These eloquent words have a deeper significance to-day than when they
were uttered a generation ago. It is a just reproach to a nation of
nearly sixty million freemen, rich and powerful beyond any other people
on the globe, that the memory of NATHAN HALE, their self-sacrificing
benefactor in purpose, and a true and noble martyr in the cause of
the liberty they enjoy, has been, until lately, absolutely neglected
by them; that no "monody, eulogy, monument of marble or of brass,"
dedicated to him by the public voice, appears anywhere in our broad
land. But there are now abundant promises that this reproach will be
speedily removed. An earnest effort was begun by the "Daily Telegraph,"
a morning journal of New York city, late in 1885, to procure funds by
half-dime or "nickel" subscriptions, sufficient to erect a suitable
monument to the memory of NATHAN HALE, in the city of New York, where
he suffered martyrdom. There is also a project on foot for the erection
of a statue of Hale in the Connecticut State Capitol at Hartford. For
this purpose the State of Connecticut has appropriated five thousand
dollars.

Let the conscience of our people, inspired by gratitude and patriotism,
be fairly awakened to the propriety of the undertaking, and funds will
speedily be forthcoming sufficient to erect a magnificent monument
in memory of NATHAN HALE, in the city where he died for his country.
I recommend, as a portion of the inscription upon the monument, the
subjoined epitaph, written fully thirty years ago, by George Gibbs, the
ripe scholar and antiquary, who was at one time the librarian of the
New York Historical Society:[11]

  STRANGER, BENEATH THIS STONE
  LIES THE DUST OF
  A SPY,
  WHO PERISHED UPON THE GIBBET;
  YET
  THE STORIED MARBLES OF THE GREAT,
  THE SHRINES OF HEROES,
  ENTOMBED NOT ONE MORE WORTHY OF
  HONOR
  THAN HIM WHO HERE
  SLEEPS HIS LAST SLEEP.
  NATIONS
  BOW WITH REVERENCE BEFORE THE DUST
  OF HIM WHO DIES
  A GLORIOUS DEATH,
  URGED ON BY THE SOUND OF THE
  TRUMPET
  AND THE SHOUTS OF
  ADMIRING THOUSANDS.
  BUT WHAT REVERENCE, WHAT HONOR,
  IS NOT DUE TO ONE
  WHO FOR HIS COUNTRY ENCOUNTERED
  EVEN AN INFAMOUS DEATH,
  SOOTHED BY NO SYMPATHY,
  ANIMATED BY NO PRAISE!

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 5: Her name was Alice Adams. She was a native of Canterbury,
Connecticut, and was distinguished both for her intelligence and
personal beauty. After Hale's death she married Eleazar Ripley, who
left her a widow, with one child, at the age of eighteen years. The
child died about a year after its father's death, and the mother
subsequently married William Lawrence, of Hartford, where she lived
until September, 1845, when she died at the age of eighty-eight
years. She possessed a miniature of Hale and many of his letters. The
miniature and the letters disappeared many years ago, and there is no
likeness of the young martyr extant. The last words uttered by Hale's
betrothed were, "Write to Nathan!"--Stuart's "Life of Nathan Hale," p.
28.]

[Footnote 6: The place of Hale's execution has been a subject of
conjecture. Some have supposed that it occurred near the Beekman
mansion, Howe's headquarters; others, that he was taken from the
Provost Prison (now the Hall of Records), in the City Hall Park, to
the usual place of execution of state criminals, at the Barracks near
Chambers Street; and others, on the farm of Colonel Rutgers, whose
country mansion was near the East River--at Pike and Monroe Streets.

In 1849 I visited the venerable Jeremiah Johnson, ex-Mayor of Brooklyn,
who was living at his farm-house not far from the Navy-Yard, then
between the city of Brooklyn and the village of Williamsburgh.
Among other interesting facts concerning the Revolution, of his own
experience and observation, which he had treasured in his memory, was
that his father was present at the execution of Hale. Like other Long
Island farmers at that time, he went to New York occasionally with
truck. On the day of the great fire he was there, when himself and his
team were pressed into the service of the British. He was with the
detachment on Colonel Rutgers's farm at the time of the execution,
and saw the martyr hanged upon the limb of an apple-tree in Rutgers's
orchard. It was at the west side, not far from the line of (present)
East Broadway.]

[Footnote 7: The method employed at military executions at that time
was to place a ladder against the gallows-beam or limb, cause the
prisoner to ascend it a few feet, and, at a given signal, turn the
ladder and leave the victim suspended.]

[Footnote 8: The pen of every writer who has noticed the career of
William Cunningham, the notorious provost-marshal of the British army
in New York and Philadelphia, has portrayed him as a most detestable
character. To the credit of the commander with whom he served, be it
said that it is satisfactorily proven that he was employed directly
by the British ministry, and was independent of the authority of Howe
and Clinton. He was a large, burly, red-haired, red-faced Irishman,
sixty years of age, addicted to strong drink to excess, and with most
forbidding features. His cruelties and crimes committed while in charge
of prisoners of war in New York were notorious and monstrous. Upon the
scaffold in England, after the war, he confessed that he had caused the
death of fully two thousand prisoners under his charge by starvation
and otherwise. He put poison into their food at times, and sold their
rations for his own benefit, allowing the prisoners to starve!]

[Footnote 9: A ballad was written and published, soon after Hale's
death, which was very popular at the time. It was evidently written by
one who was not well informed as to the true history of the matter. Of
his arrest the ballad says:

  "Cooling shades of the night were coming apace,
    The tattoo had beat, the tattoo had beat,
  The noble one sprang from his dark lurking-place,
    To make his retreat, to make his retreat.

  "He warily trod on the dry, rustling leaves
    As he passed through the wood, as he passed through the wood,
  And silently gained his rude launch on the shore,
    As she played with the flood, as she played with the flood.

  "The guards of the camp on that dark, dreary night
    Had a murderous will, a murderous will;
  They took him and bore him afar from the shore,
    To a hut on the hill, to a hut on the hill."]

[Footnote 10: "Life of Captain Nathan Hale, the Martyr Spy of the
American Revolution." By I.W. Stuart, Hartford, 1856.]

[Footnote 11: A statue in plaster, modeled from a description of
Hale's features and person, has been made by E.S. Wood, sculptor. It
represents an athletic young man, with his coat and vest removed, his
neck and upper portion of his chest bared by the turning down of the
collar of his ruffled shirt, and holding in his right hand, which is
resting upon his hip, the rope with which he is about to be suspended
from the tree. The face of the martyr is an excellent ideal of the
character of the young hero.]



JOHN ANDRÉ.

[Illustration: John André]



JOHN ANDRÉ.



CHAPTER I.


It is not known whether the place of JOHN ANDRÉ'S nativity was in
London or elsewhere in England. His father was a Switzer, born in
Geneva. He was a merchant in London, where he married a pretty French
maiden named Girardot, a native of that city, who in the year 1751
became the mother of the famous British spy.

Of André's childhood and early youth very little is known, even of the
scenes of his primary education. Later, we find him at the University
in Geneva; and, when he was approaching young manhood, he was
distinguished for many accomplishments and solid acquirements. He had
mastered several European languages, and was an expert mathematician.
He was versed in military science, and had a wide acquaintance with
_belles-lettres_ literature. He was an adept in music, dancing, and the
arts of design, and was specially commended for his military drawings.

André had a taste and a desire for military life; but, before he was
seventeen years of age, he was called home to take a place in his
father's counting-room. At that time his family lived at the Manor
House, Clapton, where his father died in the spring of 1769. The family
then consisted of the widow, two sons, and three daughters. Of these
John was the oldest and Anna was the youngest--the "tuneful Anna," as
Miss Seward calls her in her "Monody," because of her poetic genius.

John, though so young, was now a chief manager of his father's business
and the head of his mother's household. The summer of 1769 was spent
by the family at little villages in the interior of England, in the
picturesque region of Lichfield, a famous cathedral town, in which Dr.
Johnson was born, and at its grammar-school he and Addison and Garrick
received their earlier education.

In that delightful neighborhood young André formed an acquaintance
with Miss Anna Seward, the bright and charming daughter of Rev.
Thomas Seward, canon-resident of Lichfield Cathedral, who lived in
the bishop's palace. His daughter, then twenty-two years of age, was
already distinguished as a poet. Her home was the gathering-place
of the local literary celebrities of that day--Dr. Erasmus Darwin,
author of "The Botanic Garden," and grandfather of the champion
of the doctrine of evolution in our day; Thomas Hayley, author of
"The Triumphs of Temper"; Sir Brooke Boothby, who wrote "Fables and
Satires"; Richard Lovell Edgeworth, a "gay Lothario," with some
literary pretensions; Thomas Day, an eccentric philosopher, who wrote
the story of "Sandford and Merton," once as popular as "Robinson
Crusoe"; the blind and ill-humored Miss Anna Williams, the biographer
of the Emperor Julian; and other residents or occasional sojourners.

Miss Seward was the central figure in this literary circle. Her
personal beauty, vivacity, wit, and charming conversational powers,
were very fascinating. Into that galaxy John André was introduced and
gave it additional luster.

The young London merchant also became acquainted with another maiden
near his own age. She is represented as exceedingly lovely in person
and character. Her eyes were blue, her hair was of a golden color, and
her complexion was brilliant, heightened in its charms, perhaps, by a
hectic glow upon her cheek--the sad prophecy of the early fading of
youthful beauty and of life. The maiden was Honora Sneyd, an inmate of
the family of Canon Seward, and the loved companion of Anna.

[Illustration: Honora Sneyd.--(From a painting by Romney.)[12]]

André was then eighteen years of age; a handsome, slender, graceful,
and vivacious youth, with features as delicate as those of a girl,
and accomplished beyond most young men of his time. He was five feet
nine inches in height, dark complexion, dark eyes, brown hair, with
a somewhat serious and tender expression. His manners were easy and
insinuating. The young couple fell desperately in love with each other
at their first meeting.

Anna was delighted, and she fostered the passion. The lovers were
betrothed before the summer was over; but "Love's young dream" was
disturbed. The father of Miss Sneyd and the mother of André decided
that both were too young for wedlock then, and it was agreed that at
least two years should intervene between betrothal and nuptials. It was
also deemed proper that they should be kept apart as much as possible
during that period, in order to test the strength and reality of their
attachment, and for other prudential reasons.

With this understanding André returned to his desk in London, a hundred
and twenty miles away. He had sketched two miniatures of Miss Sneyd.
One he gave to Anna Seward, the other he placed in a locket and carried
it in his bosom. He also arranged for a correspondence between Miss
Seward and himself, of which Honora was to be the chief burden. Three
of these letters have been preserved, and are printed in this volume.
"His epistolary writings," says Dr. Sparks, "so far as specimens of
them have been preserved, show a delicacy of sentiment, a playfulness
of imagination, and an ease of style, which could proceed only from
native refinement and a high degree of culture."

André had an aversion to mercantile pursuits, and had told his
Lichfield friends that he greatly preferred the military profession.
Miss Seward urged him to stick to his desk, as the only sure promise
of a competence which would enable him to marry Honora. Her persuasion
prevailed, and he resolved to remain a merchant, for a time at least.
In one of his letters to her he wrote:

"I know you will interest yourself in my destiny. I have now completely
subdued my aversion to the profession of a merchant, and hope, in time,
to acquire an inclination for it.... When an impertinent consciousness
whispers in my ear that I am not of the right stuff for a merchant,
I draw my Honora's picture from my bosom, and the sight of that dear
talisman so inspirits my industry that no toil seems oppressive."

This correspondence was kept up several months, but André's suit did
not prosper. Distance, separation, and various circumstances cooled the
ardor of Miss Sneyd's love for her young admirer, and correspondence
between them ceased. She had other suitors; and, in 1773, she married
Richard Lovell Edgeworth, a gay young widower of twenty-five, who
possessed a handsome fortune in the form of a fine estate in Ireland.
Honora became the mother of Maria Edgeworth, the novelist. She died
of consumption a few years afterward. In compliance with her dying
request, her husband married her sister Elizabeth for his third wife.

André remained faithful to his first love, and carried Honora's
miniature in his bosom until he died. He abandoned the mercantile
business in 1771, joined the royal army with the commission of
lieutenant in 1772, and went over to Germany. He joined his
regiment--the Royal English Fusileers--in Canada, late in 1774, having
made a farewell visit to his stanch friend Miss Seward before he sailed
for America. During that visit a singular circumstance occurred. Miss
Seward took André a little distance from Lichfield to call upon two
literary friends, Mr. Cunningham, and a curate, the Rev. Mr. Newton.
She had apprised them of the intended visit.

Mr. Cunningham afterward related to Miss Seward a singular dream he had
on the night before this visit. He was in a great forest. A horseman
approached at full speed. As he drew near, three men suddenly sprang
from their concealment in bushes, seized the rider, and took him away.
The appearance of the captive's face was deeply impressed upon the
dreamer's memory. He awoke, fell asleep again, and dreamed. He was
now in a vast crowd of people, near a great city. The man whom he saw
captured in the forest was now brought forth and hanged. This dream was
related to the curate the next morning, and when, a while afterward,
Miss Seward with her friend arrived, Mr. Cunningham recognized in André
the person he saw captured and hanged.

Other presaging visions concerning André's fate have been related, some
of them being undoubtedly pure fiction. For example: Soon after the
evacuation of Philadelphia by the British in 1778, and the Americans
had taken possession of the city, some of the Continental officers gave
a dinner-party to Washington at a spacious mansion in the suburbs, once
belonging to one of the Penn family. At that banquet were two ladies
who had known Major André during the British occupation, and had dined
with him at this Penn mansion. As they were passing through a grove
near the house on that occasion, they both saw at the same moment the
body of a man suspended from a limb, and recognized his features as
those of André. They spoke of the vision at the table, and were laughed
at; even Washington joining in the merriment. This ghost-story may be
thus disposed of: Washington was not in Philadelphia at any time in the
year 1778. At the time above mentioned he was chasing Sir Henry Clinton
across New Jersey.

The following account appears to be well authenticated: A feminine
friend of Miss Mary Hannah, a sister of André, shared a bed with her
one night at about the time of her brother's execution. The friend was
awakened by the loud sobs of Miss André, who said she had seen her
brother made a prisoner. Her friend soothed her into quiet, and both
fell asleep. Soon Miss André again awoke her friend, and said she had
again seen her brother on trial as a spy. She described the scene with
great particularity. Again she was quieted, and both fell asleep. Again
she aroused her friend by screaming, "They are hanging him!" They both
made a memorandum of the affair. The next mail brought the sad news of
André's execution at about the time when his sister, Mary Hannah, saw
him in her vision.

Lieutenant André journeyed from England to Quebec, by way of
Philadelphia. Why did he take this roundabout course? He arrived at
Philadelphia in September (1774), just after the first Continental
Congress began its session there. His abilities as a keen observer
of men and things were well known to General Carleton, the Governor
of Canada, who arrived at Quebec from England while André was in
Philadelphia. May not that astute officer have directed André,
before he left England, to go to Philadelphia as a spy, to learn
what he could of the condition of public affairs, and the temper of
the people in the disturbed colonies, and especially the designs of
the Continental Congress? From Philadelphia he went to New York and
Boston, and thence by water to Quebec, everywhere traveling, without
recognition, in citizen's dress. He undoubtedly carried to Carleton
much valuable information which that wide-awake officer desired to
know. André arrived at Quebec early in November.

A year later Lieutenant André was made a prisoner of war when
Montgomery captured the fort at St. Johns, on the Sorel. "I have been
taken a prisoner by the Americans," André wrote to Miss Seward, "and
stripped of everything except the picture of Honora, which I concealed
in my mouth. Preserving this, I yet think myself fortunate." He and
his fellow-prisoners were taken first to Connecticut, and then to
Lancaster and Carlisle in Pennsylvania. There he made many friends by
his urbanity, his refined tastes, and his accomplishments. He taught
the children of citizens the art of drawing in a free and easy style;
and he was a welcome guest in the higher social circles, was made a
participant in all their pleasure-parties, and so added to their own
enjoyments.

Toward the close of 1776 André was exchanged and joined the British
army in New York, then commanded by General Howe. To that officer
he presented a memoir on the existing war, which was very favorably
received. He had kept a journal ever since he came to America, in
which both pen and pencil were jointly employed in the delineation and
description of everything of interest which came under his observation,
and this furnished him with much material for his memoir. Howe was
delighted with his young soldier, and as soon as a vacancy occurred he
gave him the position of aide on the staff of General Grey, with the
rank of captain. He was now fairly in the line of promotion which his
signal abilities entitled him to receive.

André served with distinction as a staff-officer. He was the soul of
the military social circle during the occupation of Philadelphia by the
British army in the winter and spring of 1778. His pen, his pencil, and
his brush, were continually busy in satirizing and caricaturing the
"rebel" officers, or in dramatic exhibitions. He was a leader in all
the social amusements of the army, the chief of which were theatrical
performances. In these André was dramatist, actor, song-writer, and
manager. He wrote prologues and localized plays, and was the chief
manager of weekly balls. In a word, he was leader in setting on foot
scenes of gayety and extravagance that were long remembered and
lamented. André occupied the house of Dr. Franklin for several months.
He carried away some valuable books.

Many of the young officers were scions of the British nobility,
and possessed ample means for the gratification of any desire. The
infection of demoralization that spread through the army and society
was fearful. The army suffered much. Dr. Franklin said, "Howe did
not take Philadelphia--Philadelphia took Howe." Cupid scattered his
darts so widely and with such effect among the soldiers, that in the
flight of the British army across New Jersey, on the evacuation of
Philadelphia, fully six hundred soldiers deserted and returned to their
sweethearts and lately married wives.

Many of the fair daughters of the Philadelphia loyalists were
captivated by the young British officers. Among the latter was not
one more fascinating than Major André, and no one was more welcome
into the best society. He formed warm friendships with several leading
families; among others, that of Edward Shippen, one of the wealthiest
and most cultivated citizens, whose youngest daughter married General
Benedict Arnold.

Late in May, 1778, General Howe surrendered the command of the army
into the hands of Sir Henry Clinton, and prepared to return to England.
The officers of the army, who were very much attached to him, resolved
to give him a spectacular parting entertainment which should eclipse in
novelty and splendor anything ever seen in America. In the conception
and preparation of the entertainment the genius of André, in all its
phases, was brought into requisition. He designed the decorations, the
costumes to be worn, even the ticket of admission to the show. The
entertainment was called _Mischianza_--a medley. It was given at the
country-seat of Thomas Wharton, a Philadelphia Quaker--a fine, stately
mansion, with spacious grounds around it, standing near the present
navy-yard.

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 12: In a letter to the Right Honorable Lady Butler, dated
Lichfield, June 4, 1798, Miss Seward speaks of the picture as follows:
"Honora Sneyd, after she became Mrs. Edgeworth, sat to Smart, at
that time a celebrated miniature-painter. He totally missed the
likeness which Major André had, from his then inexperience in the
art, so faintly and with so little justice to her beauty, caught.
Romney accidentally, and without ever having beheld her, produced it
completely. Yes, he drew, to represent the Serena of the 'Triumph
of Temper,' his own abstract idea of perfect loveliness, and the
form of the face of Honora Sneyd rose beneath his pencil." Serena is
represented reading by candle-light.]



CHAPTER II.


In a letter to his friend Miss Seward, dated Philadelphia, May 23,
1778, Major André gave the following account of the great _fête_ in
honor of General Howe:

"That our sentiments might be the more unreservedly and unequivocally
known, it was resolved among us that we should give him as splendid an
entertainment as the shortness of the time and our present situation
would allow us. For the expenses the whole army would most cheerfully
have contributed; but it was requisite to draw the line somewhere,
and twenty-two field-officers joined in a subscription adequate to a
plan they meant to adopt. I know your curiosity will be raised on this
occasion; I shall, therefore, give you as particular an account of our
_Mischianza_[13] as I have been able to collect.

[Illustration: The Mischianza Ticket.--(Drawn by Major André.)[14]]

"From the name you will perceive that it was made up from a variety
of entertainments. Four of the gentlemen subscribers were appointed
managers--Sir John Wrottesley, Colonel O'Hara, Major Gardiner, and
Montressor, the chief engineer. On the tickets of admission which
they gave out for Monday, the 18th, was engraved, in a shield, a view
of the sea, with the setting sun, and in a wreath the words '_Luceo
discedens, aucto splendore resurgam._' At top was the general's crest,
with '_vive! vale!_' All round the shield ran a vignette, and various
military trophies filled up the ground.[15]

[Illustration: Lady's Head-Dress.

(Drawn by Major André.)]

"A grand regatta began the entertainment. It consisted of three
divisions. In the first place was the _Ferret_ galley, having on board
several general officers and a number of ladies. In the center was the
_Hussar_ galley, with Sir William and Lord Howe, Sir Henry Clinton,
the officers of their suite, and some ladies. The _Cornwallis_ galley
brought up the rear, having on board General Knyphausen and his suite,
the British generals, and a party of ladies. On each quarter of these
galleys, and forming their division, were five flat-boats, lined with
green cloth, and filled with ladies and gentlemen. In front of the
whole were three flat-boats, with a band of music in each. Six barges
rowed about each flank, to keep off the swarm of boats that covered
the river from side to side. The galleys were dressed out in a variety
of colors and streamers, and on each flat-boat was displayed the flag
of its own division. In the stream opposite the center of the city the
_Fanny_, armed ship, magnificently decorated, was placed at anchor;
and at some distance ahead lay his Majesty's ship _Roebuck_, with the
admiral's flag hoisted at the foretopmast-head. The transport ships,
extending in a line the whole length of the town, appeared with colors
flying and crowded with spectators, as were also the openings of the
several wharves on the shore, exhibiting the most picturesque and
enlivening scene the eye could desire. The rendezvous was at Knight's
wharf, at the north end of the city."[16]

       *       *       *       *       *

After giving an account of the aquatic procession down the river, André
continues:

"The landing-place was the Old Fort, a little to the southward of the
town,[17] fronting the building prepared for the reception of the
company, about four hundred yards from the water by a gentle ascent. As
soon as the general's barge was seen to push for the shore, a salute of
seventeen guns was fired from the _Roebuck_, and, after some interval,
by the same number by the _Vigilant_. The company, as they disembarked,
arranged themselves into a line of procession, and advanced through an
avenue formed by the two files of grenadiers, and a line of light horse
supporting each file. This avenue led to a square lawn of two hundred
and fifty yards on each side, lined with troops, and properly prepared
for the exhibition of a tilt and tournament, according to the customs
and ordinances of ancient chivalry. We proceeded through the center of
the square. The music, consisting of all the bands of the army, moved
in front. The managers, with favors of white and blue ribbons on their
breasts, followed next in order. The general, admiral, and the rest of
the company, succeeded promiscuously.

"In front of the building, bounding the view through a vista formed by
two triumphal arches, erected at proper intervals in a line with the
landing-place, two pavilions, with rows of benches rising one above
another, and serving as the wings of the first triumphal arch, received
the ladies, while the gentlemen ranged themselves in convenient order
on each side. On the front seat of each pavilion were placed seven of
the principal young ladies of the country, dressed in Turkish habits,
and wearing on their turbans the favors with which they meant to
reward the several knights who were to contend in their honor. These
arrangements were scarcely made, when the sound of trumpets was heard
at a distance; and a band of knights, dressed in ancient habits of
white and red silk, and mounted on gray horses, richly caparisoned in
trappings of the same colors, entered the lists, attended by their
esquires on foot, in suitable apparel, in the following order:

"Four trumpeters, properly habited, their trumpets decorated with small
pendent banners. A herald in his robes of ceremony; on his tunic was
the device of his band, two roses intertwined, with the motto--'_We
droop when separated_.'

"Lord Cathcart, superbly mounted on a managed horse, appeared as chief
of these knights; two young black slaves, with sashes and drawers of
blue and white silk, wearing large silver clasps round their necks and
arms, their breasts and shoulders bare, held his stirrups. On his right
hand walked Captain Harard, and on his left Captain Brownlow, and his
two esquires, the one bearing his lance, the other his shield. His
device was Cupid riding on a lion; the motto--'_Surmounted by Love_.'
His lordship appeared in honor of Miss Auchmuty.[18]

"Then came in order the knights of his band, each attended by his
'squire, bearing his lance and shield.

"First knight, Hon. Captain Cathcart,[19] in honor of Miss N.
White.--'Squire, Captain Peters.--Device, a heart and sword;
motto--'_Love and Honor_.'

"Second knight, Lieutenant Bygrove, in honor of Miss Craig.--'Squire,
Lieutenant Nichols.--Device, Cupid tracing a circle; motto--'_Without
End_.'

"Third knight, Captain André, in honor of Miss P. Chew.[20]--'Squire,
Lieutenant André.[21]--Device, two game-cocks fighting; motto--'_No
rival_.'

"Fourth knight, Captain Horneck, in honor of Miss N. Redmond.--'Squire,
Lieutenant Talbot.--Device, a burning heart; motto--'_Absence can not
extinguish_.'

"Fifth knight, Captain Mathews, in honor of Miss Bond.--'Squire,
Lieutenant Hamilton.--Device, a winged heart; motto--'_Each fair by
turns_.'

"Sixth knight, Lieutenant Sloper, in honor of Miss M.
Shippen.[22]--'Squire, Lieutenant Brown.--Device, a heart and sword;
motto--'_Honor and the fair_.'"

[Illustration: The Joust at the Tournament.]

After they had made the circuit of the square, and saluted the ladies
as they passed before the pavilion, they ranged themselves in a line
with that in which were the ladies of their device; and their herald
(Mr. Beaumont) advancing into the center of the square, after a
flourish of trumpets, proclaimed the following challenge:

"The Knights of the Blended Rose, by me, their herald, proclaim and
assert that the Ladies of the Blended Rose excel in wit, beauty, and
every accomplishment, those of the whole world; and should any knight
or knights be so hardy as to dispute or deny it, they are ready to
enter the lists with them, and maintain their assertions by deeds of
arms, according to the laws of ancient chivalry."

At the third repetition of this challenge, the sound of trumpets was
heard from the opposite side of the square; and another herald, with
four trumpeters, dressed in black-and-orange, galloped into the lists.
He was met by the Herald of the Blended Rose, and, after a short
parley, they both advanced in front of the pavilions, when the black
herald (Lieutenant Moore) ordered his trumpets to sound, and thus
proclaimed defiance to the challenge in the following words:

"The Knights of the Burning Mountain present themselves here, not to
contest by words, but to disprove by deeds, the vainglorious assertions
of the Knights of the Blended Rose, and enter these lists to maintain
that the Ladies of the Burning Mountain are not excelled in beauty,
virtue, or accomplishments, by any in the universe."

He then returned to the part of the barrier through which he had
entered, and shortly afterward the Black Knights, attended by their
'squires, rode into the lists in the following order:

"Four trumpeters preceding the herald, on whose tunic was represented a
mountain sending forth flames; motto--'_I burn forever_.'

"Captain Watson, of the Guards, as chief, dressed in a magnificent suit
of black-and-orange silk, and mounted on a black managed horse, with
trappings of the same color with his own dress, appeared in honor of
Miss Franks. He was attended in the same manner with Lord Cathcart.
Captain Scott bore his lance and Lieutenant Lytton his shield. The
device, a heart, with a wreath of flowers; motto--'_Love and glory_.'

"First knight, Lieutenant Underwood, in honor of Miss S.
Shippen.--'Squire, Ensign Haserkam.--Device, a pelican feeding her
young; motto--'_For those I love_.'

"Second knight, Lieutenant Wingard, in honor of Miss R.P.
Shippen.--'Squire, Captain Boscawen.--Device, a bay-leaf;
motto--'_Unchangeable_.'

"Third knight, Lieutenant Deleval, in honor of Miss B. Bond.--'Squire,
Captain Thorne.--Device, a heart, aimed at by several arrows, and
struck by one; motto--'_Only one pierces me_.'

"Fourth knight, Monsieur Montluissent (Lieutenant of the Hessian
Chasseurs), in honor of Miss B. Redman.--'Squire, Captain
Campbell.--Device, a sunflower turning toward the sun; motto--'_Je vise
à vous_.'

"Fifth knight, Lieutenant Hobart, in honor of Miss S. Chew.--'Squire,
Lieutenant Briscoe.--Device, Cupid piercing a coat-of-mail with his
arrow; motto--'_Proof to all but love_.'

"Sixth knight, Brigade-Major Tarleton, in honor of Miss W.
Smith.--'Squire, Captain Heart.--Device, a light dragoon;
motto--'_Swift, vigilant, and bold_.'

"After they had rode round the lists, and made their obeisance to
the ladies, they drew up, fronting the White Knights; and the chief
of them having thrown down his gauntlet, the Chief of the Black
Knights directed his esquire to take it up. The knights then received
their lances from their esquires, fixed their shields on their left
arms, and, making a general salute to each other by a very graceful
movement of their lances, turned round to take their career, and,
encountering in full gallop, shivered their spears. In the second and
third encounter they discharged their pistols. In the fourth they
fought with swords. At length the two chiefs, spurring forward into
the center, engaged furiously in single combat, till the marshal of
the field (Major Gwyne) rushed in between the chiefs and declared
that the Fair Damsels of the Blended Rose and Burning Mountain were
perfectly satisfied with the proofs of love and the signal feats of
valor given by their respective knights; and commanded them, as they
prized the future favors of their mistresses, that they would instantly
desist from further combat. Obedience being paid by the chiefs to the
order, they joined their respective bands. The White Knights and their
attendants filed off to the left, the Black Knights to the right, and,
after passing each other at the lower side of the quadrangle, moved up
alternately till they approached the pavilion of the ladies, where they
gave a general salute.

"A passage being now opened between the pavilions, the knights,
preceded by their 'squires and the bands of music, rode through the
first triumphal arch and arranged themselves to the right and left.
This arch was erected in honor of Lord Howe. It presented two fronts,
in the Tuscan order; the pediment was adorned with various naval
trophies, and at the top was a figure of Neptune, with a trident
in his right hand. In a niche on each side stood a sailor with a
drawn cutlass. Three plumes of feathers were placed on the summit
of each wing, and on the entablature was this inscription: '_Laus
illi debetur, et a me gratia major_.' The interval between the two
arches was an avenue three hundred feet long and thirty-four broad.
It was lined on each side with a file of troops; and the colors of
all the army, planted at proper distances, had a beautiful effect in
diversifying the scene.

"Between these colors the knights and 'squires took their stations. The
bands continued to play several pieces of martial music. The company
moved forward in procession, with the ladies in the Turkish habits in
front: as these passed they were saluted by their knights, who then
dismounted and joined them; and in this order we were all conducted
into a garden that fronted the house, through the second triumphal arch
dedicated to the general. This arch was also built in the Tuscan order.
On the interior part of the pediment were painted a Plume of Feathers
and various military trophies. At the top stood the figure of Fame, and
on the entablature these words--'_I, bone, quo virtuo tua le vocet; I
pede fausto_.' On the right-hand pillar was placed a bomb-shell, and
on the left a flaming heart. The front next the house was adorned with
preparations for a fire-work.

"From the garden we ascended a flight of steps covered with carpets,
which led into a spacious hall; the panels, painted in imitation of
Sienna marble,[23] inclosing portions of white marble; the surbase and
all below were black. In this hall, and in the adjoining apartments,
were prepared tea, lemonade, and other cooling liquors, to which the
company seated themselves; during which time the knights came in, and
on the knee received their favors from their respective ladies. One of
these rooms was afterward appropriated to the use of the Pharaoh table.
As you entered it you saw, in a panel over the chimney, a cornucopia,
exuberantly filled with flowers of the richest colors. Over the door,
as you went out, another presented itself, shrunk, reversed, and
emptied.

"From these apartments we were conducted up to a ballroom, decorated
in a light, elegant style of painting. The ground was a pale blue,
paneled with a small gold bead, and in the interior filled with
dropping festoons of flowers in their natural colors. Below the
surface the ground was of rose-pink, with drapery festooned in blue.
These decorations were heightened by eighty-five mirrors, decked with
rose-pink silk ribbons and artificial flowers; and in the intermediate
spaces were thirty-four branches with wax-lights, ornamented in a
similar manner. On the same floor were four drawing-rooms, with
sideboards of refreshments, decorated and lighted in the same style and
taste as the ballroom.

"The ball was opened by the knights and their ladies, and the dances
continued till ten o'clock, when the windows were thrown open, and
a magnificent bouquet of rockets began the fire-works. These were
planned by Captain Montressor, the chief-engineer, and consisted of
twenty different exhibitions, displayed under his directions with
the happiest success and in the highest style of beauty. Toward the
conclusion the interior part of the triumphal arch was illuminated amid
an uninterrupted flight of rockets and bursting balloons. The military
trophies on each side assumed a variety of transparent colors. The
shell and flaming heart on the wings sent forth Chinese fountains,
succeeded by fire-works. Fame appeared at the top, spangled with stars,
and from her trumpet blowing the following device in letters of light:
'_Les lauriers sont immortels_.' A _sauteur_ of rockets bursting from
the pediment concluded the _feu d' artifice_.

"At twelve supper was announced, and large folding-doors, hitherto
artfully concealed, being suddenly thrown open, discovered a
magnificent saloon of two hundred and ten feet by forty, and twenty-two
in height, with three alcoves on each side, which served for
sideboards. The ceiling was the segment of a circle, and the sides were
painted of a light straw-color, with vine-leaves and festoon-flowers,
some in a bright and some in a darkish green. Fifty-six large
pier-glasses, ornamented with green silk, artificial flowers, and
ribbons; a hundred branches with three lights in each, trimmed in the
same manner as the mirrors; eighteen lusters, each with twenty-four
lights, suspended from the ceiling, and ornamented as the branches;
three hundred wax-tapers disposed along the supper-tables; four hundred
and thirty covers; twelve hundred dishes; twenty-four black slaves,
in Oriental dresses, with silver collars and bracelets, ranged in two
lines and bending to the ground as the general and admiral approached
the saloon--all these, forming together the most brilliant assemblage
of gay objects, and appearing at once as we entered by an easy ascent,
exhibited a _coup d'oeil_ beyond description magnificent.

"Toward the end of the supper the Herald of the Blended Rose, in his
habit of ceremony, attended by his trumpeters, entered the saloon, and
proclaimed the king's health, the queen and royal family, the army
and navy, with their respective commanders, the knights and their
ladies, and the ladies in general. Each of these toasts was followed
by a flourish of music. After supper we returned to the ballroom and
continued to dance until four o'clock."

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 13: This account was printed in the "Lady's Magazine," with
which Miss Seward had a literary connection, in August, 1778.]

[Footnote 14: This is one half the size of the original.]

[Footnote 15: I copied this ticket from one of the originals in the
Franklin Library, at Philadelphia, in 1848. It is attached, with
drawings of a head-dress for the _Mischianza_, and a portrait of
Captain Cathcart, a son of Lord Cathcart, to his manuscript "Annals
of Philadelphia," deposited with this institution by the late John F.
Watson, Esq. The designs for the ticket and the other sketches were
made by André; and a _silhouette_ of Sir John Wrottesley, one of the
managers, was cut by André. They were presented to Mr. Watson by Miss
Craig, a participant in the _fête_. She was the chosen lady of the
Second Knight of the Blended Rose. André's drawings for the costumes of
the Ladies of the Blended Rose and Burning Mountain are preserved. The
form was a polonaise, or a flowing robe of white silk, with a spangled
pink sash and spangled shoes and stockings; a veil spangled and trimmed
with silver lace, and a towering head-dress of pearls and jewels. The
Ladies of the Burning Mountain had their polonaises and white sashes
bound with black. The engraving shows the style of the head-dress,
copied from André's drawing.]

[Footnote 16: A little above Vine Street.]

[Footnote 17: A little below the present navy-yard.]

[Footnote 18: Miss Auchmuty was the only English maiden present.
She was about to become the bride of Captain Montressor, the chief
engineer. Watson says there were not more than fifty unmarried American
ladies present; the rest were all married.]

[Footnote 19: Captain Cathcart, the son of Lord Cathcart, married a
daughter of Andrew Eliot, once a collector of customs at Philadelphia.
The young officer had been making love most vehemently to Miss Eliot
all winter. She was pretty, lively, and well educated. The captain
wrote her many letters, avowing his love for her, but much of his
conduct seems to have been mere coquetry. Miss Eliot was in earnest,
and received his attentions and his letters as genuine tokens of his
love. When it became evident that he meant to deceive her, her father
laid his letters before Sir Henry Clinton, of whose military family
young Cathcart was a member. Clinton advised the young man to marry
Miss Eliot. Cathcart wished to postpone it until the end of the war.
Clinton told him he had gone so far that he must marry her speedily or
leave his family. They were married in April, 1779. She was afterward
"Lady Cathcart," and appeared at court when her husband became an earl.]

[Footnote 20: A daughter of Chief-Justice Chew.]

[Footnote 21: A brother of Captain André, then nineteen years of age.
After André's death, he was knighted by the king.]

[Footnote 22: Afterward the wife of Benedict Arnold.]

[Footnote 23: The painting was done in distemper upon canvas, in the
manner of theatrical scene-painting. André was assisted in his art-work
by Captain Oliver De Lancey, of New York, an energetic leader of
loyalists. He married a daughter of David Franks. She was active in the
_Mischianza_ affair. Her sister married Colonel Johnson, of the British
army, who was in command at Stony Point, on the Hudson, when it was
captured by General Wayne in the summer of 1779.]



CHAPTER III.


The _Mischianza_ was severely criticised in Great Britain and America,
as an undeserved compliment to an incompetent officer. Howe was an
indolent procrastinator, and fond of sensual indulgence; and he had not
only effected nothing of importance for his country in America, but had
hindered more competent men. He was charged by Galloway, a Philadelphia
Tory then in London, with "a vanity and presumption unparalleled in
history, after his indolence and wretched blunders," in accepting from
a few officers "a triumph more magnificent than would have become
the conqueror of America, without the consent of his sovereign or
approbation of his country."

It is asserted that at Philadelphia Howe was openly licentious, kept
a mistress, loved his bottle inordinately, and engaged secretly in
business transactions for his own gain, similar to those with which
Benedict Arnold was charged, and caused him to be reprimanded by order
of Congress. Horace Walpole said, "He returned to England richer in
money than in laurels." Another said, "The only bays he possessed were
those that drew his carriage"; and still another, that "he has given
America to the Americans." And yet staid men, as well as romantic
enthusiasts like André, did not hesitate to award him honors which only
great heroes and most virtuous men deserve. André even wrote a fulsome
poetic address to be read to Howe during the _fête_. The general
exercised good sense by forbidding its utterance.

The extreme folly of the _Mischianza_, under the peculiar
circumstances, was deplored by sensible men in and out of the army.
When an old British major of artillery, in Philadelphia, was asked by
a young person what was the distinction between the "Knights of the
Burning Mountain" and the "Knights of the Blended Rose," the veteran
replied: "The 'Knights of the Burning Mountain' are tom-fools, and the
'Knights of the Blended Rose' are damned fools! I know of no other
distinction between them." The old soldier, though a Briton, greatly
admired Washington. Placing a hand upon each knee, he added, in a tone
of deep mortification, "What will Washington think of this?"

Just one month after this grand show at Philadelphia, a far grander and
more important spectacle was exhibited at that city. It was the sudden
flight of the whole British army from the town, across the Delaware
and over New Jersey, eagerly pressing toward New York; also the speedy
entrance of Continental troops into Philadelphia, and the return of
Congress.

Sir Henry Clinton, now in chief command of the British army, was
making preparations for a vigorous campaign, when orders came from the
ministers to evacuate Philadelphia at once, to prevent a blockade of
the army and navy on the Delaware by a French fleet under D'Estaing,
then on its way to America. Clinton obeyed. Washington, with his
recuperated army at Valley Forge, pursued and overtook the fugitives
near Monmouth Court-House. There, on a very hot Sunday in June (28th),
a sanguinary but indecisive battle was fought. That night Clinton
secretly stole away with his whole force (while the wearied Americans
slept on their arms), and escaped to New York.

Lord Howe had scarcely left the Capes of the Delaware, when D'Estaing
appeared. Howe sailed for New York, and anchored his fleet in Raritan
Bay. D'Estaing's larger vessels could not enter the shallow waters of
the bay, and sailed away for Rhode Island, to assist American troops
in expelling the British from that domain. A storm dispersed the two
fleets. The attempt at expulsion was a failure. Clinton sailed with
four thousand troops to strengthen British power on Rhode Island.
Thence he sent General Grey on a marauding expedition to New Bedford
and its vicinity. André accompanied him, and afterward wrote an amusing
poem, to the tune of "Yankee Doodle," entitled "Yankee Doodle's
Expedition to Rhode Island."[24] He also wrote a poem, in eighteen
stanzas, giving an amusing account of a duel between Christopher
Gadsden, of South Carolina, and General Robert Howe, of the Continental
army. This poem may be found in Sargent's "Life and Career of Major
André." Other poems, evidently from André's pen, ridiculing the
"rebels," frequently appeared in Rivington's "Royal Gazette," until the
tragedy that ended his life in the fall of 1780.

Late in 1778 General Grey returned to England, when André took the
position of aide to General Clinton, with the rank of provincial major.
He evinced such eminent clerical and executive ability that early in
1779 he was made deputy adjutant-general of the British forces in
America.

The city of New York continued to be the headquarters of the British
army until the close of the war. Clinton made his quarters at No. 1
Broadway, a spacious house, with a garden extending to the Hudson
River. He also occupied the fine Beekman mansion at Turtle Bay as a
summer residence.

The British officers made the city a theatre of great gayety. They were
continually engaged in every kind of amusement, to while away their
time when not on active duty. In these amusements Major André was ever
conspicuous, especially in dramatic performances; and there he freely
indulged his love for good-natured satirical writing. He wrote much for
Rivington's "Gazette" in prose and verse--political squibs, satires,
and lampoons--the "rebels" and their doings being his chief theme.

It was at No. 1 Broadway that André wrote his best-known poem, "The
Cow-Chase," in imitation of "Chevy Chase." There he also wrote his most
elaborate prose composition, "A Dream." This he read aloud at a social
gathering, and it was published in Rivington's paper. In his position
on Clinton's staff he was able to exercise his ever-kindly disposition
toward the unfortunate, and never left unimproved an opportunity to do
so.

Major André was with Sir Henry Clinton on an expedition up the Hudson
in May, 1779, when the British captured the American post of Stony
Point, and Fort Lafayette, on Verplanck's Point, opposite. When the
batteries of Fort Lafayette were silenced, André was sent to receive
the surrender of the garrison and the works. A few weeks later he
wrote a friendly letter to Margaret Shippen (then the wife of General
Benedict Arnold), in whose family the major had been a great favorite
while in Philadelphia. The letter was dated "Headquarters, New York,
the 16th of August, 1779." He offered to do some "shopping" in New York
for Mrs. Arnold, saying:

 "It would make me very happy to become useful to you here. You know
 the _Mischianza_ made me a complete milliner. Should you not have
 received supplies for your fullest equipment for that department, I
 shall be glad to enter into the whole detail of cap-wire, needles,
 gauze, etc., and to the best of my ability render you in these trifles
 services from which I hope you would infer a zeal to be further
 employed. I beg you would present my best respects to your sisters, to
 the Miss Chews, and to Mrs. Shippen and Mrs. Chew.

 "I have the honor to be, with the greatest regard, madam, your most
 obedient and most humble servant,

  "John André."

General Arnold had been made military governor of Philadelphia after
the American troops and Congress repossessed it. He lived most
extravagantly. He kept a coach-and-four, with a coachman in livery;
gave sumptuous dinner parties, and charmed the gayer portion of
Philadelphia society by his princely display. He was keenly watched by
men who knew his character well, or envied his success as a soldier,
and he was hated by persons in exalted positions for his many bad
qualities. Among the latter was General Joseph Reed, then President
of the Executive Council of Pennsylvania. Early in 1779 that Council
submitted to Congress charges against Arnold of being guilty of
malfeasance in office. Congress referred the charges to a committee of
inquiry, whose report exculpated the general from all criminality in
the matter charged against him.

Arnold promptly asked Congress to investigate the charges. He regarded
this report of the committee as a vindication of his character; but
he immediately urged Congress to act speedily upon the report.
Instead of doing so, the report was referred to a joint committee
of Congress and the Executive Council of Pennsylvania. They passed
a resolution to refer some of the charges to a court-martial, to be
appointed by Washington. When the charges were so referred, Arnold was
indignant, but was compelled to submit. He urged prompt action, but a
court-martial to try him was not convened until December following.
They gave their decision on the 26th of January, 1780. The accused was
acquitted of several of the charges, and of "all intentional wrong"
in the whole matter of the other charges; but it was decided that,
for "imprudent and improper conduct," he should be reprimanded by
the commander-in-chief. This was done in the most delicate manner by
Washington; but, as it implied a stigma upon his character, Arnold
was exceedingly indignant. This act doubtless stimulated him in his
treasonable undertaking, in which he appears to have been already
engaged for fully nine months. Dr. Sparks says: "He [Arnold] had
already made secret advances to the enemy under a feigned name,
intending to square his conduct according to circumstances; and
prepared, if the court decided against him, to seek revenge at any
hazard."

There appears to be clear evidence that overtures were first made by
the other side, probably by Beverly Robinson,[25] to whom is attributed
a letter given by Marbois, who was attached to the French legation at
Philadelphia.[26] Be that as it may, it is known that correspondence
between General Arnold and Sir Henry Clinton began so early as the
spring of 1779. Arnold wrote in a disguised hand, and under the
assumed name of "Gustavus." The tenor of the correspondence was of a
commercial character, so as to mislead others.

After the exchange of two or three letters, and with the impression
that "Gustavus" was an officer of high rank in the American army,
Clinton committed the task of carrying on the correspondence to Major
André, who wrote over the signature of "John Anderson," in a slightly
disguised hand. Not doubting that "Gustavus" was General Arnold, André
probably wrote the letter to Mrs. Arnold in August for the purpose of
making clear to her husband the name and character of "John Anderson"
by means of his handwriting:

[Illustration:

  I am in behalf of Mi'm ---- and Co.

  Sin your Obed. Hble Servant

  Mr. John Anderson

  Merchant      Gustavus

Fac-simile of Arnold's Disguised Handwriting.]

[Illustration:

 Let me entreat you Sir to favour a matter interesting to the parties
 concerned.

  John Anderson

Fac-simile of André's Disguised Handwriting.]

Major André was with Sir Henry Clinton at the siege and capture of
Charleston in the spring of 1780, and there is clear evidence that he
played the part of a spy in that tragedy. It is asserted that Edward
Shrewsberry, a respectable citizen of Charleston, but a suspected Tory,
was ill at his house on East Bay during the siege. His Whig brother,
who belonged to the American army, frequently visited him. He saw at
his Tory brother's house, on several occasions, a young man clad in
homespun, who was introduced to him as a Virginian, also belonging
to the patriot army. After the capitulation, and the British were
in possession of the city, the Continental soldier saw at the house
of his sick brother the same young man, but in different apparel,
who was introduced to him as Major André, of the British army. His
brother afterward confessed that the major and the homespun-clad young
"Virginian" were one and the same man. To another visitor this young
man in homespun was introduced by Shrewsberry as "a back-country
man who had brought down cattle for the garrison." He was afterward
informed that the cattle-driver was Major André.

If these assertions be true--and there is no reason for doubting their
truth--Major André did not hesitate, when an occasion offered, to play
the part of a spy for the benefit of his king and country. Six months
afterward, when circumstances had placed him in that position, and he
was a prisoner, he expressed, in a letter to Washington, a desire to
rescue himself from "an imputation of having assumed a mean character
for treacherous purposes or self-interest."

In the early autumn of 1780 Major André was made adjutant-general
of the British forces in America. He was then busy in consummating
the intrigue and conspiracy with Arnold. The time had arrived when
it had become necessary to bring matters to a head--to settle upon a
definite plan and time for action, terms, etc. Arnold had, at his own
earnest solicitation, been appointed to the command at West Point and
its dependencies in August, and had resolved to surrender that strong
post into the hands of the enemies of his country. It was an object of
covetous desire on the part of the British, for the possession of it
would open a free communication between New York and Canada, which they
had been endeavoring to secure ever since the invasion of Burgoyne in
1777. The subject of the surrender of West Point was the burden of the
correspondence between Arnold and André early in September.

At midsummer, 1780, an occasion drew from Major André's pen his most
notable satirical poem, in imitation, in structure and metre, of the
famous old British ballad, "Chevy Chase." It appears to have been
written for the twofold purpose of gratifying his own quick perception
of the ludicrous and to retaliate in kind the satirical attacks of
Whig writers upon him and his friends. The occasion was an expedition
in July against a block-house on the west bank of the Hudson, three
or four miles below Fort Lee, at the base of the Palisades, which was
occupied by a British picket of seventy men--loyal refugees--for the
protection of some wood-cutters and the neighboring Tories.

On Bergen Neck, not far from the block-house, were a large number of
cattle and horses within reach of the British foragers who might go
out from the fort at Paulus' Hook (now Jersey City). Washington sent
General Wayne with horse and foot--less than two thousand men--to
storm the block-house and to drive the cattle within the American
lines. Wayne sent the cavalry under Major Henry Lee ("Legion Harry,"
father of the late General Robert E. Lee, of the Confederate army),
to perform the latter duty, while he, with three regiments, marched
against the block-house with four pieces of light artillery. A brief
but sharp skirmish ensued. The assailants were compelled to retire,
and Wayne returned to camp with a large number of cattle driven by the
dragoons. The failure to capture the block-house was attributed to the
ineffectualness of the small cannons.

The "Cow-Chase" was published in Rivington's "Gazette," the last canto
on the day of the author's arrest as a spy at Tarrytown. He made
copies of the poem for his friends. Of one of these, belonging to the
late Rev. Dr. Sprague, of Albany, I was permitted, in 1849, to make
the following copy of the poem given in the next chapter; also the
fac-simile given of the last stanza of the poem in the handwriting of
Major André.

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 24: This poem, with explanatory notes, may be found in Frank
Moore's "Ballads of the Revolution."]

[Footnote 25: Beverly Robinson was a gentleman of fortune, a son-in-law
of Frederick Phillipse, proprietor of Phillipse Manor on the Hudson,
and a very active Tory.]

[Footnote 26: See a copy of this letter in the "Life and Career of John
André," by Winthrop Sargent, p. 447.]



CHAPTER IV.


COW-CHASE.

BY MAJOR JOHN ANDRÉ.

  Elizabethtown, _August 1, 1780_.


CANTO I.

    To drive the kine, one summer's morn,
      The tanner[27] took his way:
    The calf shall rue that is unborn
      The jumbling of that day.

    And Wayne descending steers shall know,
      And tauntingly deride,
    And call to mind, in ev'ry low,
      The tanning of his hide.

    Let Bergen cows still ruminate
      Unconscious in the stall,
    What mighty means were used to get,
      And lose them after all.

    For many heroes bold and brave
      From New Bridge and Tapaan,
    And those that drink Passaic's wave,
      And those that eat soupaan;[28]

    And sons of distant Delaware,
      And still remoter Shannon,
    And Major Lee with horses rare,
      And Proctor with his cannon--

    All wondrous proud in arms they came!
      What hero could refuse
    To tread the rugged path to fame,
      Who had a pair of shoes?[29]

    At six the host, with sweating buff,
      Arrived at Freedom's Pole,[30]
    When Wayne, who thought he'd time enough,
      Thus speechified the whole:

    "O ye whom glory doth unite,
      Who Freedom's cause espouse,
    Whether the wing that's doomed to fight,
      Or that to drive the cows;

    "Ere yet you tempt your further way,
      Or into action come,
    Hear, soldiers, what I have to say,
      And take a pint of rum.[31]

    "Intemperate valor then will string
    Each nervous arm the better,
    So all the land shall IO! sing,
      And read the gen'ral's letter.[32]

    "Know that some paltry refugees,
      Whom I've a mind to fight,
    Are playing h--l among the trees
      That grow on yonder height!

    "Their fort and block-house we'll level,
      And deal a horrid slaughter;
    We'll drive the scoundrels to the devil,
      And ravish wife and daughter.

    "I under cover of th' attack,
      Whilst you are all at blows,
    From English Neighb'rhood and Tinack
      Will drive away the cows.

    "For well you know the latter is
      The serious operation,
    And fighting with the refugees[33]
      Is only--demonstration."

    His daring words from all the crowd
      Such great applause did gain,
    That every man declared aloud
      For serious work with--Wayne.

    Then from the cask of rum once more
      They took a heavy gill,
    When one and all they loudly swore
      They'd fight upon the hill.

    But here--the Muse has not a strain
      Befitting such great deeds:
    "Hurra," they cried, "hurra for Wayne!"
      And, shouting--did their needs.

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 27: André seems to have been impressed with the idea that the
occupation of General Wayne, the leader of the expedition, was that of
a tanner in his early life.

A few foot-notes were made to the poem when it was published in
England. These are here placed in italics. The remainder are by the
author of this volume.]

[Footnote 28: _A hasty-pudding made of the meal of Indian corn._]

[Footnote 29: This is in allusion to the fact that many of the American
soldiers, at that time, were without shoes or stockings.]

[Footnote 30: _Freedom's, i.e., liberty-pole--a long stick stuck in the
ground._]

[Footnote 31: Rum was the usual kind of spirituous liquor that formed a
portion of the rations of the soldiers.]

[Footnote 32: In his letter to Congress (July 26, 1780) concerning this
expedition, Washington spoke of the American cannons being "too light
to penetrate the logs of which it [the block-house] was constructed."
He also attributed the great loss of the Americans in that attack to
the "intemperate valor" of the men. André exercised a poetical license
in putting these words into the mouth of Wayne before the occurrence.]

[Footnote 33: Loyalists expelled from the American lines.]


CANTO II.

    Near his meridian pomp the sun
      Had journeyed from th' horizon,
    When fierce the dusky tribe moved on,
      Of heroes drunk as poison.

    The sounds confused, of boasting oaths,
      Re-echoed through the wood:
    Some vowed to sleep in dead men's clothes,
      And some to swim in blood.

    At Irvine's nod, 'twas fine to see
      The left prepared to fight,
    The while the drovers, Wayne and Lee
      Drew off upon the right.

    Which Irvine 'twas Fame don't relate,
      Nor can the Muse assist her--
    Whether 'twas he that cocks a hat,
      Or he that gives a glister.

    For greatly one was signalized,
      That fought at Chestnut Hill,
    And Canada immortalized
      The vender of the pill.[34]

    Yet the attendance upon Proctor
      They both might have to boast of;
    For there was business for the doctor,
      And hats to be disposed of.

    Let none uncandidly infer
      That Stirling wanted spunk,
    The self-made Peer[35] had sure been there,
      But that the Peer was drunk.

    But turn we to the Hudson's banks,
      Where stood the modest train,
    With purpose firm, though slender ranks,
      Nor cared a pin for Wayne.

    For then the unrelenting hand
      Of rebel fury drove,
    And tore from ev'ry genial hand
      Of friendship and of love.

    And some within a dungeon's gloom,
      By mock tribunals laid,
    Had waited long a cruel doom,
      Impending o'er their head.

    Here one bewails a brother's fate,
      There one a sire demands,
    Cut off, alas! before their date,
      By ignominious hands.

    And silvered grandsires here appeared
      In deep distress serene,
    Of reverend manners that declared
      The better days they'd seen.

    Oh! cursed rebellion, these are thine,
      Thine are these tales of woe;
    Shall at thy dire, insatiate shrine
      Blood never cease to flow?

    And now the foe began to lead
      His forces to the attack;
    Balls whistling unto balls succeed,
      And make the block-house crack.

    No shot could pass, if you will take
      The gen'ral's word for true;[36]
    But 'tis a d----le mistake,
      For ev'ry shot went through.

    The firmer as the rebels pressed,
      The loyal heroes stand;
    Virtue had nerved each honest breast,
      And industry each hand.

    In valor's frenzy, Hamilton[37]
      Rode like a soldier big,
    And Secretary Harrison[38]
      With pen stuck in his wig.

    But, lest chieftain Washington
      Should mourn them in the mumps,[39]
    The fate of Withington to shun,
      They fought _behind_ the stumps.[40]

    But ah! Thaddeus Posset, why
      Should thy poor soul elope?
    And why should Titus Hooper die--
      Ah! die without a rope?

    Apostate Murphy, thou to whom
      Fair Shela ne'er was cruel;
    _In death shalt hear her_ mourn thy doom,
      "Och! would ye die, my jewel?"

    Thee, Nathan Pumpkin, I lament,
      Of melancholy fate;
    The gray goose, stolen as he went,
      In his heart's blood was wet.

    Now, as the fight was further fought,
      And balls began to thicken,
    The fray assumed, the gen'rals thought,
      The color of a licking.

    Yet undismayed, the chiefs command,
      And, to redeem the day,
    Cry, "Soldiers, charge!" They hear, they stand--
      They turn and run away!


CANTO III.

    Not all delights the bloody spear,
      Or horrid din of battle;
    There are, I'm sure, who'd like to hear
      A word about the rattle.

    The chief whom we beheld of late
      Near Schralenberg haranguing,
    At Yan Van Poop's[41] unconscious sat
      Of Irvine's hearty banging;

    While valiant Lee, with courage wild,
      Most bravely did oppose
    The tears of women and of child,
      Who begged he'd leave the cows.

    But Wayne, of sympathizing heart,
      Required a relief
    Not all the blessings could impart
      Of battle or of beef.

    For now a prey to female charms,
      His soul took more delight in
    A lovely Hamadryad's[42] arms,
      Than cow-driving or fighting.

    A nymph, the refugees had drove
      Far from her native tree,
    Just happened to be on the move,
      When up came Wayne and Lee.

    She in mad Anthony's fierce eye
      The hero saw portrayed,
    And, all in tears, she took him by
      The bridle of his jade.[43]

    "Hear," said the nymph, "O great commander,
      No human lamentations;
    The trees you see them cutting yonder
      Are all my near relations.

    "And I, forlorn, implore thine aid
      To free the sacred grove;
    So shall thy prowess be repaid
      With an immortal's love."

    Now some, to prove she was a goddess,
      Said this enchanting fair
    Had late retired from the _Bodies_[44]
      In all the pomp of war;

    That drums and merry fifes had played
      To honor her retreat,
    And Cunningham[45] himself conveyed
      The lady through the street.

    Great Wayne, by soft compassion swayed,
      To no inquiry stoops,
    But takes the fair, afflicted maid
      _Right_ into Yan Van Poop's.

    So Roman Anthony, they say,
      Disgraced the imperial banner,
    And for a gypsy lost a day,
      Like Anthony the tanner.

    The Hamadryad had but half
      Received redress from Wayne,
    When drums and colors, cow and calf,
      Came down the road amain.

    All in a cloud of dust were seen
      The sheep, the horse, the goat,
    The gentle heifer, ass obscene,
      The yearling, and the shoat.

    And pack-horses with fowls came by,
      Befeathered on each side,
    Like Pegasus, the horse that I
      And other poets ride.

    Sublime upon the stirrups rose
      The mighty Lee behind,
    And drove the terror-smitten cows
      Like chaff before the wind!

    But sudden see the woods above
      Pour down another corps,
    All helter-skelter in a drove,
      Like that I sung before.

    Irvine and terror in the van
      Came flying all abroad,
    And cannon, colors, horse, and man,
      Ran tumbling to the road.

    Still as he fled, 'twas Irvine's cry,
      And his example too:
    "Run on, my merry men, all--for why?"
      The shot will not go through.

    Five refugees, 'tis true, were found
      Stiff on the block-house floor;
    But then, 'tis thought, the shot went round,
      And in at the back door!

    As when two kennels in the street,
      Swelled with a recent rain,
    In gushing streams together meet,
      And seek the neighboring drain--

    So meet these dung-born tribes in one,
      As swift in their career,
    And so to New Bridge they ran on,
      But all the cows got clear.

    Poor Parson Caldwell, all in wonder,
      Saw the returning train,
    And mourned to Wayne the lack of plunder,
      For them to steal again.[46]

    For 'twas his right to seize the spoil, and
      To share with each commander,
    As he had done at Staten Island
      With frost-bit Alexander.[47]

    In his dismay, the frantic priest
      Began to grow prophetic,
    You had swore, to see his lab'ring breast,
      He'd taken an emetic!

    "I view a future day," said he,
      "Brighter than this day dark is,
    And you shall see what you shall see,
      Ha! ha! one pretty marquis;[48]

    "And he shall come to Paulus Hook,[49]
      And great achievements think on,
    And make a bow and take a look,
      Like Satan over Lincoln.

    "And all the land around shall glory
      To see the Frenchmen caper,
    And pretty Susan[50] tell the story
      In the next Chatham paper."

    This solemn prophecy, of course,
      Gave all much consolation;
    Except to Wayne, who lost his horse
      Upon the great occasion--

    His horse that carried all his prog,
      His military speeches,
    His corn-stalk whisky for his grog--
      Blue stockings and brown breeches.

    And now I've closed my epic strain,
      I tremble as I show it,
    Lest this same warrio-drover, Wayne,
      Should ever catch the poet.[51]

[Illustration:

  And now I've clos'd my Epic strain,
  I tremble as I shew it,
  Lest this same warrio-drover Wayne
  Should ever catch the Poet.

  Finis

Fac-simile of the last Stanza of the Cow-Chase.]



CHAPTER V.


We have seen that Arnold, at his own earnest solicitation, had been
appointed to the command of West Point in August, 1780. It was then
known to Sir Henry Clinton that "Gustavus" was no other than General
Arnold. Everything was ripe for the consummation of the plot; both
parties were anxious for the end.

It was a gloomy hour in the history of the great struggle, aside from
the contemplated act of foul treason. Charleston had fallen in May, and
an American army there had been made prisoners. Gates had been defeated
near Camden in August, and another American army dispersed. The South
was in possession of the enemy; New Jersey was in nearly the same
condition, and on Manhattan Island lay a strong army of veteran British
soldiers. This was the moment sagaciously chosen by Arnold to strike a
fatal blow at the liberties of his country.

At the close of August Arnold wrote to André, in the usual disguise
of commercial phrases, demanding a personal interview at an American
outpost in Westchester County, the latter to come in the disguise of
"John Anderson," a bearer of intelligence from New York. But André was
not disposed to enter the American lines in disguise. A meeting of
André and Beverly Robinson with General Arnold, at Dobb's Ferry, on the
neutral ground, on September 11th, was arranged; but the interview was
prevented by providential interposition--an interposition in favor of
the American cause so conspicuously manifested in every stage of this
conspiracy.

Washington had made arrangements for a conference, at Hartford, on
the 20th of September, with the Count de Rochambeau, the commander
of the French forces, then at Newport, Rhode Island, who had come to
assist the Americans in their struggle. It was arranged between Arnold
and André that the surrender of West Point should take place during
Washington's absence. A personal interview for the purpose of settling
everything concerning the great transaction was absolutely necessary,
and a meeting of the complotters was appointed to take place on the
night of the 21st of September, on the west side of the Hudson, in a
lonely spot not far from the hamlet of Haverstraw.

Beverly Robinson and a few others were sharers in the great secret; and
there were vague rumors in the air that Major André was engaged in an
enterprise which, if successful, would end the war, and redound to his
honor and secure him great renown--a baronetcy and a brigadiership,
perhaps. It is said that Sir Henry Clinton promised these rewards to
his adjutant-general. In confirmation of the truth of this assertion,
an incident that occurred on the day when André left New York to meet
Arnold may here be cited.

On the 20th of September (1780) Colonel Williams, whose headquarters
were in the Kip mansion, at Kip's Bay, foot of (present) Thirty-fourth
Street, East River, gave a dinner-party to General Sir Henry Clinton
and his staff. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and there were exuberant
Tories around the banquet-table on that occasion. The spirits of Sir
Henry were specially buoyant, for he was anticipating a great victory
in the near future. His accomplished adjutant-general, Major André, was
with him.

When the band had ceased playing the favorite dinner air, "The Roast
Beef of Old England," many toasts were drunk. At length Colonel
Williams arose and said: "Sir Henry, our adjutant-general appears very
dull this afternoon. We all know what a brave soldier, what a genial
companion, what a charming song-bird he is; and yet music is, perhaps,
the least among his accomplishments. I call upon the adjutant-general
for a song." Colonel Williams then said, "Gentlemen, I offer the toast,
'Major John André, our worthy adjutant-general, the brave soldier and
accomplished gentleman.'"

The toast was greeted with great applause. Then André arose and said:
"Yes, Colonel Williams, I do feel rather serious this afternoon, and
I can give no particular reason for it. I will sing, however, as you
request me to." Then he sang, with great sweetness and much pathos, the
old familiar camp-song, beginning--

  "Why, soldiers, why,
  Should we be melancholy, boys?
  Why, soldiers, why,
  Whose business 'tis to die!
  For should next campaign
  Send us to Him who made us, boys,
  We're free from pain;
  But should we remain,
  A bottle and kind landlady
  Makes all well again."

With a trembling and husky voice the usually gay young soldier thanked
the company for the honor they had done him, when Sir Henry said: "A
word in addition, gentlemen, if you please. The major leaves the city
on duty to-night, which will most likely terminate in making plain John
André _Sir_ John André--for success must crown his efforts."

Major André left the hilarious company with a countenance saddened by
an indefinable presentiment of impending disaster, and departed on that
fatal mission involved in his complot with General Arnold.

André went up the Hudson that evening in the sloop-of-war _Vulture_,
twenty-four, to have the arranged personal interview with Arnold. He
was accompanied by Beverly Robinson. The vessel was anchored between
Teller's (now Croton) Point and Verplanck's Point, and lay there all
the next day. Arnold had agreed to send a boat to the _Vulture_ to
convey André to the shore at the appointed time. For that service he
had employed Joshua H. Smith, an intimate acquaintance and a gentleman
farmer, at whose house Mrs. Arnold had been entertained a few days
before, while on her way to join her husband at his headquarters.
Smith's house is yet standing, upon an eminence known as Treason Hill,
between Stony Point and Haverstraw. It overlooks a picturesque region,
with Haverstraw Bay in the foreground.

[Illustration: The Smith House.]

The place appointed for the meeting of the conspirators was at a lonely
spot in a thicket at the foot of Torn Mountain, near the west shore
of the Hudson, about two miles below Haverstraw. It was outside the
American lines. Smith appeared in a small boat, with two stout oarsmen,
at the side of the _Vulture_ at midnight. André was ready to accompany
him. He covered his scarlet uniform with a long blue surtout. Clinton
had instructed him to have nothing to do with papers of any kind, and
he went ashore empty-handed.

It was a little past midnight when André was landed on the beach at
the mouth of a little creek. He was conducted by Smith to Arnold's
place of concealment, and there in the dimmed starlight these notable
conspirators, who had long communed through mysterious epistles, met
face to face for the first time. At Arnold's request, Smith went back
to his boat to await the return of André, who was to be conveyed again
to the _Vulture_ before daybreak.

The interview was long protracted. It was not ended when the eastern
horizon began to kindle with the dawn. Both men were anxious to
complete the business at that time. Arnold had two horses with him,
one of them ridden by his servant. He now proposed that André should
mount his servant's horse and ride with him to Smith's house and there
complete the arrangement. The major reluctantly consented to do so,
with the understanding that he was to be conveyed to the _Vulture_ as
soon as possible.

As the two horsemen approached the little hamlet of Haverstraw they
were challenged by a sentinel. André was alarmed. He was, unwittingly,
within the American lines; but he had gone too far, however, to recede,
and they rode on together to Smith's house. By ten o'clock they
had finished their business, when Arnold, after handing André some
papers containing all needed information concerning the post to be
surrendered, departed in his barge for West Point.

It had been arranged that Sir Henry Clinton should ascend the Hudson
with a strong force on the 25th, and attack the important post; and
Arnold, after making a show of resistance, should surrender it, with
all the men and munitions of war, on the plea of the weakness of the
garrison. A part of the plan was the seizure of Washington, who was to
return on the 27th. For this service the traitor was to receive from
the king the commission of brigadier-general in the royal army, and
fifty thousand dollars in gold. The surrender was not effected, but
Arnold received the commission, and nearly forty thousand dollars in
gold.

When the conspirators arrived at Smith's house at sunrise, André was
alarmed at the disappearance of the _Vulture_. She had been cannonaded
from Verplanck's Point, and compelled to drop down the river.

Just after the departure of Arnold, the _Vulture_ reappeared at her
anchorage of the night before. André urged Smith to take him to the
sloop immediately, but he declined, giving various reasons for his
conduct. He was really afraid to perform the service, and the British
adjutant-general was kept in a state of great anxiety on Treason Hill
until evening. Arnold had intimated that the major might be compelled
to cross the river and return to New York by land. To provide for any
contingency, he furnished passports, one to secure to André a safeguard
through the American posts to the neutral ground, and another to secure
such safety in passing down the river in a boat to Dobb's Ferry.

Smith decided that André must return by land. He tried to procure an
American uniform for the major's disguise, but could not, and his guest
was compelled to accept an old purple or crimson coat, trimmed with
threadbare gold lace, and a tarnished beaver hat belonging to Smith.
The rest of his suit was his military undress, nankeen small-clothes,
and white-topped boots. His long surtout with a cape covered all.

In violation of Clinton's positive orders, André took away the papers
which Arnold had given him. These he concealed in his stockings beneath
his feet. So equipped, and bearing Arnold's passports, André mounted a
black horse which the American general had provided for his use, and
at twilight, accompanied by Smith and his negro servant, he crossed
the river at the King's Ferry, went safely through the American works
at Verplanck's Point, and reluctantly spent the night at a farm-house
below the Croton River, within the American lines. The travelers slept
together. It was a weary and restless night for André. They arose early
and rode on some distance together. After breakfast they parted company
at Pine's bridge, André pushing on within the neutral ground. He was
induced to leave the road leading to the White Plains, which he had
been directed to take, and, turning westward at Chappaqua, he followed
another road nearer the river, which led him to Tarrytown. This was a
fatal mistake.

The neutral ground, extending from King's Bridge nearly to the
Croton River, was swarming with Tories. It was the region of great
manors, whose owners were loyalists, and their retainers were their
political followers. It was a most uncomfortable dwelling-place for
the comparatively few Whig inhabitants. It was infested with gangs of
marauders, who were called "cow-boys." They were constantly stealing
the cattle of the Whigs and driving them off to the British army in
New York. The patriotic inhabitants, especially the young men, armed
themselves in defense of their property.

On the morning of Friday, the 23d of September (1780), seven young men,
farmers and neighbors--John Paulding, Isaac Van Wart, David Williams,
John Yerks and three others--were out on a scout together. They seem
to have been a sort of guerrillas, acting independently in intercepting
marauders and arresting suspicious-looking travelers. Paulding had been
a prisoner in New York a short time before, and had escaped in the
disguise of a Hessian coat which a friend had procured for him. This
coat he now wore.

Three of the four young men above named were playing cards in a thicket
near the highway, half a mile from Tarrytown, at about nine o'clock in
the morning, when a well-dressed horseman approached on a black steed.
He was a stranger, and the young men concluded to stop him and inquire
about his errand. Paulding, who was the leader of the little band,
stepped out of the bushes with his musket, and ordered the traveler to
halt and give an account of himself. Seeing Paulding with a British
military coat on, and knowing that he was far below the American lines
and nearer those of the British, the horseman said to the three young
scouts:

"My lads, I hope you belong to our party."

"What party?" asked Paulding.

"The lower party--the British."

"We do," said Paulding.

Completely thrown off his guard, the traveler exclaimed with much
animation: "Thank God, I am once more among friends! I am a British
officer, out in the country on particular business, and hope you will
not detain me a minute."

"We are Americans," said Paulding, seizing the bridle of the horse,
"and you are our prisoner."

The traveler was shocked, but, assuming composure, he said, "I must do
anything to get along," and with apparent unconcern he pulled from his
pocket Arnold's passport, which read:

  "Headquarters, Robinson's House, _September 22, 1780_.

 Permit Mr. John Anderson to pass the guards to the White Plains, or
 below if he chooses, he being on public business by my direction.

  "B. Arnold, _Major-General_."

[Illustration:

  Head Quarters Robinsons
  House Sep.^t 22^d--1780

Permit M.r John Anderson to pass the Guards to the White Plains, or
below if He Chooses, He being on Public Business by my Direction

  B. Arnold MGenl

Arnold's Passport]

The suspicions of the young men were now thoroughly aroused. Making the
traveler dismount, they searched every part of his clothing, but found
nothing of importance.

"Try his boots," said Van Wart.

They compelled him to sit upon a log by the road-side, and, pulling
off his boots, they discovered, by the bagging of his stocking-feet,
several papers. These Paulding, the only one of the young men who could
read, glanced over and exclaimed:

"My God! he is a spy!"

Major John André, adjutant-general of the British army, was their
prisoner, but they did not know it. They believed that he was a British
officer, as he himself at first announced. They questioned him closely
about the papers in his boots, but he became very reticent. He offered
them large bribes to induce them to let him pass. He offered them
his gold watch. They refused. "I will give you a hundred guineas and
any amount of dry goods," he said. They refused. "I will give you a
thousand guineas," he said, "and you can hold me as a hostage till one
of your number return with the money."

"We would not let you go for ten thousand guineas!" said Paulding, in a
loud voice. That decision settled the fate of André.

The prisoner then requested his captors to take him to the nearest
American post, and ask him no more questions. They complied. He was
seated on his horse, which one of them alternately led, while the
others marched alongside as guards.

Such was the story of André's capture, as related by the three young
men. Major André declared that the sole object of the captors in
arresting him was evidently plunder; that they searched every part
of him, even his saddle and his boots, for gold; and that, if he had
possessed sufficient in specie (he had only some Continental bills), he
might have easily persuaded them to let him go. But the preponderance
of contemporary testimony is in favor of the captors' story. Washington
wrote to Congress:

"Their conduct merits our warmest esteem, and I beg leave to add that I
think the public would do well to grant them a handsome gratuity. They
have prevented, in all probability, our suffering one of the severest
strokes that could have been meditated against us."

[Illustration: John Paulding

(From a Miniature in possession of the late James K. Paulding.)]

Congress complimented the captors on their fidelity and patriotism by a
resolution of thanks, ordered that an annuity of two hundred dollars in
specie should be paid to each out of the public treasury, and directed
the Board of War to have a silver medal of appropriate design struck
and given to each. These medals Washington presented to the captors
in person. Tradition tells us that André would undoubtedly have
been released but for the strong will and patriotic impulses of John
Paulding, then only twenty-two years of age.

André was delivered to Lieutenant-Colonel Jameson, then in command
of Sheldon's dragoons and a few Connecticut militia at North Salem.
That honest officer believed the captive to be what Arnold's passport
proclaimed him, simply "John Anderson," on public business by direction
of his general, and treated him very kindly as such. The prisoner
requested Jameson to inform Arnold that John Anderson was a captive,
in his custody. The honest, unsuspicious Jameson complied. He wrote to
Arnold to this effect, explaining how Anderson came to be a prisoner,
and concluded that the simplest way in the matter would be to send the
captive to Arnold with the letter! He detailed Lieutenant Allen and
four of the militia to take both to headquarters, and at the same time
sent the papers found in André's boot by express to Washington, who was
then on his way from Hartford.

André was delighted by the turn affairs had taken, for now there
appeared a way of escape for both Arnold and himself. The escort with
the prisoner were some distance on their way, when Major Benjamin
Tallmadge, a vigilant and active officer of the dragoons, returned
to Jameson's quarters after a brief absence. Learning all about the
capture and the nature of the papers found on the prisoner, he at once
pronounced him a spy and Arnold a traitor. He persuaded Jameson to
order the return of the prisoner, agreeing to bear all blame himself
for the act. The captive was brought back, but, unfortunately, Allen
proceeded alone with Jameson's letter to Arnold.

André was committed to the care of Lieutenant King, of the dragoons,
who was convinced, by the prisoner's manner and other tokens, that he
was no ordinary man. Finally, the captive requested King to walk with
him in a large yard attached to the house in which they were, when the
prisoner said, "I must make a confidant of somebody, and I know not a
more proper person than yourself, you have treated me so kindly." He
then made a full confession of his rank, and gave a brief narrative of
his career in America since his capture at St. Johns. Procuring writing
materials, he wrote the following letter to Washington:

  "Salem, _the 24th September, 1780_.

 "Sir: What I have as yet said concerning myself was in the justifiable
 attempt to be extricated. I am too little accustomed to duplicity to
 have succeeded.

 "I beg your Excellency will be persuaded that no alteration in the
 temper of my mind, or apprehension for my safety, induces me to take
 the step of addressing you, but that it is to rescue myself from an
 imputation of having assumed a mean character for treacherous purposes
 or self-interest, a conduct incompatible with the principles which
 actuate me, as well as my condition in life. It is to vindicate my
 fame that I speak, and not to solicit security. The person in your
 possession is Major John André, adjutant-general in the British army.

 "The influence of one commander with another in the army of his
 adversary is an advantage taken in war. A correspondence for this
 purpose I held, as confidential, in the present instance, with his
 Excellency Sir Henry Clinton.

 "To favor it, I agreed to meet upon ground not within the posts of
 either army a person who was to give me intelligence. I came up in the
 _Vulture_ man-of-war for this effect, and was fetched by a boat from
 the shore to the beach; being there, I was told that the approach of
 day would prevent my return, and that I must be concealed until the
 next night. I was in my regimentals, and had fairly risked my person.

 "Against my stipulation and without my knowledge beforehand, I was
 conducted within one of your posts. Your Excellency will conceive my
 sensation on this occasion, and will imagine how much more I must have
 been affected, by a refusal to reconduct me back the next night as I
 had been brought. Thus become a prisoner, I had to concert my escape.
 I quitted my uniform, and was passed another way in the night, without
 the American posts to neutral ground, and informed I was beyond
 all armed parties, and left to press for New York. I was taken at
 Tarrytown by some volunteers. Thus, as I have had the honor to relate,
 was I betrayed (being adjutant-general of the British army) into the
 vile condition of an enemy in disguise within your posts.

 "Having avowed myself a British officer, I have nothing to reveal but
 what relates to myself, which is true, on the honor of an officer
 and a gentleman. The request I have to make to your Excellency, and
 I am conscious I address myself well, that in any rigor feeling
 may dictate, a decency of conduct toward me may mark, that, though
 unfortunate, I am branded with nothing dishonorable, as no motive
 could be mine but the service of my King, and as I was an involuntary
 impostor.

 "Another request is, that I may be permitted to write an open letter
 to Sir Henry Clinton, and another to a friend for clothes and linen.

 "I take the liberty to mention the condition of some gentlemen at
 Charlestown, who, being either on parole or under protection, were
 engaged in a conspiracy against us. Though their situation is not
 exactly similar, they are objects who may be set in exchange for me,
 or are persons whom the treatment I receive may affect.

 "It is no less, sir, in a confidence in the generosity of your mind,
 than on account of your superior station, that I have chosen to
 importune you with this letter.

 "I have the honor to be, with great respect, sir, your Excellency's
 most obedient and most humble servant,

  "John André, _Adjutant-General_.

 "His Excellency General WASHINGTON."

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 34: _One of the Irvines was a hatter; the other was a
physician._ It was probably the latter--Dr. William Irvine--who
was in this expedition, for he was then in command of the Second
Pennsylvania Regiment. He had been a captain in Canada about two years.
Brigadier-General Irvine was made a prisoner at Chestnut Hill, near
Philadelphia, in December, 1777.]

[Footnote 35: William Alexander, Lord Stirling, was a general in the
Continental army. He had been frustrated in obtaining a Scottish estate
and peerage to which he was clearly entitled. He assumed the title as a
right.]

[Footnote 36: General Wayne reported that, owing to the lightness
of his field-pieces, the shot did not penetrate the logs of the
block-house.]

[Footnote 37: _Vide Lee's trial._ General Charles Lee, in his testimony
at his trial by court-martial, after the battle of Monmouth, spoke of
"Colonel Hamilton flourishing his sword" after delivering a message
from Washington on the battle-field, and saying, "'I will stay, and we
will all die here on this spot.' I could not but be surprised," said
Lee, "at his expression, but observed him much fluttered, and in a sort
of frenzy of valor."]

[Footnote 38: Richard Harrison, Washington's secretary.]

[Footnote 39: _A disorder prevalent in the rebel lines._]

[Footnote 40: _The merit of these lines, which is doubtless very great,
can only be felt by true connoisseurs conversant in ancient song._ In
"Chevy Chase" occurs the stanza:

  "For Witherington needs must I wayle,
    As one in doleful dumps;
  For when his legges were smitten off,
    He fought upon his stumps."]

[Footnote 41: _Who kept a dram-shop._]

[Footnote 42: _A deity of the woods._]

[Footnote 43: _A New England name for a horse, mare, or gelding._]

[Footnote 44: _A cant appellation given among the soldiers to the corps
that has the honor to guard his Majesty's person_--a body-guard.]

[Footnote 45: William Cunningham, the veteran provost-marshal at New
York.]

[Footnote 46: Rev. James Caldwell, an earnest Whig of New Jersey, and
pastor of a church at Connecticut Farms. His wife had been shot by
a newly enlisted soldier in her own house, when the British, under
Knyphausen, made a raid upon Springfield in 1778.]

[Footnote 47: _Calling himself, because he was ordered not to do it,
Earl of Stirling, though no sterling earl._ (See foot-note, page 71.)
In a winter expedition to Staten Island a larger proportion of his
soldiers were frost-bitten.]

[Footnote 48: _Lafayette._]

[Footnote 49: Now Jersey City, where the British had a redoubt. This
Major Henry Lee surprised, in August, 1779, and carried away one
hundred and fifty-nine of the garrison prisoners.]

[Footnote 50: Mrs. Susannah Livingston, a daughter of Governor William
Livingston, of New Jersey, who was suspected of political authorship.]

[Footnote 51: It so happened that when André was taken to Tappaan he
was delivered to the custody of Wayne. The latter was not a member of
the board of inquiry. Frank Moore says that, under André's signature to
a MS. copy of the "Cow-Chase," some one wrote:

  "When the epic strain was sung,
  The poet by the neck was hung,
  And to his cost he finds, too late,
  The 'dung-born tribe' decides his fate."]



CHAPTER VI.


Washington lodged at Fishkill, eighteen miles from West Point, on the
night of September 24th, and early the next morning (the day appointed
for Clinton to ascend the river and receive the surrender of the
post in the Highlands) he and his companions reached the vicinity of
Arnold's quarters, where they intended to breakfast. He and two or
three officers turned aside to inspect a redoubt, while Lafayette,
Hamilton, and other young officers, rode forward with a message from
their chief to Mrs. Arnold, bidding her not to delay breakfast on his
account.

While these officers were at table with Arnold and his wife, a courier
arrived with a letter to the general. It was Jameson's letter, brought
by Allen, telling Arnold of the arrest of "John Anderson," and the
sending of the papers found in his boots to Washington. Arnold glanced
at the letter, sat a few minutes in general conversation, and then
asked to be excused. His wife perceived anxiety in his countenance,
and, leaving the table, followed him out of the room. He commanded
Allen not to mention that he had brought a letter from Jameson;
ordered a horse to be saddled and brought to the door immediately, and
ascending to his wife's chamber, to which she had retired, he told her
in a few hurried words of his perilous situation, and that his life
depended upon his instant flight and reaching the British lines in
safety.

This awful message smote the young wife and mother fearfully. She
screamed and fell at his feet in a swoon. He had not a moment to lose.
Leaving her in the care of her maid, he kissed their sleeping babe and
hurried to the breakfast-room. Telling the guests that his wife had
been taken ill suddenly, and that he was called in haste over to West
Point and would return presently, he mounted the horse at the door,
dashed down the bridle-path to the river half a mile distant, snatched
his pistols from the holsters as he dismounted, and, summoning the crew
of his barge, he entered it and ordered them to pull into the middle of
the stream and row swiftly down the river, for he bore a flag to the
_Vulture_, and must return soon to meet General Washington.

Arnold sat in the prow of his barge. When they came in sight of the
_Vulture_ he raised a white handkerchief upon a walking-stick. They
soon reached the vessel. Arnold ascended to her deck, where he met
Colonel Robinson, and briefly related to him the unhappy state of
affairs. He tried, in vain, to lure the crew of his barge into the
king's service. "If General Arnold likes the King of England, let him
serve him; _we_ love our country, and mean to live or die in support of
her cause," indignantly exclaimed James Larvey, the coxswain. "So will
we," said his companions. They were sent on shore at Teller's Point by
the same flag. Arnold sent a letter to Washington, covering one to his
wife. He assured the commander-in-chief that his wife was innocent of
all knowledge of his act, and entreated him to extend his protection
to her and her child. He also exonerated his military family from all
participation in his designs.

By the same flag Colonel Robinson wrote to Washington, asserting that,
under the circumstances which led to André's arrest, he could not
detain him without "the greatest violation of flags and contrary to the
usage of all nations"; and, assuming that the American commander would
see the matter in the same light, he desired that he would order Major
André to be "set at liberty, and allowed to return immediately."

[Illustration: The Robinson House.--(From a Sketch by the Author in
1849.)]

The _Vulture_ returned to New York the same evening, and early the
next morning Arnold conveyed to General Clinton the first intelligence
of the capture of Major André. Let us go back to Arnold's quarters at
Robinson's house, in the Highlands.

Washington arrived at Arnold's quarters an hour after the traitor's
flight. Informed of the illness of Mrs. Arnold, and that her husband
had gone over to West Point, the chief took a hurried breakfast and
proceeded thither with all his staff, excepting Colonel Hamilton. As
they touched the west shore of the river they were surprised at not
receiving the usual cannon-salute.

"Is not General Arnold here?" Washington asked Colonel Lamb.

"No, sir," Lamb replied; "he has not been here for two days, nor have I
heard from him in that time."

Meanwhile Hamilton, as Washington's private secretary, had received
and examined the papers taken from André's stocking; also the letters
of Jameson, and that of the prisoner to Washington revealing the
conspiracy. Hamilton immediately sought his chief. He met him on his
way up from the river, and told him of his discovery of Arnold's
treason and of his flight to the _Vulture_. Men were dispatched to
Verplanck's Point to intercept him, but they arrived too late. An order
was sent to Colonel Jameson to forward André to West Point immediately.
He said to Lafayette and Knox, sadly:

"Arnold is a traitor! Whom can we trust now?" The whole plot was
revealed, and the danger impending over the post was made manifest.

Yet Washington gave no outward sign of excitement. He sent couriers in
all directions with orders for the strengthening of every redoubt, and
ordered Greene to put the army at Tappaan in readiness to move toward
West Point at a moment's warning. But it was soon evident that the
danger was overpast. Informed of Mrs. Arnold's sad condition, he said
to one of his aides, "Go to her and inform her that, though my duty
required that no means should be neglected to arrest General Arnold, I
have great pleasure in acquainting _her_ that he is now safe on board a
British vessel of war."

André was brought to the Robinson house early on the 26th (September,
1780). He had been aroused from slumber at midnight to begin a dreary
journey in a falling rain, under a strong escort led by Lieutenant
King. On the way they were joined by Major Tallmadge and one or two
other officers. Tallmadge was made the special custodian of the
prisoner from that time until his execution; and on the evening of the
26th André was conveyed to West Point.

General Greene was in chief command of the American army during
Washington's absence. Its headquarters were at Tappaan (usually called
Orangetown), a short distance from the west shore of the Hudson.
Washington sent secret orders to Greene to receive the prisoner.

[Illustration: "The '76 Stone House."]

On the morning of the 28th André, with a strong escort, went down the
river in a barge, landed at the King's Ferry, and journeyed to Tappaan
on horseback. There he was lodged in a substantial stone dwelling
belonging to Mr. Maybie, known, in our day, as a tavern, by the name
of "The '76 Stone House."

On this journey of a day, Tallmadge and André, who were about equal in
age, had much free conversation. The prisoner's custodian, like every
one else, was fascinated by the young soldier, and was deeply impressed
with sympathy for him. In reply to a question by Tallmadge, André said
that, in the enterprise in which he was engaged, all he sought was
_military glory, the applause of his king and his country, and perhaps
a brigadiership_. He asked Tallmadge in what light he would be regarded
by General Washington and a military tribunal. Tallmadge tried to evade
an answer, but, being pressed, he said:

"I had a much-loved classmate in Yale College by the name of Nathan
Hale, who entered the army in 1775. Immediately after the battle of
Long Island, General Washington wanted information respecting the
strength, position, and probable movements of the enemy. Captain Hale
tendered his services, went over to Brooklyn, and was taken just as he
was passing the outposts of the enemy on his return. _Do you remember
the sequel of the story?_" "Yes," said André, "he was hanged as a
spy. But you surely do not consider his case and mine alike." "Yes,
precisely similar; and similar will be your fate," said Tallmadge.

In general orders on the 26th Greene proclaimed, "Treason of the
blackest dye was discovered yesterday." He then gave a general account
of the affair to the army and the people. It created wide-spread
indignation and alarm, but the latter feeling was tempered by the
concluding words of the order: "Arnold has made his escape to the
enemy; but Major André, the adjutant-general of the British army, who
came out as a spy to negotiate the business, is our prisoner."

The news of the capture of André, and this ominous general order,
produced intense excitement in both armies, and especially within the
British lines. The evident sympathy of Washington and some of his
officers for the prisoner when he was brought to Tappaan, created much
feeling in the American army. Some of the officers declared that if
they were not to be protected against such treacherous conduct, and
this spy be pardoned, it was time to leave the army. In a manuscript
account of the affair now before me, written by Elias Boudinot, LL. D.,
the eminent American commissary of prisoners, he observed:

"Though these were their sentiments, they were only murmured from tent
to tent. A few days convinced them that they had a commander-in-chief
who knew how to make his compassion for the unfortunate and his duty to
those who depended upon him for protection to harmonize and influence
his conduct. He treated Major André with the greatest tenderness, while
he carried the sentence of the council into execution according to the
laws of war. At New York, when the first account of André's capture and
condemnation arrived, the officers and citizens laughed at the idea
that the 'rebels' would dare to execute the adjutant-general of the
British army; but, if it should take place, vengeance in every form
should be taken sevenfold. But, when it was known that André was no
more, General Clinton shut himself up for three days, and every one at
the Coffee-House and other public places hung their heads, and scarcely
an observation relative to it escaped their lips."

[Illustration: Washington's Headquarters at Tappaan.]

Washington had returned to his headquarters at Tappaan,[52] and
ordered a meeting of a board of officers on the 29th, to make
careful inquiries and report their opinion "of the light in which he
[the prisoner] ought to be considered, and what punishment ought to
be inflicted." The board consisted of six major-generals and eight
brigadier-generals. The court of inquiry was held in the Dutch church
at Tappaan. General Greene presided. When André was brought before his
judges, he gave a detailed statement of the facts, and did not deny any
of the specifications presented by the judge-advocate, John Laurance.
After careful deliberation the board reported that the prisoner "ought
to be considered as a spy from the enemy, and that, agreeably to the
law and usages of nations, it is their opinion he ought to suffer
death." "André met the result," wrote Colonel Hamilton, "with manly
firmness. 'I foresee my fate,' he said, 'and though I pretend not
to play the hero, or be indifferent to life, yet I am reconciled to
whatever may happen, conscious that misfortune, not guilt, has brought
it upon me.'"

Washington approved the finding of the court of inquiry, and sentenced
André to be hung as a spy on the first day of October, at five o'clock
in the afternoon. He sent an account of the proceedings of the court
and a letter from André to Sir Henry Clinton.[53]

Meanwhile great exertions had been made to save André from his sad
fate. General Clinton wrote to Washington (September 26th) that André
was not a legal spy, for a flag of truce had been sent to receive him,
and passports were granted for his return. On receiving the papers
from Washington, Sir Henry wrote a second letter to the American
chief commander, expressing the opinion that the board "had not been
rightly informed of all the circumstances," and asked a postponement
of the execution until a conference might be held. The request was
granted. The execution was postponed one day. General Greene met
General Robertson and others at Dobb's Ferry, not as an officer, but as
a private gentleman, but nothing occurred to warrant a change in the
opinion of the board of inquiry and the decision of Washington.[54]

The Americans would gladly have saved the life of André could Arnold
have been given up to them. Efforts to that end were made. Unofficial
overtures were made to Clinton to exchange Arnold for André, but honor
forbade the act. All efforts in this direction failed.

On the morning of October 1st, the day on which André expected to die,
he wrote the following touching note to Washington:

 "Sir: Buoyed above the terror of death by the consciousness of a life
 devoted to honorable pursuits, and stained with no action that can
 give remorse, I trust that the request I make to your Excellency at
 this serious period, and which is to soften my last moments, will not
 be rejected.

 "Sympathy toward a soldier will surely induce your Excellency and a
 military tribunal to adapt the mode of my death to the feelings of a
 man of honor.

 "Let me hope, sir, that if aught in my character impresses you with
 esteem toward me, if aught in my misfortune marks me as the victim
 of policy and not of resentment, I shall experience the operation of
 those feelings in your breast by being informed that I am not to die
 on a gibbet.

 "I have the honor to be your Excellency's most obedient and most
 humble servant,

  John André."

Colonel Hamilton urged Washington to comply with André's request, but
the commander could not grant it. Unwilling to wound the feelings of
the prisoner by a refusal, he did not reply to the note.

On the preceding evening André wrote letters to his mother, sisters,
Miss Seward, and other friends, and made a pen-and-ink sketch of
himself sitting at a table with a pen in his hand. On the following
morning he made a rude sketch, with pen and ink, depicting the scene
of his passage from the _Vulture_ to the shore, when he went to meet
Arnold.[55]

At noon on the 2d day of October, 1780, Major André was executed upon
an eminence near Tappaan village, in the presence of a vast concourse
of people. He was dressed in full military costume and white top-boots.
He was taken to the gallows--a cross-piece between two moderate-sized
trees--by a procession of nearly all the field-officers, excepting
Washington and his staff, who remained at headquarters. General
Greene led the cavalcade, which passed between two files of soldiers,
extending from the prison up to the fatal spot. The prisoner's step was
firm, and he did not falter until he saw the gallows, and knew he was
to be hanged as a felon and not shot as a soldier. His hesitation was
only for a moment.

A baggage-wagon, bearing a plain pine coffin, had been driven under
the gallows. A grave had been dug near by. Into the wagon the prisoner
stepped and, taking the rope from the hangman, adjusted it to his neck,
and tied a white handkerchief over his eyes. Then Adjutant-General
Scammell read the order for the execution in a clear voice, and at
its conclusion told André that he might speak if he desired it. The
prisoner lifted the handkerchief from his eyes and, bowing courteously
to General Greene and his officers, said in firm voice, "All I request
of you, gentlemen, is that, while I acknowledge the propriety of my
sentence, you will bear me witness that I die like a brave man." In an
undertone he murmured, "It will be but a momentary pang." The wagon was
driven swiftly from under him, and in a few minutes he ceased to exist.

[Illustration: Passage from the Vulture.--(Fac-simile of a Pen-and-ink
Sketch by André.)]

"Thus died in the bloom of life," wrote Dr. Thacher, a surgeon of the
Continental army, who was present, "the accomplished Major André, the
pride of the royal army and the valued friend of Sir Henry Clinton."
The same authority wrote that André's regimentals, which had been
brought up to Tappaan by his servant, were handed to that servant, and
he was buried near one of the trees which formed the gibbet.

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 52: This building is yet standing, and is in nearly the same
condition as it was in 1780, at which time it belonged to John de
Windt, a native of the Island of St. Thomas. By a peculiar arrangement
of bricks in its front wall, the date of its construction--1700--may
be seen. In a large room which Washington occupied as his office, and
where André's death-warrant was signed, the spacious fireplace was
surrounded by Dutch pictorial tiles, when I visited and made the above
sketch, in 1849.]

[Footnote 53: This letter evinced great tenderness of feeling toward
his commander. He declared that the events connected with his coming
within the American lines were contrary to his own intentions, and
avowed the object of his letter to be to remove from Sir Henry's mind
any suspicion that he (André) imagined he was bound by his Excellency's
orders to expose himself to what had happened.]

[Footnote 54: General Robertson bore a letter from Arnold to
Washington, which he reserved until all oral arguments had failed,
when he read it to the gentlemen of the conference. Had there been
a chance for coming to an understanding in regard to André before,
this impudent letter from the traitor would have destroyed it. Arnold
said: "If, after this just and candid opinion of Major André's case,
the board of general officers adhere to their former opinion, I shall
suppose it dictated by passion and resentment; and, if that gentleman
should suffer the severity of the sentence, I shall think myself bound
by every tie of duty and honor to retaliate on such unhappy persons of
your army as may fall in my power, that the respect due to flags and
the law of nations may be better understood and observed."]

[Footnote 55: The size of the original drawing from which the above
sketch was made is twelve by seven inches. It will be observed that
André has but one oarsman, instead of two, as was the case. The
drawing was found on his table by his servant after the execution, and
delivered by him at New York to Lieutenant-Colonel Crosby of André's
regiment (the Twenty-second), and who, on his return to England,
caused a _fac-simile_ of it to be produced by the mezzotint process of
engraving.]



CHAPTER VII.


Almost universal sympathy was felt and expressed for Major André.
He was undoubtedly an involuntary spy. The court of inquiry which
decided his fate came to their conclusions with regret; but duty, the
law of nations, and the exigencies of war, compelled them to give
such a verdict as they did. Washington signed his death-warrant with
reluctance and with much emotion. All the American officers were moved
by deep sympathy for him. Some of the younger officers--Lafayette,
Hamilton, Tallmadge, and others--were enamored with him, and became
attached to him. "From the few days of intimate intercourse I had with
him," wrote Tallmadge, "I became so deeply attached to Major André
that I could remember no instance when my affections were so fully
absorbed by any man." The multitude who saw the execution were deeply
moved with compassion. Dr. Thacher says the tears of thousands fell on
that occasion. The event made a deep impression upon both armies. The
king specially honored the memory of André by ordering a notable mural
monument to be erected in Westminster Abbey, near the "Poets' Corner."
A picture of this monument is seen in the engraving.[56] The memorial
was executed in statuary marble, and is about seven and a half feet
in height. It represents a sarcophagus with a device in low relief,
and elevated upon a paneled pedestal, upon which are appropriate
inscriptions.[57] On the sarcophagus is a representation of Washington
and his officers in his tent at the moment when he received the report
of the court of inquiry; at the same time a messenger has arrived with
the letter of André to Washington asking for a soldier's death. On the
right is a guard of Continental soldiers, and a tree on which André
was executed. Two men are preparing the prisoner for execution, while
at the foot of the tree sit Mercy and Innocence. On the top of the
sarcophagus is the British lion, and the figure of Britannia, who is
lamenting the fate of André. The king settled a pension upon the family
of André, and, to wipe out the imputed stain produced by his death as a
spy, the honor of knighthood was conferred upon his brother.

[Illustration: André's Monument in Westminster Abbey.]

As related in the inscription on the pedestal of André's monument,
given in a foot-note, Mr. Buchanan caused his remains to be disinterred
and sent to England. Two small cedar-trees were growing near the grave
wherein lay his remains. A portion of one of these was sent with the
remains, and, at the suggestion of the consul, the duke caused a
snuff-box to be made of it for the Rev. Mr. Demorest, of Tappaan, who
gave Mr. Buchanan much assistance in his undertaking. It was elegant in
design, was lined with gold, and was inscribed with the words:

"From his Royal Highness the Duke of York, to mark his sense of the
Rev. John Demorest's liberal attention upon the occasion of the removal
of the remains of the late Major André, at Tappaan, on the 10th of
August, 1821."

The surviving sisters of André sent a silver cup to Mr. Demorest, with
a suitable inscription; also an inkstand to the British consul.

Two monuments have been erected at different times on the spot where
André was executed, each with the sole purpose of commemorating this
very important event in our national history, and to mark the exact
locality of its occurrence. One of these monuments was set up by James
Lee,[58] a public-spirited New York merchant, nearly forty years ago.
It consisted of a small bowlder, upon the upper surface of which were
cut the words, "André was executed October 2, 1780." It was on the
right side of a lane which ran from the highway from Tappaan village to
old Tappaan, on the westerly side of a large peach-orchard, and about
a mile from Washington's headquarters. I visited the spot in 1849, and
made a drawing of this simple memorial-stone for my "Pictorial Field
Book of the Revolution." In a foot-note of that work (vol. i, p. 772)
I said, "A more elegant and durable monument should be erected on the
spot."

[Illustration: Bowlder-Monument.]

A "more elegant and durable monument" was placed on the same spot a few
years ago by another public-spirited New York merchant, Mr. Cyrus W.
Field, and bears an inscription written by the late Rev. Arthur Penrhyn
Stanley, the Dean of Westminster. When that eminent divine and earnest
friend of our country and admirer of our free institutions was about
to visit the United States in 1878, he made a list of the objects and
localities which he desired to see while here. Among these was the
place of André's execution.

While Dean Stanley was visiting Mr. Field at his country residence on
the eastern bank of the Hudson, nearly opposite Tappaan, he with his
two traveling companions and their host crossed the river, and, with
one or two citizens of Tappaan, visited places of historic interest
in the vicinity. They found that nothing marked the place of André's
execution, and that it had even been a subject of controversy. The
bowlder-monument had been removed several years before. The dean
expressed his surprise and regret that no object indicated the
locality of such an important historical event, when Mr. Field said
he would erect a memorial-stone there at his own expense upon certain
conditions. A few days afterward (October, 1878) he wrote to a citizen
of Tappaan:

"I am perfectly willing to erect a monument on 'André Hill' [so named
by the people in commemoration of the event which occurred there], and
the dean will write an inscription, if the people who own the land will
make a grant of about twenty square feet for the purpose."

So soon as it became known that Mr. Field proposed to erect a
memorial-stone at Tappaan, a correspondent of a New York morning
journal denounced the intention, upon the wholly erroneous assumption
that it was to be a "monument in honor of Major André, the British
spy." Other correspondents, equally uninformed, followed with
denunciations. A storm of apparently indignant protests, or worse,
ensued; and one writer, lacking courage to give his name, made a threat
that, if Mr. Field should set up a memorial-stone upon the place where
André was executed, "ten thousand men" were ready to pull it down and
cast it into the river! These writers, many of whom concealed their
real names, created considerable feeling in the public mind unfavorable
to the project, and elicited a multitude of appeals to the patriotism
and the prejudices of the American people, to oppose what?--a phantom!

This intemperate and unwise correspondence continued several weeks.
There were calm defenders of Mr. Field's motives in proposing to
erect a monument, by persons who were well informed and had a clear
perception of the intent and importance of such an act. The discussion
was fruitful of some good. It had the salutary effect of calling public
attention to the claims of _Nathan Hale_, the notable martyr spy of the
Revolution, to a memorial tribute--a public recognition of his virtues
and his deeds--which had been so long deferred by our people. These
claims were now earnestly advocated, not only by Mr. Field's critics,
but by patriotic citizens. Considerable sums of money were offered for
the laudable purpose of erecting a suitable monument in the city of New
York to the memory of Hale. Several persons offered one hundred dollars
each.

Before the visit of Mr. Field and the dean, Mr. Henry Whittemore,
a public-spirited citizen of Tappan, and Secretary of the Rockland
County Historical Society, had found four living men who were present
at the disinterment of André's remains in 1821. With these men he
went to "André Hill," where they identified the place of the spy's
grave.[59] The requisite plot of ground was secured by Mr. Field, who
was compelled to buy many surrounding acres at an exorbitant price.
Then, relying upon the good sense, the intelligence, and the patriotism
of the American people for a just appreciation of his motives, he
proceeded to have a memorial-stone prepared.

Soon after Dean Stanley returned home he wrote the promised
inscription, and, in a letter to Mr. Whittemore (January, 1879), he
said:

[Illustration:

 A wreath of autumnal leaves from the Hudson I had placed on the
 monument in the abbey-- attracts universal admiration.

  I remain,
  yours gratefully,

  A.P. Stanley

Dean Stanley's Autograph.]

 "I have sent to Mr. Cyrus W. Field the inscription suggested. Perhaps
 you will kindly see that the facts are correctly stated. It is
 desirable that the inscription should contain neither an attack nor a
 defense of André, but only an expression of sympathy with him in his
 tragical fate, and with Washington for the difficult circumstances in
 which the judges were placed.

 "A wreath of autumn leaves from the Hudson I had placed on the
 monument in the abbey attracts universal attention. I have also the
 silver medals of Washington's headquarters, and the old Dutch church
 at Tappaan.

  "I remain, yours gratefully,

  "_A.P. Stanley_."[60]

On the 2d of October, 1879, the ninety-ninth anniversary of the
execution of André, the monument prepared by Mr. Field's order, and
placed over the spot where the spy was buried, was uncovered in the
presence of representatives of the Historical Societies of New York,
and Rockland County, of officers of the army of the United States, of
the newspaper press and other gentlemen, and a few ladies. At noon, the
hour of the day when André was executed, Mr. Field directed the workmen
to uncover the memorial. There was no pomp or ceremony on the occasion.
Not a speech was uttered, nor a token of applause given.

From "André Hill" the company went with Mr. Whittemore to his home in
Washington's headquarters and the room in which André's death-warrant
was signed. While there the neglect of the memory of Nathan Hale, shown
by the American people, was spoken of, when Mr. Field said:

 "Gentlemen, if I may be granted permission, I will erect a monument in
 memory of Nathan Hale on the spot where he suffered death in the city
 of New York, if the place may be found."

Several years ago Mr. Field made a similar offer to the New York
Historical Society.[61] More than thirty years before, he was a
contributor to the fund raised to erect the modest monument in memory
of Hale at South Coventry, delineated on page 26; and he was next to
the largest contributor to the fund for procuring the bronze statue
of a captor of André that surmounts the monument at Tarrytown, which
commemorates that important event.

The memorial-stone erected at Tappaan is composed of a shaft of Quincy
gray granite, standing upon a pedestal of the same material. The whole
structure is about nine feet in height from the ground to the apex. It
is perfectly chaste in design. There is no ornamentation. The granite
is highly polished. It stands upon an elevation, about two miles from
the Hudson River, and thirty yards from the boundary-line between New
York and New Jersey, and overlooks a beautiful country.[62] On its west
side it bears the following inscription, written by Dean Stanley:

  "HERE DIED, OCTOBER 2, 1780,
  MAJOR JOHN ANDRÉ, OF THE BRITISH ARMY,
  WHO, ENTERING THE AMERICAN LINES
  ON A SECRET MISSION TO BENEDICT ARNOLD,
  FOR THE SURRENDER OF WEST POINT,
  WAS TAKEN PRISONER, TRIED AND CONDEMNED AS A SPY.
  HIS DEATH,
  THOUGH ACCORDING TO THE STERN RULE OF WAR,
  MOVED EVEN HIS ENEMIES TO PITY;
  AND BOTH ARMIES MOURNED THE FATE
  OF ONE SO YOUNG AND SO BRAVE.
  IN 1821 HIS REMAINS WERE REMOVED TO WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
  A HUNDRED YEARS AFTER THE EXECUTION
  THIS STONE WAS PLACED ABOVE THE SPOT WHERE HE LAY,
  BY A CITIZEN OF THE UNITED STATES, AGAINST WHICH HE FOUGHT,
  NOT TO PERPETUATE THE RECORD OF STRIFE,
  BUT IN TOKEN OF THOSE BETTER FEELINGS
  WHICH HAVE SINCE UNITED TWO NATIONS,
  ONE IN RACE, IN LANGUAGE, AND IN RELIGION,
  WITH THE HOPE THAT THIS FRIENDLY UNION
  WILL NEVER BE BROKEN."

On the north face:

  "HE WAS MORE UNFORTUNATE THAN CRIMINAL."
  "AN ACCOMPLISHED MAN AND GALLANT OFFICER."

  GEORGE WASHINGTON.

The first of these two lines was quoted from a letter of Washington to
Count de Rochambeau, October 10, 1780. (See Sparks's "Life and Writings
of Washington," vol. vii, p. 241.) The second line is from the sentence
of a letter written by Washington to Colonel John Laurens on the 13th
of October. (See Sparks, vol. vii, p. 256.)

On the north face of the stone are the words:

  "SUNT LACRYMÆ RERUM ET MENTEM MORTALIA TANGUNT."

The east front was left blank for another inscription.

[Illustration: Memorial at Tappaan.]

Such, in a few sentences, is the story of the erection of the
memorial-stone at Tappaan by Mr. Field. The idea was the product of
spontaneous thought, elicited by a special occasion. The sole object
to be attained is the laudable and patriotic one of perpetuating, by a
visible record, the memory of one of the most important events in our
history, at the place of its occurrence. That event has two prominent
aspects, namely: the courage, patriotism, faith in the American
people, and the unswerving fidelity in the discharge of a momentous
trust, of our beloved Washington and his officers, in the face of most
extraordinary temptations to do otherwise; and the execution as a spy
of the adjutant-general of the British army, while that army, twenty
thousand strong, was lying only a few miles distant, and supported by
powerful ships of war.

These were the events to be commemorated by this memorial-stone, and
not the name or character of any individual. It was no more a monument
"in honor of Major André, the British spy," than was the monument
of white marble, twenty-five feet in height, which was erected by
patriotic men, in 1853, to mark the spot at Tarrytown where the spy
was captured, or the naming of the rivulet near which it stands "André
Brook." Surely every intelligent and right-minded American, clearly
comprehending the truth of the whole matter, will award to Mr. Field
the meed of praise for his generous and patriotic deed.

An attempt was made on the night of November 3, 1885, to destroy the
beautiful memorial-stone at Tappaan by an explosion of dynamite. The
pedestal was shattered into pieces, but the shaft was only shaken
from its perpendicular position. This crime was the logical result
of persistent misrepresentation of the character and intent of the
memorial in some of the newspapers. Twice before, attempts had been
made to destroy it; the first time by a defacement of the inscription
by a misguided person who, on a dark night, battered the letters, many
of them almost beyond recognition. The destroyer[63] left a small
American flag hanging over the monument from a stick, supported by a
pile of stones, upon the apex; also the following lines, the product,
evidently, of one moved by a spirit of conscious untruthfulness, or of
profound ignorance of the character of the object assailed:

  "Too long hath stood the traitor's shaft,
    A monument to shame,
  Built up to praise the traitor's craft,
    To sanctify ill fame.
  Are freemen bound to still forbear,
    And meekly still implore,
  When conquered foes their altars rear
    Within our very door.

  "This vulgar and insulting stone
    Would honor for all time,
  Not sneaking André's death alone,
    But black Ben Arnold's crime.
  And they, who thus can glorify
    The traitor and his deeds,
  Themselves high treason would employ
    If 'twould fulfill their needs.

  "Americans! resolve, proclaim
    That on our own dear land,
  Never, while the people reign,
    Shall treason's statue stand!
  And he who dares erect it next,
    On fair Columbia's breast,
  With furtive or with false pretext,
    Shall dangle from its crest!"

The second attempt to destroy the memorial-stone was made on a dark
night. Nitro-glycerine or dynamite was used for the purpose. The
explosion was heard for miles around. The perpetrator of the deed was
not discovered. The stones of the pedestal were shattered, but the
shaft remained in an upright position.

Mr. Field had the damages to the memorial repaired. He designed to have
the acres around it fashioned into a handsome little park. He also
proposed to erect within the grounds a fire-proof building for the use
of the Rockland County Historical and Forestry Society as a depository
of historical and other relics of that county, the building to be
presented to the society, and the park to the citizens of Tappaan, as a
free gift. The outrage of November 3, 1885, may frustrate this generous
plan.

Two days after that outrage, a New York morning journal of large
circulation and wide influence declared that "the malignity with
which the people about Tappaan regard Mr. Field's monument to André
appears to be settled and permanent." To this grave indictment of
the inhabitants of a portion of Rockland County as participants in
the crime, that people responded by resolutions unanimously adopted
at an indignation meeting held at the Reformed Church at Tappaan on
the evening of the 9th. They denounced the charge as utterly untrue,
expressed their belief that no person in the vicinity had "the remotest
connection" with the crime; that it was desirable to have the place
of André's execution indicated by a memorial-stone with a suitable
inscription, and commended Mr. Field for his zeal in perpetuating
events of the Revolution in such a manner.[64]

In the foregoing narrative I have endeavored to present a brief, plain,
and truthful story of the memorial at Tappaan, about which so much has
been said and written. I have fashioned it from trustworthy materials.
I have simply recorded the facts, and leave the readers to form their
own conclusions.

The monument at Tarrytown has been alluded to. It was erected in
1853, on the spot where tradition says Major André was captured, to
commemorate that event. It bore upon a tablet the following inscription:

[Illustration: Monument and Statue at Tarrytown.]

"On this spot, the 23d of September, 1780, the spy, Major John André,
Adjutant-General of the British Army, was captured by John Paulding,
David Williams, and Isaac Van Wart, all natives of this county. History
has told the rest.

"The people of Westchester County have erected this monument as well to
commemorate a great event as to testify their high estimation of that
integrity and patriotism which, rejecting every temptation, rescued the
United States from most imminent peril by baffling the acts of a spy
and the plots of a traitor. Dedicated October 7, 1853."

The citizens of Westchester County, desirous of giving more
significance to this monument, caused its conical shaft to be removed,
and in its place erected a bronze statue of a captor--a young volunteer
soldier. This statue is the work of the accomplished sculptor, Mr.
O'Donovan, of New York.

The monument and statue were unveiled in the presence of thousands of
spectators on the centennial of the event commemorated--the 23d of
September, 1880. On that occasion Samuel J. Tilden presided. A prayer
was offered by the venerable son of one of the captors, Isaac Van Wart,
and an oration was pronounced by Chauncey M. Depew. General James
Husted was the marshal of the day.

On one face of the monument is the old inscription, and upon another,
next to the highway, is a fine bronze _bas-relief_ representing the
scene of the capture. This also is from the _atelier_ of Mr. O'Donovan.
An excellent picture of this work of art and of the statue may be found
in the "Memorial Souvenir of the Monument Association," prepared by Dr.
Nathaniel C. Husted, secretary of the association.

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 56: The original drawing from which the engraving was made
was received from London in 1849 by the author of this little work,
together with a copy of a profile likeness of André--simply the head
and shoulders--said to have been drawn by himself.]

[Footnote 57: Upon a panel is the following inscription: "Sacred to the
memory of Major JOHN ANDRÉ, who, raised to the rank of Adjutant-General
of the British Army in America, and employed in an important and
hazardous enterprise, fell a sacrifice to his zeal for his king and
country, on the 2d of October, A.D. 1780, eminently beloved and
esteemed by the army in which he served, and lamented even by his foes.
His gracious sovereign, King George the Third, has caused this monument
to be erected."

After the removal of André's remains to Westminster Abbey, as mentioned
in the text, the following inscription was cut upon the base of the
pedestal:

"The remains of Major JOHN ANDRÉ were, on the 10th of August, 1821,
removed from Tappaan by James Buchanan, Esq., his Majesty's Consul at
New York, under instructions from his Royal Highness the Duke of York,
and, with the permission of the Dean and Chapter, finally deposited in
a grave contiguous to this monument on the 28th of November, 1821."]

[Footnote 58: It was chiefly through the liberality and personal
influence of Mr. Lee that the funds were raised for procuring the fine
bronze equestrian statue of Washington, by H.K. Brown, at Union Square,
New York. That was the first statue erected in the open air in that
city, and is not surpassed in artistic merit by any since set up there.]

[Footnote 59: Mr. Whittemore had procured this identification fully six
months before the visit of Mr. Field and his guests, with the view to
have a memorial-stone placed upon the spot. He had consulted with the
owner of the land about it. The latter believed it would enhance the
value of his property, and favored the project.]

[Footnote 60: Above may be seen a _fac-simile_ of the last paragraph of
Dean Stanley's letter.]

[Footnote 61: The letter of Mr. Field conveying his generous offer
to the New York Historical Society (September, 1880) was referred
to the Executive Committee. They warmly recommended its favorable
consideration by the society. In their report, referring to the event
commemorated by the memorial-stone at Tappaan, the committee said it
was an "event which, perhaps, more signally than any other act of
his life, illustrates the wisdom and firmness of Washington under
circumstances of peculiar trial, in which even his devoted followers
were disposed to question his humanity, if not his justice, and almost
to fall in with the sentimental calumny of the day, which has been so
often reviewed and refuted as to become ridiculous. The memorial-stone
of André's execution is a monument to Washington."]

[Footnote 62: The engraving is from the original drawing of the
architect. Just below the inscription, at the bottom of the shaft, is
cut "Arthur Penrhyn Stanley, Dean of Westminster."]

[Footnote 63: It was ascertained that the perpetrator of the crime was
a "crank"--a printer, in the city of New York--who, after eluding the
officers of the law for some time, finally died.]

[Footnote 64: A petition addressed to the Governor of the State, asking
him to assist in an effort to discover the perpetrator of the crime,
was signed by a large number of the most respectable citizens of
Rockland County.]



MONODY ON MAJOR ANDRÉ.

[Illustration: Anna Seward.]


THE AUTHOR OF THE MONODY.


Anna Seward, the abiding friend and ever-faithful correspondent of
Major André until his death, was a daughter of Thomas Seward, the
canon-resident of Lichfield Cathedral. She was born at Eyam, in
Derbyshire, England, in 1747. Her education, superior to that of most
girls of her time, was superintended by her father, who was a graduate
of Oxford, a man of great moral worth, and noted for his scholarship.

Miss Seward evinced a taste and a genius for poetic composition at a
very early age, and before she reached the period of young womanhood
she attracted the attention of local literary characters. She became
a great favorite of Dr. Samuel Johnson, who was a native of Lichfield
and was a frequent guest at the house of her father. On one occasion,
when she was about fourteen years of age, she wrote a clever poetical
address of welcome to Dr. Johnson, which greatly pleased the recipient.
Miss Seward is often incidentally mentioned in Boswell's "Life of
Johnson." Writing of a visit at Mr. Seward's in 1775, when Anna was
twenty-eight years of age, Boswell, Johnson's shadow, says, "And
now, for the first time, I had the pleasure of seeing his celebrated
daughter, Miss Anna Seward, to whom I have since been indebted for many
civilities."

Miss Seward's first acquaintance with young André, her interest in
his love-affair with Honora Sneyd, and her pleasant epistolary and
personal intercourse with him until his departure for America, have
been referred to in the early portions of the brief notice of that
young soldier's career contained in this volume. During his service in
America she was his constant correspondent; and she first informed him
of the death of Honora a short time before his own tragic exit from
earth.

The circumstances attending the death of her friend inspired Miss
Seward to write her most notable and most admired poem, "Monody on
Major André." She was then thirty-three years old. It was printed
for the author at Lichfield early in 1781. Being consonant in its
utterances with the feelings of the British public at that time, it
had a large sale, and produced a powerful sensation. She received
congratulatory letters from literary people and others in various parts
of the kingdom. No man was more delighted with it than was Dr. Johnson,
"the colossus of English literature."

Johnson was a fierce Tory, and hated the Americans with a spirit of
savage ferocity. On one occasion, while at Lichfield, he said, "I am
willing to love all mankind, excepting an American." He called them
"rascals," "robbers and pirates," and angrily exclaimed, "I'd burn
and destroy them!" Boswell says Miss Seward, who was present at this
outburst of passion, and whose feelings were favorable to the American
cause, boldly rebuked Johnson, saying, "Sir, this is an instance that
we are most violent against those we have most injured." This delicate
but keen reproach irritated Johnson still more, and, says Boswell,
"he roared out another tremendous volley, which one might fancy could
be heard across the Atlantic." But Johnson and Anna Seward remained
good friends until a short time before the death of the former. They
corresponded with each other, and frequently met in social circles.

I have said Dr. Johnson was delighted by Miss Seward's "Monody."
He exhibited that delight in the most public manner by writing and
publishing in the "Gentleman's Magazine," over his own signature, the
following poetic epistle to the author:


"To Miss Seward, on her Monody on Major André:

  "Above the frigid etiquette of form,
  With the same animated feelings warm,
  I come, fair maid, enamored of thy lays,
  With tribute verse, to swell the note of praise.
  Nor let the gentle Julia's[65] hand disclaim
  The bold intrusion of an honest strain.
  Nor is it mine alone--'tis the full voice
  Of such as honor with no vulgar choice,[66]
  Of such as feel each glowing line along
  Once the bright subject of an humble song.[67]
  The treasures of the female heart make known
  By copying the soft movements of her own.
  Woman should walk arrayed in her own robe,
  The hope, the boast, the blessing of the globe.

  "_Shrewsbury._       S. Johnson."

Miss Seward's "Monody" was dedicated to Sir Henry Clinton. To it were
appended three letters written to her by young André immediately after
his betrothal to and personal separation from Honora Sneyd. These I
have appended to the "Monody," The printed copy of that poem, before
me, bears the autograph signature of Anna Seward at the end.

It was not long after Johnson's poetical epistle to the author of the
"Monody" appeared before an interruption of the goodly feeling between
him and his fair friend occurred. In 1782 Johnson's "Lives of the
British Poets" appeared, in which he severely criticised the poetry of
her cherished friend Thomas Hayley. Ever ready and prompt to defend
heroically those she had learned to esteem, she instantly took fire at
the attack, and she wrote letters to her friends which were far from
complimentary to Johnson. To Hayley she wrote:

"You have seen Dr. Johnson's 'Lives of the Poets.' They have excited
your generous indignation. A heart like Hayley's would shrink
astonished to perceive a mind so enriched with the power of genius
capable of such cool malignity. Yet the 'Gentleman's Magazine' praised
these unworthy efforts to blight the laurels of undoubted fame. Oh,
that the venom may fall where it ought!"

Animadversions by Miss Seward more severe than this found their way,
without her consent, into the public prints, and deeply offended Dr.
Johnson. The breach thus made was never healed. Miss Seward refused to
retract a word, but persisted in her utterances. Sometimes, even after
the death of Dr. Johnson, in 1784, they were spiced with attacks upon
his personal character. These attacks drew from Boswell a defense of
his dead friend, whom he almost adored, and in 1793 he and Miss Seward
carried on a spirited controversy in the "Gentleman's Magazine."

Miss Seward's writings in verse and prose were quite voluminous. The
latter, consisting of her literary correspondence from 1784 to 1807,
was published in six volumes in the latter year. Her poetical works,
with extracts from her literary correspondence, edited by Sir Walter
Scott, were published in three volumes in 1810. Next to her "Monody,"
in point of excellence and popularity, was her "Elegy on Captain James
Cook," the famous circumnavigator of the globe. Of this performance Sir
Walter Scott said, "It conveyed a high impression of the original power
of the author."

The literary fame of Anna Seward has not been enduring, and she, who
was a conspicuous figure in the world of letters in England during
the last quarter of the eighteenth century, is now almost forgotten.
Her known social relations to Major André, and her "Monody," have
perpetuated her memory in the minds of Americans. It is said that,
when she was fully informed of all the circumstances connected with
the death of André, she was satisfied that she had been unjust toward
Washington in her animadversions upon his character in her poem, and
expressed a regret that she had so misjudged him.

Miss Seward, in a letter to her friend Miss Ponsonby, related that
several years after the peace a friend of Washington's, an American
officer, introduced himself to her (Miss Seward), saying he was
commissioned by General Washington to call upon her and assure her that
no circumstance of his life had been so mortifying as to be censured
in the "Monody" on André as the pitiless author of his ignominious
fate; that he had labored to save him; and that he requested his friend
to leave with Miss Seward a package of papers which he had sent,
consisting of copies of the records of the court-martial, etc. "The
American officer referred to," says Sargent, "is supposed to have been
Colonel Humphreys."

Various opinions have been expressed concerning the writings of Miss
Seward. The literary circle of Lichfield, of which she was the
central figure, appears to have been a mutual-admiration society. The
productions of each member appear to have been eulogized by every
other member. Her friend, the celebrated Dr. Erasmus Darwin, declared
that she was "the inventress of epic elegy"; the eccentric philosopher
Day called her a "prodigy of genius"; while the wits of London gently
ridiculed the pretensions of the literary Lichfieldians. Horace Walpole
wrote: "Misses Seward and Williams, and a half a dozen more of these
harmonious virgins, have no imagination, no novelty. Their thoughts
and phrases are like their gowns--old remnants cut and turned." The
Rev. Alexander Dyce wrote: "She was endowed with considerable genius,
and with an ample portion of that fine enthusiasm which sometimes may
be taken for it; but her taste was far from good, and her numerous
productions (a few excepted) are disfigured by florid ornament and
elaborate magnificence."

After Miss Seward's death, in 1809, there was published a small volume
with the title of "The Beauties of Anna Seward." She died a maiden. The
portrait preceding this brief memoir is a carefully drawn copy with pen
and ink of an engraving by A. Carden, from the original picture painted
in 1763, when she was sixteen years of age, by Tilly Kettle, an English
portrait-painter of note, who was then only about twenty-three years of
age.

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 65: André in his correspondence with Miss Seward on the topic
of Honora addressed her as "Julia."]

[Footnote 66: A reading society at Shrewsbury is here alluded to.]

[Footnote 67: Alluding to an "Essay on Woman," written by Johnson.]



  MONODY

  ON

  MAJOR ANDRÉ.

  By Miss SEWARD,

  (AUTHOR OF THE ELEGY ON CAPTAIN COOK.)


  TO WHICH ARE ADDED
  LETTERS ADDRESSED TO HER
  By MAJOR ANDRÉ,

  IN THE YEAR 1769.


  LICHFIELD:

  PRINTED AND SOLD BY J. JACKSON, FOR THE AUTHOR;
  SOLD ALSO BY ROBINSON, PATER-NOSTER ROW; CADELL AND EVANS, IN THE
  STRAND, LONDON; PRINCE, OXFORD; MERRILL, CAMBRIDGE;
  AND PRATT AND CLINCH, BATH.

  M.DCC.LXXXI.

  [_Price, Two-Shillings-and-Six-Pence._]



 TO

 HIS EXCELLENCY,

 SIR HENRY CLINTON,

 KNIGHT OF THE BATH.

 Sir: _With the zeal of a religious Enthusiast to his murdered Saint,
 the Author of this mournful Eulogium consecrates it to the Memory of
 Major André, who fell a Martyr in the Cause of his King and Country,
 with the firm Intrepidity of a Roman, and the amiable Resignation of a
 Christian Hero._

 _Distant Awe and Reverence prevent her offering these Effusions of
 Gratitude to the Beneficent and Royal Patron of the André Family. May
 Mr. André's illustrious General, the Guardian of his injured Honour,
 his conspicuous and personal Friend, deign to accept them from One who
 was once happy in the Friendship of the_ Glorious Sufferer.

  _Your Excellency's_
  _Most obedient humble Servant_,
  Anna Seward.



MONODY

ON

MAJOR ANDRÉ.


  Loud howls the storm! the vex'd Atlantic roars!
  Thy Genius, Britain, wanders on its shores!
  Hears cries of horror, wafted from afar,
  And groans of Anguish, mid the shrieks of War!
  Hears the deep curses of the Great and Brave,
  Sigh in the wind, and murmur on the wave!
  O'er his damp brow the sable crape he binds,
  And throws his victor-garland[68] to the winds;
  Bids haggard Winter, in her drear sojourn,
  Tear the dim foliage from her drizzling urn;
  With sickly yew unfragrant cypress twine,
  And hang the dusky wreath round Honour's shrine.
  Bids steel-clad valour chace his dove-like Bride,
  Enfeebling Mercy, from his awful side;
  Where long she sat, and check'd the ardent rein,
  As whirl'd his chariot o'er th' embattled plain;
  Gilded with sunny smile her April tear,
  Rais'd her white arm and stay'd th' uplifted spear;
  Then, in her place, bid Vengeance mount the car,
  And glut with gore th' insatiate Dogs of War!--
  With one pale hand the bloody scroll[69] he rears,
  And bids his nations blot it with their tears;
  And one, extended o'er th' Atlantic wave,
  Points to his André's ignominious grave!

  And shall the Muse, that marks the solemn scene,
  "As busy Fancy lifts the veil between,"
  Refuse to mingle in the awful train,
  Nor breathe with glowing zeal the votive strain?
  From public fame shall admiration fire
  The boldest numbers of her raptur'd lyre
  To hymn a Stranger?--and with ardent lay
  Lead the wild mourner round her Cook's morai,
  While André fades upon his dreary bier,
  And Julia's[70] only tribute is her tear?
  Dear, lovely Youth! whose gentle virtues stole
  Thro' Friendship's soft'ning medium on her soul!
  Ah no!--with every strong resistless plea,
  Rise the recorded days she pass'd with thee,
  While each dim shadow of o'erwhelming years,
  With Eagle-glance reverted, Mem'ry clears.

  Belov'd companion of the fairest hours
  That rose for her in joy's resplendent bow'rs,
  How gaily shone on thy bright Morn of Youth
  The Star of Pleasure, and the Sun of Truth!
  Full from their Source descended on thy mind
  Each gen'rous virtue, and each taste refin'd.
  Young Genius led thee to his varied fane,
  Bade thee ask[71] all his gifts, nor ask in vain;
  Hence novel thoughts, in ev'ry lustre drest
  Of pointed wit, that diamond of the breast;
  Hence glow'd thy fancy with poetic ray,
  Hence music warbled in thy sprightly lay;
  And hence thy pencil, with his colours warm,
  Caught ev'ry grace, and copied ev'ry charm,
  Whose transient glories beam on Beauty's cheek,
  And bid the glowing Ivory breathe and speak.
  Blest pencil! by kind Fate ordain'd to save
  Honora's semblance from[72]her early grave,
  Oh! while on[73]Julia's arm it sweetly smiles,
  And each lorn thought, each long regret beguiles,
  Fondly she weeps the hand, which form'd the spell,
  Now shroudless mould'ring in its earthy cell!

  But sure the Youth, whose ill-starr'd passion strove
  With all the pangs of inauspicious Love,
  Full oft' deplor'd the Fatal Art, that stole
  The jocund freedom of its Master's soul!
  While with nice hand he mark'd the living grace,
  And matchless sweetness of Honora's face,
  Th' enamour'd Youth the faithful traces blest,
  That barb'd the dart of Beauty in his breast;
  Around his neck th' enchanting Portrait hung,
  While a warm vow burst ardent from his tongue,
  That from his bosom no succeeding day,
  No chance should bear that Talisman away.
  'Twas thus[74]Apelles bask'd in Beauty's blaze,
  And felt the mischief of the steadfast gaze;
  Trac'd with disorder'd hand Campaspe's charms,
  And as their beams the kindling Canvas warms,
  Triumphant Love, with still superior art,
  Engraves their wonders on the Painter's heart.

  Dear lost Companion! ever-constant Youth!
  That Fate had smil'd propitious on thy Truth!
  Nor bound th' ensanguin'd laurel on that brow
  Where Love ordain'd his brightest wreath to glow!
  Then Peace had led thee to her softest bow'rs,
  And Hymen strew'd thy path with all his flow'rs;
  Drawn to thy roof, by Friendship's silver cord,
  Each social Joy had brighten'd at thy board;
  Science, and soft Affection's blended rays
  Had shone unclouded on thy lengthen'd days;
  From hour to hour thy taste, with conscious pride,
  Had mark'd new talents in thy lovely Bride;
  Till thou hadst own'd the magic of her face
  Thy fair Honora's least engaging grace.
  Dear lost Honora! o'er thy early bier
  Sorrowing the Muse still sheds her sacred tear!
  The blushing Rose-bud in its vernal bed,
  By Zephyrs fann'd, by glist'ring Dew-drops fed,
  In June's gay morn that scents the ambient air,
  Was not more sweet, more innocent or fair.
  Oh! when such Pairs their kindred Spirit find,
  When Sense and Virtue deck each spotless Mind,
  Hard is the doom that shall the union break,
  And Fate's dark billow rises o'er the wreck.

  Now Prudence, in her cold and thrifty care,
  Frown'd on the Maid, and bade the Youth despair,
  For Pow'r Parental sternly saw, and strove
  To tear the lily-bands of plighted love;
  Nor strove in vain;--but while the Fair-One's sighs
  Disperse, like April storms in sunny skies,
  The firmer Lover, with unswerving truth,
  To his first passion consecrates his Youth;
  Tho' four long years a night of absence prove,
  Yet Hope's soft Star shone trembling on his Love;
  Till[75]hov'ring Rumour chas'd the pleasing dream
  And veil'd with Raven-wing the silver beam.
  "Honora lost! my happy Rival's Bride!
  "Swell ye full Sails! and roll thou mighty Tide!
  "O'er the dark Waves forsaken André bear
  "Amid the vollying Thunders of the War!
  "To win bright Glory from my Country's foes,
  "E'en in this ice of Love, my bosom glows.
  "Voluptuous London! in whose gorgeous bow'rs
  "The frolic Pleasures lead the dancing Hours,
  "From Orient-vales Sabean-odours bring,
  "Nor ask her roses of the tardy Spring;
  "Where Paintings burn the Grecian Meed to claim
  "From the high Temple of immortal Fame,
  "Bears to the radiant Goal, with ardent pace,
  "Her Kauffman's Beauty, and her Reynolds' Grace;
  "Where Music floats the glitt'ring roofs among,
  "And with meand'ring cadence swells the Song,
  "While sun-clad Poesy the Bard inspires,
  "And foils the Grecian Harps, the Latian Lyres.

  "Ye soft'ning Luxuries! ye polish'd Arts!
  "Bend your enfeebling rays on tranquil Hearts!
  "I quit the Song, the Pencil, and the Lyre,
  "White robes of Peace, and Pleasure's soft Attire,
  "To seize the Sword, to mount the rapid Car,
  "In all the proud habiliments of War.--
  "Honora lost! I woo a sterner Bride,
  "The arm'd Bellona calls me to her side;
  "Harsh is the music of our marriage strain!
  "It breathes in thunder from the Western plain!
  "Wide o'er the wat'ry world its echoes roll,
  "And rouse each latent ardour of my soul.
  "And tho' unlike the soft melodious lay,
  "That gaily wak'd Honora's nuptial day,
  "Its deeper tones shall whisper, e'er they cease,
  "More genuine transport, and more lasting peace!

  "Resolv'd I go!--nor from that fatal bourne
  "To these gay scenes shall André's step return!
  "Set is the Star of Love, that ought to guide
  "His refluent Bark across the mighty Tide!--
  "But while my Country's Foes, with impious hand,
  "Hurl o'er the blasted plains the livid brand
  "Of dire Sedition!--Oh! let Heav'n ordain,
  "While André lives, he may not live in vain!

  "Yet without one kind farewell, could I roam
  "Far from my weeping Friends, my peaceful home,
  "The best affections of my heart must cease,
  "And gratitude be lost, with hope, and peace!
  My lovely Sisters! who were wont to twine
  "Your Souls' soft feeling with each wish of mine,
  "Shall, when this breast beats high at Glory's call,
  "From your mild eyes the show'rs of Sorrow fall?--
  "The light of Excellence, that round you glows,
  "Decks with reflected beam your Brother's brows.
  "Oh! may his Fame, in some distinguish'd day,
  "Pour on that Excellence the brightest ray!
  "Dim clouds of woe! ye veil each sprightly grace
  "That us'd to sparkle in Maria's face.--
  "My[76]tuneful Anna to her lute complains,
  "But Grief's fond throbs arrest the parting strains.--
  "Fair as the silver blossom on the thorn,
  "Soft as the spirit of the vernal morn,
  "Louisa, chace those trembling fears, that prove
  "Th' ungovern'd terrors of a Sister's love.
  "They bend thy sweet head, like yon lucid flow'r,
  "That shrinks and fades beneath the summer's show'r--
  "Oh! smile, my Sisters, on this destin'd day,
  "And with the radiant omen gild my way!
  "And thou, my Brother, gentle as the gale,
  "Whose breath perfumes anew the blossom'd vale,
  "Yet quick of Spirit, as th' electric beam,
  "When from the clouds its darting lightnings stream,
  "Soothe with incessant care our Mother's woes,
  "And hush her anxious sighs to soft repose.--
  "And be ye sure, when distant far I stray
  "To share the dangers of the arduous day,
  "Your tender faithful amity shall rest
  "The[77] last dear record of my grateful breast.

  "Oh! graceful Priestess at the fane of Truth,
  "Friend of my Soul! and Guardian of my Youth!
  "Skill'd to convert the duty to the choice,
  "My gentle Mother!--in whose melting voice
  "The virtuous precept, that perpetual flow'd,
  "With music warbled, and with beauty glow'd,
  "Thy Tears!--ah Heav'n!--not drops of molten lead,
  "Pour'd on thy hapless Son's devoted head,
  "With keener smart had each sensation torn!--
  "They wake the nerve where agonies are born!
  "But oh! restrain me not!--thy tender strife,
  "What wou'd it save?--alas!--thy André's life!
  "Oh! what a weary pilgrimage 'twill prove
  "Strew'd with the thorns of disappointed Love!
  "Ne'er can he break the charm, whose fond controul,
  "By habit rooted, lords it o'er his soul,
  "If here he languish in inglorious ease,
  "Where Science palls, and Pleasures cease to please.
  "'Tis Glory only, with her potent ray,
  "Can chace the clouds that darken all his way.
  "Then dry those pearly drops that wildly flow,
  "Nor snatch the laurel from my youthful brow!--
  "The Rebel Standard blazes to the noon!
  "And Glory's path is bright before thy Son!
  "Then join thy voice! and thou with Heav'n ordain
  "While André lives, he may not live in vain!"

  He says!--and sighing seeks the busy strand,
  Where anchor'd Navies wait the wish'd command.
  To the full gale the nearer billows roar,
  And proudly lash the circumscribing shore;
  While furious on the craggy coast they rave,
  All calm and lovely rolls the distant wave;
  For onward, as th' unbounded waters spread,
  Deep sink the rocks in their capacious bed,
  And all their pointed terror's utmost force
  But gently interrupts the billow's course.

  So on his present hour rude Passion preys!
  So smooth the prospect of his future days!
  Unconscious of the Storm, that grimly sleeps,
  To wreck its fury on th' unshelter'd Deeps!
  Now yielding Waves divide before the prow,
  The white sails bend, the streaming pennants glow;
  And swiftly waft him to the Western plain,
  Where fierce Bellona rages o'er the slain.

  Firm in their strength, opposing Legions stand,
  Prepar'd to drench with blood the thirsty Land.
  Now Carnage hurls her flaming bolts afar,
  And Desolation groans amid the War.
  As bleed the Valiant, and the Mighty yield,
  Death stalks, the only Victor, o'er the field.

  Foremost in all the horrors of the day,
  Impetuous André[78] leads the glorious way;
  Till, rashly bold, by numbers forc'd to yield,
  They drag him captive from the long-fought field.--
  Around the Hero crowd th' exulting Bands,
  And seize the spoils of war with bloody hands,
  Snatch the dark plumage from his awful crest,
  And tear the golden crescent from his breast;
  The sword, the tube, that wings the death from far,
  And all the fatal implements of War!

  Silent, unmov'd the gallant Youth survey'd
  The lavish spoils triumphant Ruffians made.
  The idle ornament, the useless spear
  He little recks, but oh! there is a fear
  Pants with quick throb, while yearning sorrows dart
  Thro' his chill frame, and tremble at his heart:

  "What tho' Honora's voice no more shall charm!
  "No more her beamy smile my bosom warm!
  "Yet from these eyes shall force for ever tear
  "The sacred Image of that Form so dear?--
  "Shade of my Love![79]--tho' mute and cold thy charms,
  "Ne'er hast thou blest my happy Rival's arms!
  "To my sad heart each Dawn has seen thee prest!
  "Each Night has laid thee pillow'd on my breast!
  "Force shall not tear thee from thy faithful shrine;
  "Shade of my Love! thou shalt be ever mine!

  "'Tis fix'd!--these lips shall resolute enclose
  "The precious Soother of my ceaseless woes.
  "And shou'd relentless Violence invade
  "This last retreat, by frantic Fondness made,
  "One way remains!--Fate whispers to my Soul
  "Intrepid[80]Portia and her burning coal!
  "So shall the throbbing Inmate of my breast
  "From Love's sole gift meet everlasting rest!"

  While these sad thoughts in swift succession fire
  The smother'd embers of each fond desire,
  Quick to his mouth his eager hands removes
  The beauteous semblance of the Form he loves.
  That darling treasure safe, resign'd he wears
  The sordid robe, the scanty viand shares;
  With cheerful fortitude content to wait
  The barter'd ransom of a kinder Fate.

  Now many a Moon in her pale course had shed
  The pensive beam on André's captive head.
  At length the Sun rose jocund, to adorn
  With all his splendour the enfranchis'd Morn.
  Again the Hero joins the ardent Train
  That pours its thousands on the tented plain;
  And shines distinguish'd in the long Array,
  Bright as the silver Star that leads the Day!
  His modest temperance, his wakeful heed,
  His silent diligence, his ardent speed,
  Each Warrior-duty to the Veteran taught,
  Shaming the vain Experience Time had brought.
  Dependence scarcely feels his gentle sway,
  He shares each want, and smiles each grief away;
  And to the virtues of a noble Heart,
  Unites the talents of inventive Art.
  Thus from his swift and faithful pencil flow
  The Lines, the Camp, the Fortress of the Foe;
  Serene to counteract each deep design,
  Points the dark Ambush, and the springing Mine;
  Till, as a breathing Incense, André's name
  Pervades the Host, and swells the loud acclaim.

  The Chief no virtue views with cold regard,
  Skill'd to discern, and generous to reward;
  Each tow'ring hope his honour'd smiles impart,
  As near his Person, and more near his Heart
  The graceful Youth he draws,--and round his brow
  Bids Rank and Pow'r their mingled brilliance throw.

  Oh! hast thou seen a blooming Morn of May
  In crystal beauty shed the modest ray,
  And with its balmy dews' refreshing show'r
  Swell the young grain, and ope the purple flow'r,
  In brightening lustre reach its radiant Noon,
  Rob'd in the gayest mantle of the Sun?
  Then 'mid the splendours of its azure skies,
  Oh! hast thou seen the cruel Storm arise,
  In sable horror shroud each dazzling charm,
  And dash their glories back with icy arm?

  Thus lowr'd the deathful cloud amid the blaze
  Of André's rising hopes,--and quench'd their rays!
  Ah, fatal Embassy!--thy hazards dire
  His kindling Soul with ev'ry ardour fire;
  Great Clinton gives it to the courage prov'd,
  And the known wisdom of the Friend he lov'd.

  As fair Euryalus, to meet his Fate,
  With Nysus rushes from the Dardan gate,
  Relentless Fate! whose fury scorns to spare
  The snowy breast, red lip, and shining hair,
  So polish'd André launches on the waves,
  Where[81]Hudson's tide its dreary confine laves.
  With firm intrepid foot the Youth explores
  Each dangerous pathway of the hostile shores;
  But on no Veteran-Chief his step attends,
  As silent round the gloomy Wood he wends;
  Alone he meets the brave repentant Foe,
  Sustains his late resolve, receives his vow,
  With ardent skill directs the doubtful course,
  Seals the firm bond, and ratifies its force.
  'Tis thus, America, thy Generals fly,
  And wave new banners in their native sky!
  Sick of the mischiefs artful Gallia pours,
  In friendly semblance on thy ravag'd shores.
  Unnatural compact!--shall a Race of Slaves
  Sustain the ponderous standard Freedom waves?
  No! while their feign'd Protection spreads the toils,
  The Vultures hover o'er the destin'd spoils!
  How fade Provincial-glories, while ye run
  To court far deeper bondage than ye shun!
  Is this the generous active rising Flame,
  That boasted Liberty's immortal name,
  Blaz'd for its rights infring'd, its trophies torn,
  And taught the Wife the dire mistake to mourn,
  When haughty Britain, in a luckless hour,
  With rage inebriate, and the lust of pow'r,
  To fruitless conquest, and to countless graves,
  Led her gay Legions o'er the Western waves?
  The Friend of Discord, cow'ring at the prow,
  Sat darkly smiling at th' impending woe!

  Long did my Soul the wretched strife survey,
  And wept the horrors of the deathful day;
  Thro' rolling Years saw undecisive War
  Drag bleeding Wisdom at his iron Car;
  Exhaust my Country's treasure, pour her gore
  In fruitless conflict on the distant shore;
  Saw the firm Congress all her might oppose,
  And while I mourn'd her fate, rever'd her Foes.

  But when, repentant of her prouder aim,
  She gently waives the long-disputed claim;
  Extends the Charter with your Rights restor'd,
  And hides in olive-wreaths the blood-stain'd sword,
  Then to reject her peaceful wreaths, and throw
  Your Country's Freedom to our mutual Foe!--
  Infatuate Land!--from that detested day
  Distracted Councils, and the thirst of Sway,
  Rapacious Avarice, Superstition vile,
  And all the _Frenchman_ dictates in his guile
  Disgrace your Congress!--Justice drops her scale!
  And radiant Liberty averts her sail!
  They fly indignant the polluted plain,
  Where Truth is scorn'd, and Mercy pleads in vain.
  That she does plead in vain, thy witness bear,
  Accursed Hour!--thou darkest of the Year!
  That with Misfortune's deadliest venom fraught,
  To Tappan's Wall the gallant André brought.

  Oh Washington! I thought thee great and good,
  Nor knew thy Nero-thirst of guiltless blood!
  Severe to use the pow'r that Fortune gave,
  Thou cool determin'd Murderer of the Brave!
  Lost to each fairer Virtue, that inspires
  The genuine fervor, of the patriot fires!
  And You, the base Abettors of the doom,
  That sunk his blooming honors in the tomb,
  Th' opprobrious tomb your harden'd hearts decreed,
  While all he ask'd was as the Brave to Bleed!
  Nor other boon the glorious Youth implor'd
  Save the cold Mercy of the Warrior-Sword!
  O dark, and pitiless! your impious hate
  O'er-whelm'd the Hero in the Ruffian's fate!
  Stopt with the[82]Felon-cord the rosy breath!
  And venom'd with disgrace the darts of Death!
  Remorseless Washington! the day shall come
  Of deep repentance for this barb'rous doom!
  When injur'd André's memory shall inspire
  A kindling Army with resistless fire;
  Each falchion sharpen that the Britons wield,
  And lead their fiercest Lion to the field!
  Then, when each hope of thine shall set in night,
  When dubious dread, and unavailing flight
  Impel your Host, thy guilt-upbraided Soul
  Shall wish untouch'd the sacred Life you stole!
  And when thy Heart appall'd and vanquish'd Pride
  Shall vainly ask the mercy they deny'd,
  With horror shalt thou meet the fate they gave,
  Nor Pity gild the darkness of thy grave!
  For Infamy, with livid hand shall shed
  Eternal mildew on the ruthless head!

  Less cruel far than thou, on Ilium's plain
  Achilles, raging for Patroclus slain!
  When hapless Priam bends the aged knee,
  To deprecate the Victor's dire decree,
  The nobler Greek, in melting pity spares
  The lifeless Hector to his Father's prayers,
  Fierce as he was;--'tis _Cowards_ only know
  Persisting vengeance o'er a _fallen_ Foe.

  But no intreaty wakes the soft remorse,
  Oh, murder'd André! for thy sacred Corse;
  Vain were an army's, vain its Leader's sighs!--
  Damp in the Earth on Hudson's shore it lies!
  Unshrouded welters in the wintry storm,
  And gluts the riot of the[83]Tappan Worm!
  But oh! its dust, like Abel's blood, shall rise,
  And call for justice from the angry skies!

  What tho' the Tyrants, with malignant pride,
  To thy pale Corse each decent rite deny'd!
  Thy graceful limbs in no kind covert laid,
  Nor with the Christian Requiem sooth'd thy shade!
  Yet on thy grass-green Bier soft April-show'rs
  Shall earliest wake the sweet spontaneous Flow'rs,
  Bid the blue Hare-bell and the Snow-drop there
  Hang their cold cup, and drop the pearly tear!
  And oft, at pensive Eve's ambiguous gloom,
  Imperial Honour, bending o'er thy tomb,
  With solemn strains shall lull thy deep repose,
  And with his deathless Laurels shade thy brows!

  Lamented Youth! while with inverted spear
  The British Legions pour th' indignant tear!
  Round the dropt arm the[84]funeral scarf entwine,
  And in their heart's deep core thy worth enshrine,
  While my weak Muse, in fond attempt and vain,
  But feebly pours a perishable strain,
  Oh! ye distinguish'd Few! whose glowing lays
  Bright Phœbus kindles with his purest rays,
  Snatch from its radiant source the living fire,
  And light with[85]Vestal flame your André's Hallow'd Pyre.

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 68: Victor-garland--alluding to the conquest by Lord
Cornwallis.]

[Footnote 69: Bloody scroll. The court-martial decree, signed at
Tappan, for Major André's execution.]

[Footnote 70: _Julia_--the name by which Mr. André addressed the author
in his correspondence with her.]

[Footnote 71: _All his gifts._--Mr. André has conspicuous talents for
Poetry, Music, and Painting. The newspapers mentioned a satiric poem
of his upon Americans, which was supposed to have stimulated this
barbarity towards him ["The Cow-Chase"].--Of his wit and vivacity, the
letters subjoined to this work afford ample proof.--They were addressed
to the author by Mr. André when he was a youth of eighteen.]

[Footnote 72: _Early grave._--Miss Honora S. [Honora Sneyd], to whom
Mr. André's attachment was of such singular constancy, died in a
consumption a few months before he suffer'd death at Tappan. She had
married another Gentleman [Richard Lovell Edgeworth] four years after
her engagement with Mr. André had been dissolved by parental authority.]

[Footnote 73: _Julia's arm._--Mr. André drew two miniature pictures of
Miss Honora S. on his first acquaintance with her at Buxton, in the
year 1769, one for himself, the other for the author of this poem.]

[Footnote 74: _'Twas thus Apelles._--Prior is very elegant upon this
circumstance in an Ode to his Friend, Mr. Howard the Painter.]

[Footnote 75: _Hov'ring Rumour._--The tidings of Honora's Marriage.
Upon that event Mr. André quitted his Profession as a Merchant and
join'd our Army in America.]

[Footnote 76: _Tuneful Anna._--Miss Anna André has a poetical talent.]

[Footnote 77: _Last dear record._--"I have a Mother, and three Sisters,
to whom the value of my commission wou'd be an object, as the loss
of Grenada has much affected their income. It is needless to be more
explicit on this subject, I know your Excellency's goodness."--See
Major André's last letter to General Clinton, publish'd in the Gazette.]

[Footnote 78: _Impetuous André._--It is in this passage only that
fiction has been employ'd thro' the narrative of the poem. Mr. André
was a prisoner in America, soon after his arrival there, but the Author
is unacquainted with the circumstances of the action in which he was
taken.]

[Footnote 79: _Shade of my Love._--The miniature of Honora. A letter
from Major André to one of his Friends, written a few years ago,
contained the following sentence: "I have been taken prisoner by the
Americans and stript of everything except the picture of Honora,
which I concealed in my mouth. Preserving that, I yet think myself
fortunate."]

[Footnote 80:

  _Intrepid Portia._--"_Brutus_.] Impatient of my absence,
     "And grieved that young Octavius with Mark Antony
     "Had made themselves so strong, she grew distracted,
     "And, her Attendants absent, swallow'd fire.
     "_Cassius._] And dy'd so?
     "_Brutus._] Even so!"

See Shakespear's Play of Julius Cæsar, Act IV., Scene IV.]


[Footnote 81: _Hudson's tide._--Major André came up the Hudson River to
meet General Arnold. On his return by Land he fell into the hands of
the Enemy.]

[Footnote 82: _Felon-cord._--"As I suffer in the defence of my Country,
I must consider this hour as the most glorious of my life.--Remember
that I die as becomes a British Officer, while the manner of my death
must reflect disgrace on your Commander." See Major André's last words,
inserted in the General Evening Post, for Tuesday, November the 14,
1780.]

[Footnote 83: _Tappan._--The place where Major André was executed.]

[Footnote 84: _Funeral scarf._--Our whole Army in America went into
mourning for Major André, a distinguish'd tribute to his merit.]

[Footnote 85: _Vestal flame._--The Vestal fire was kept perpetually
burning, and originally kindled from the rays of the Sun.]



LETTERS

ADDRESSED TO THE AUTHOR OF THE FOREGOING POEM, BY MAJOR ANDRÉ, WHEN HE
WAS A YOUTH OF EIGHTEEN.


LETTER I.

  Clapton, _October 3, 1769_.

From their agreeable excursion to Shrewsbury, my dearest friends are
by this time returned to their thrice-beloved Lichfield. Once again
have they beheld those fortunate _spires_, the constant witnesses of
all their pains and pleasures. I can well conceive the emotions of joy
which their first appearance, from the neighboring hills, excites after
absence; they seem to welcome you home, and invite you to reiterate
those hours of happiness, of which they are a species of monument. I
shall have an eternal love and reverence for them. Never shall I forget
the joy that danced in Honora's eyes, when she first showed them to me
from Needwood Forest on our return with you from Buxton to Lichfield.
I remember she called them the _Ladies of the Valley_--their lightness
and elegance deserve the title. Oh, how I loved them from that instant!
My enthusiasm concerning them is carried farther even than yours and
Honora's, for every object that has a pyramidal form recalls them to my
recollection, with a sensation that brings the tear of pleasure into my
eyes.

How happy must you have been at Shrewsbury! only that you tell me,
alas! that dear Honora was not so well as you wished during your stay
there. I always hope the best. My impatient spirit rejects every
obtruding idea which I have not fortitude to support. Dr. Darwin's
skill and your tender care will remove that sad pain in her side,
which makes writing troublesome and injurious to her; which robs her
poor _cher Jean_[86] of those precious pages with which, he flatters
himself, she would otherwise have indulged him. So your happiness
at Shrewsbury scorned to be indebted to public amusements. Five
virgins, united in the soft bonds of friendship! how I should have
liked to have made the sixth! But you surprise me by such an absolute
exclusion of the beaux. I certainly thought that when five wise virgins
were watching at midnight, it must have been in expectation of the
bridegroom's coming. _We_ are at this instant five virgins, writing
round the same table--my three sisters, Mr. Ewer, and myself. I beg no
reflections injurious to the honor of poor _cher Jean_. My mother is
gone to pay a visit, and has left us in possession of the old coach;
but as for nags, we can boast only of two long-tails, and my sisters
say they are sorry cattle, being no other than my friend Ewer and
myself, who, to say the truth, have enormous pig-tails.

My dear Boissier is come to town; he has brought a little of the
soldier with him, but he is the same honest, warm, intelligent friend I
always found him. He sacrifices the town diversions, since I will not
partake of them.

We are jealous of your correspondents, who are so numerous. Yet, write
to the Andrés often, my dear Julia, for who are they that will value
your letters quite so much as we value them?

The least scrap of a letter will be received with the greatest joy.
Write, therefore, though it were only to give us the comfort of
having a piece of paper which has recently passed through your hands;
Honora will put in a little postscript, were it only to tell me that
she is _my very sincere friend_, who will neither give me love nor
comfort--very short, indeed, Honora, was thy last postscript! But I
am too presumptuous; I will not scratch out, but I _un_say. From the
little there _was_ I received more joy than I deserve. This _cher Jean_
is an impertinent fellow, but he will grow discreet in time. You must
consider him as a poor novice of _eighteen_, who, for all the sins he
may commit, is sufficiently punished in the single evil of being one
hundred and twenty miles from Lichfield.

My mother and sisters will go to Putney in a few days, to stay some
time. We none of us like Clapton. _I_ need not care, for I am all
day long in town, but it is avoiding Scylla to fall into Charybdis.
You paint to me the pleasant vale of Stow in the richest autumnal
coloring. In return, I must tell you that my zephyrs are wafted through
cracks in the wainscot; for murmuring streams I have dirty kennels;
for bleating flocks, grunting pigs; and squalling cats for birds that
incessantly warble. I have said something of this sort in my letter to
Miss Spearman, and am twinged with the idea of these epistles being
confronted, and that I shall recall to your memory the fat knight's
love-letters to Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page.

Julia, perhaps thou fanciest I am merry--alas! But I do not wish to
make you as doleful as myself; and besides, when I would express
the tender feelings of my soul, I have no language which does them
justice; if I had, I should regret that you could not have it fresher,
and that whatever one communicates by letter must go such a roundabout
way before it reaches one's correspondent--from the writer's heart,
through his head, arm, hand, pen, ink, paper, over many a weary hill
and dale, to the eye, head, and heart of the reader. I have often
regretted our not possessing a sort of faculty which should enable
our sensations, remarks, etc., to arise from their source in a sort
of exaltations, and fall upon our paper in words and phrases properly
adapted to express them, without passing through an imagination whose
operations so often fail to second those of the heart. Then what a
metamorphose should we see in people's style! How eloquent those who
are truly attached! how stupid they who falsely profess affection!
Perhaps the former had never been able to express half their regard;
while the latter, by their flowers of rhetoric, had made us believe
a thousand times more than they ever felt--but this is whimsical
moralizing.

My sisters Penserosas were dispersed on their arrival in town, by the
joy of seeing Louisa and their dear little brother Billy again, our
kind and excellent Uncle Giradot, and Uncle Lewis André. I was glad to
see them, but they complained, not without reason, of the gloom upon my
countenance. Billy wept for joy that we were returned, while poor _cher
Jean_ was ready to weep for sorrow. Louisa is grown still handsomer
since we left her. Our sisters, Mary and Anne, knowing your partiality
to beauty, are afraid that, when they introduce her to you, she will
put their noses out of joint. Billy is not old enough for me to be
afraid of in the rival-way, else I should keep him aloof, for his heart
is formed of those affectionate materials so dear to the ingenuous
taste of Julia and her Honora.

I sympathize in your resentment against the canonical dons who stumpify
the heads of those good green[87] people, beneath whose friendly
shade so many of your happiest hours have glided away--but they defy
them; let them stumpify as much as they please, time will repair the
mischief; their verdant arms will again extend and invite you to their
shelter.

The evenings grow long. I hope your conversation round the fire will
sometimes fall on the Andrés; it will be a great comfort that they are
remembered. We chink our glasses to your healths at every meal. "Here's
to our Lichfieldian friends," says Nanny. "Oh-h!" says Mary. "With all
my soul, say I." "_Allons!_" cries my mother--and the draught seems
nectar. The libation made, we begin our uncloying theme, and so beguile
the gloomy evening.

Mr. and Mrs. Seward will accept my most affectionate respects. My male
friend at Lichfield will join in your conversation on the Andrés.
Among the numerous good qualities he is possessed of, he certainly has
gratitude, and then he can not forget those who so sincerely love and
esteem him. I, in particular, shall always recall with pleasure the
happy hours I have passed in his company. My friendship for him, and
for your family, has diffused itself, like the precious ointment from
Aaron's beard, on everything which surrounds you; therefore I beg you
would give my amities to the whole town. Persuade Honora to forgive the
length and ardor of the enclosed, and believe me truly,

  Your affectionate and faithful friend,
  J. André.


LETTER II.

  London, _October 19, 1769_.

From the midst of books, papers, bills, and other implements of gain,
let me lift up my drowsy head awhile to converse with dear Julia. And
first, as I know she has a fervent wish to see me a quill-driver, I
must tell her that I begin, as people are wont to do, to look upon
my future profession with great partiality. I no longer see it in
so disadvantageous a light. Instead of figuring a merchant as a
middle-aged man, with a bob-wig, a rough beard, in snuff-colored
clothes, grasping a guinea in his red hand, I conceive a comely young
man, with a tolerable pig-tail, wielding a pen with all the noble
fierceness of the Duke of Marlborough brandishing a truncheon upon
a sign-post, surrounded with types and emblems, and canopied with
cornucopias that disembogue their stores upon his head; Mercuries
reclined upon bales of goods; Genii playing with pens, ink, and paper;
while in perspective, his gorgeous vessels, "launched on the bosom of
the silver Thames," are wafting to distant lands the produce of this
commercial nation. Thus all the mercantile glories crowd on my fancy,
emblazoned in the most refulgent coloring of an ardent imagination.
Borne on her soaring pinions, I wing my flight to the time when Heaven
shall have crowned my labors with success and opulence. I see sumptuous
palaces rising to receive me. I see orphans, and widows, and painters,
and fiddlers, and poets, and builders, protected and encouraged; and
when the fabric is pretty nearly finished by my shattered pericranium,
I cast my eyes around and find John André by a small coal-fire, in a
gloomy compting-house in Warnford Court, nothing so little as what he
has been making himself, and in all probability never to be much more
than he is at present. But oh, my dear Honora! it is for thy sake only
I wish for wealth. You say she was somewhat better at the time you
wrote last. I must flatter myself that she will soon be without any
remains of this threatening disease.

It is seven o'clock. You and Honora, with two or three more select
friends, are now probably encircling your dressing-room fireplace. What
would I not give to enlarge that circle! The idea of a clean hearth,
and a snug circle round it, formed by a few sincere friends, transports
me. You seem combined together against the inclemency of the weather,
the hurry, bustle, ceremony, censoriousness, and envy of the world. The
purity, the warmth, the kindly influence of fire, to all for whom it
is kindled, is a good emblem of the friendship of such amiable minds
as Julia's and her Honora's. Since I can not be there in reality, pray
imagine me with you; admit me to your _conversaziones_; think how I
wish for the blessing of joining them!--and be persuaded that I take
part in all your pleasures, in the dear hope that e'er it be very long
your blazing hearth will burn again for me. Pray keep me a place; let
the poker, tongs, or shovel, represent me; but you have Dutch tiles,
which are infinitely better; so let Moses, or Aaron, or Balaam's ass,
be my representative.

But time calls me to Clapton. I quit you abruptly till to-morrow,
when, if I do not tear the nonsense I have been writing, I may perhaps
increase its quantity. Signora Cynthia is in clouded majesty. Silvered
with her beams, I am about to jog to Clapton upon my own stumps;
musing as I homeward plod my way--ah! need I name the subject of my
contemplations?

  _Thursday._

I had a sweet walk home last night, and found the Claptonians, with
their fair guest, a Miss Mourgue, very well. My sisters send their
_amitiés_, and will write in a few days.

This morning I returned to town. It has been the finest day imaginable.
A solemn mildness was diffused throughout the blue horizon; its light
was clear and distinct rather than dazzling. The serene beams of the
autumnal sun, gilded hills, variegated woods, glittering spires,
ruminating herds, bounding flocks, all combined to enchant the eyes,
expand the heart, and

  "Chace all sorrow but despair."

In the midst of such a scene no lesser grief can prevent our sympathy
with Nature. A calmness, a benevolent disposition seizes us with sweet,
insinuating power. The very brute creation seems sensible of these
beauties; there is a species of mild cheerfulness in the face of a lamb
which I have but indifferently expressed in a corner of my paper, and a
demure, contented look in an ox, which, in the fear of expressing still
worse, I leave unattempted.

Business calls me away. I must dispatch my letter. Yet what does it
contain?--no matter. You like anything better than news. Indeed, you
never told me so; but I have an intuitive knowledge upon the subject,
from the sympathy which I have constantly perceived in the taste of
Julia and _cher Jean_. What is it to you or me--

  If here in the city we have nothing but riot,
  If the Spital-field weavers can't be kept quiet,
  If the weather is fine, or the streets should be dirty,
  Or if Mr. Dick Wilson died aged of thirty?

But if I was to hearken to the versifying grumbling I feel within me,
I should fill my paper and not have room left to entreat that you
would plead my cause to Honora more eloquently than the enclosed letter
has the power of doing. Apropos of verses, you desire me to recollect
my random description of the engaging appearance of the charming Mrs.
----. Here it is, at your service:

  Then rustling and bustling the lady comes down,
  With a flaming red face, and a broad yellow gown,
  And a hobbling out-of-breath gait, and a frown.

This little French cousin of ours, Delarise, was my sister Mary's
playfellow at Paris. His sprightliness engages my sisters extremely.
Doubtless they talk much of him to you in their letters. How sorry I am
to bid you adieu! Oh, let me not be forgot by the friends most dear to
you at Lichfield! _Lichfield!_ Ah! of what magic letters is that little
word composed! How graceful it looks when it is written! Let nobody
talk to me of its original meaning,[88] "The field of blood!" Oh, no
such thing! It is the field of joy! "The beautiful city that lifts her
fair head in the valley and says, I _am_, and there is none beside me!"
Who says she is vain? Julia will not say so, nor yet Honora, and least
of all their devoted

  J. André.


LETTER III.

  Clapton, _November 1, 1769_.

My ears still ring with the sounds of "O Jack! O Jack! How do the
dear Lichfieldians? What do they say? What are they about? What
did _you_ do while you were with them?" Have patience, said I, good
people! and began my story, which they devoured with as much joyful
avidity as Adam did Gabriel's tidings of heaven. My mother and sisters
are all very well, and delighted with their little Frenchman, who is
a very agreeable lad. Surely you applaud the fortitude with which
I left you! Did I not come off with flying colors? It was a great
effort, for, alas! this recreant heart did _not second_ the smiling
courage of the _countenance_; nor is it yet as it ought to be, from
the hopes that it may reasonably entertain of seeing you all again
e'er the winter's dreary hours are past. Julia, my dear Julia, gild
them with tidings of our beloved Honora! Oh, that you may be able to
tell me that she regains her health, and her charming vivacity! Your
sympathizing heart partakes all the joys and pains of your friends.
Never can I forget its kind offices, which were of such moment to my
peace! _Mine_ is formed for friendship, and I am blessed in being able
to place so _well_ the purest passion of an ingenuous mind! How am I
honored in Mr. and Mrs. Seward's attachment to me! Charming were the
anticipations which beguiled the long tracts of hill, and dale, and
plain that divide London from Lichfield! With what delight my eager
eyes _drank_ their first view of the dear spires! What rapture did
I not feel on entering your gates! in flying up the hall steps! in
rushing into the dining-room! in meeting the gladdened eyes of dear
Julia and her enchanting friend! That instant convinced me of the truth
of Rousseau's observation, that "there are _moments_ worth ages."
Shall not those moments return? Ah, Julia! the cold hand of absence is
heavy upon the heart of your poor _cher Jean_. He is forced to hammer
into it perpetually every consoling argument that the magic wand of
hope can conjure up, viz., that every moment of industrious absence
advances his journey, you know whither. I may sometimes make excursions
to Lichfield, and bask in the light of my Honora's eyes! Sustain me,
Hope!--nothing on my part shall be wanting which may induce thee to
_fulfill_ thy blossoming promises.

The happy social circle--Julia, Honora, Miss S----n, Miss B----n,
her brother, Mr. S----e, Mr. R----n, etc., etc.--are now, perhaps,
enlivening your dressing-room, the dear _blue region_, as Honora calls
it, with the sensible observation, the tasteful criticism, or the
elegant song; dreading the iron-tongue of the nine-o'clock bell, which
disperses the beings whom friendship and kindred virtues had drawn
together. My imagination attaches itself to _all_, even the _inanimate_
objects which surround Honora and her Julia; that have beheld their
graces and virtues expand and ripen--my dear Honora's--from their
infant bud.

The sleepy Claptonian train are gone to bed, somewhat wearied with
their excursion to Enfield, whither they have this day carried their
favorite little Frenchman, so _great_ a favorite; the parting was quite
tragical. I walked hither from town, as usual, to-night; no hour of
the twenty-four is so precious to me as that devoted to this solitary
walk. O my friend! I am far from possessing the patient frame of mind
which I so continually invoke! Why is Lichfield an hundred and twenty
miles from me? There is no _moderation_ in the distance! Fifty or sixty
miles had been a great deal too much, but _then_ there would have been
less opposition from _authority_ to my frequent visits. I conjure you,
supply the want of these blessings by frequent _letters_. I must not,
will not ask them of Honora, since the use of the pen is forbid to her
declining health; I will content myself, as usual, with a postscript
from her in your epistle. My sisters are charmed with the packet which
arrived yesterday, and which they will answer soon.

As yet I have said nothing of our journey. We met an entertaining Irish
gentleman at Dunchurch, and, being fellow-sufferers in cold and hunger,
joined interests, ordered four horses, and stuffed three in a chaise.
It is not to _you_--I need not apologize for talking in rapture of an
higgler whom we met on our road. His cart had passed us, and was at a
considerable distance, when, looking back, he perceived that our chaise
had stopped, and that the driver seemed mending something. He ran up
to him, and with a face full of honest anxiety, pity, good-nature, and
every sweet affection under heaven, asked him if we wanted anything;
that he had plenty of nails, ropes, etc., in his cart. That wretch of a
postillion made no other reply than "We want nothing, master." From the
same impulse the good Irishman, Mr. Till, and myself, thrust our heads
instantly out of the chaise, and tried to recompense to the honest
creature by forcing upon him a little pecuniary tribute. My benevolence
will be the warmer, while I live, for the treasured remembrance of this
higgler's countenance.

'I know you interest yourself in my destiny. I have now completely
subdued my aversion to the profession of a merchant, and hope in time
to acquire an inclination for it; yet God forbid I should ever love
what I am to make the object of my attention!--that vile trash, which
I care not for, but only as it may be the future means of procuring
the blessing of my soul. Thus all my mercantile calculations go to
the tune of _dear Honora_. When an impertinent consciousness whispers
in my ear that I am not of the right stuff for a merchant, I draw my
Honora's picture from my bosom, and the sight of that dear talisman so
inspirits my industry that no toil appears oppressive.

The poetic talk you set me in is a sad method. My head and heart are
too full of other matters to be engrossed by a draggle-tailed wench of
the Heliconian puddle. I am going to try my interest in Parliament.
How you stare!--it is to procure a frank. Be so good as to give
the enclosed to Honora; _it_ will speak to _her_. And do _you_ say
everything that is kind for me to every _other_ distinguished friend of
the dressing-room circle; encourage them in their obliging desire of
scribbling in your letters, but don't let them take Honora's corner of
the sheet.

Adieu! May you all possess that cheerfulness denied to your _cher
Jean_. I fear it hurts my mother to see my musing moods, but I can
neither help nor overcome them. The near hopes of another excursion to
Lichfield could alone disperse every gloomy vapor of my imagination.
Again, and yet again, adieu!

  J. André.

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 86: name of kindness, by which Mr. André was often called by
his mother and sisters, and generally adopted by the persons mentioned
in these letters.]

[Footnote 87: The trees in the cathedral-walk in Lichfield.]

[Footnote 88: _Field of blood._--Here is a small mistake. Lichfield is
not the field of blood, but "the field of dead bodies," alluding to
the battle fought between the Romans and the British Christians in the
Diocletian persecution, when the latter were massacred. Three slain
kings, with their burying-place, now Barrowcop Hill, and the cathedral
in miniature, form the city arms. Lich is still a word in use. The
church-yard gates, through which funerals pass, are often called
Lich-gates, vulgarly Light-gates.]



INDEX.


    A

    Adams, Alice, Hale's affianced, 21 (_note_).

    Alexander, William, Lord Stirling, 71 (_note_).

    American army on Manhattan Island, condition of, 11;
      on Harlem Heights--perils menacing the, 12.

    American cause, gloomy prospects for the, 79.

    Anderson, the fictitious name of Major André, 65.

    André, John, birth, parentage, education, and family of, 37;
      at Lichfield with Anna Seward, 38;
      personal appearance of--betrothed to Honora Sneyd--paints a miniature
      portrait of her--correspondence of, with Anna Seward, 40, 41;
      enters the British army--alleged presages of his death, 42, 43;
      goes to America--his observations there, 43, 44;
      made a prisoner, exchanged, and promoted by General Howe, 44, 45;
      social position of, in Philadelphia, 45, 46;
      writes "Yankee Doodle's Expedition to Rhode Island"--aide-de-camp to
      General Clinton, 61;
      genius of, displayed--goes with Clinton up the Hudson River, 62;
      letters of, to Mrs. Benedict Arnold, 63;
      secret correspondence of, with General Arnold, 65;
      a spy at Charleston--made adjutant-general of the British forces
      in America, 66;
      writes "The Cow-Chase," 68;
      at a dinner-party given by Colonel Williams--sadness of, 80;
      sings a campaign song--important mission of, 81;
      meets Arnold near Haverstraw--goes to Smith's house--bargain with
      Arnold, 83, 84;
      attempts to return to New York through the American lines--disguise
      of, 84;
      conceals papers received from Arnold in his boots--journey of, toward
      New York, 85;
      arrest of, 86;
      suspected of being a spy, 87, 88;
      tries to bribe his captors--taken to an American post, 88;
      confession of, 91;
      letter of, to Washington, 91-93;
      sent to West Point, 97;
      sent to Tappaan in charge of Major Tallmadge, 97, 98;
      sympathy for, 99, 105, 106;
      effect of the news of capture of, 99;
      trial and sentence of, 100, 101;
      exertions to save the life of, 101;
      letter of, to Washington, on the mode of his death, 102;
      letters of, to friends--drawings of, 103 (_note_);
      execution of, 103-105;
      monument in honor of, in Westminster Abbey, 106;
      remains of, removed to the abbey, 106 (_note_);
      place of execution of, marked by memorial-stones, 108, 109.

    André Brook, the, 117.

    Arnold, Benedict, life of, in Philadelphia--charges against, 63;
      urges an investigation, 64;
      treasonable correspondence of, 64, 65;
      secret correspondence of, with Major André--disguised handwriting
      of, 65;
      in command at West Point, 78;
      tries to meet André in disguise, 79;
      plans of, for consummating treason, 83, 84;
      meets André near Haverstraw, 83;
      takes André to Smith's house--finishes his bargain to betray his
      country--gives André important papers, 84;
      receives notice of the arrest of André, 93;
      hurried interview with his wife--escapes to the _Vulture_--patriotism
      of his barge crew, 94;
      attempts to arrest, 96;
      impudent letter of, to Washington, 101 (_note_).

    Arnold, Mrs., distress of, 94;
      Washington's kindness to, 96.

    Austin, Henry, designer of the Hale Monument at Coventry, 27.


    B

    Babcock, J.S., poetic tribute of, to the memory of Nathan Hale, 29.

    Boothby, Sir Richard, a literary friend of Anna Seward, 38.

    Boudinot, Elias, concerning the arrest and execution of André, 99.

    British army near New York, condition of the, 11.

    Buchanan, James, assists in the removal of André's remains to
    England, 108.


    C

    Caldwell, Rev. James, 77 (_note_).

    Captors of André, 85;
      rewarded, 89.

    Carleton, Governor of Canada, 43.

    Cathcart, Captain, and Miss Eliot, 51 (_note_).

    "Cedars, The," and the Widow Chichester, 16.

    Chichester, the Widow, and the Tories, 16.

    Clinton, Sir Henry, 43;
      succeeds Howe, 46;
      in command of the British army--flight of, across New Jersey--fights
      at Monmouth Court-House, 60;
      headquarters of, at New York, 61, 62, 83;
      letter of, to Washington--André's letter to, 101.

    Court of inquiry in the case of André, 100.

    "Cow-Chase, The," a satire by Major André, 67-78.

    Cunningham, William, character of, 24 (_note_), 25.


    D

    Darwin, Erasmus, 38.

    De Lancey, Oliver, assists André in art-work--marries Miss Franks
    56 (_note_).

    Demorest, Rev. John, assists at the disinterment of the remains of
    Major André--silver cup sent to, by André's sisters, 108.

    Depew, Chauncey M., oration by, at Tarrytown, 121.

    D'Estaing, with French fleet, goes to Rhode Island, 61.

    Dobb's Ferry, 84;
      conference at, 101.

    Dream, a singular, concerning André, 42.


    E

    Edgeworth, Richard Lovell, marries Honora Sneyd, 38, 41.

    Eliot, Miss, and Captain Cathcart, 51.


    F

    Field, Cyrus W., erects a memorial-stone at the place of André's
    execution, 109-115;
      proposes to erect a monument in memory of Nathan Hale at his own
      expense, 113, 114;
      letter of, on the subject, to the New York Historical Society, 114;
      contribution of, to the Hale monument at Coventry, 114;
      generous designs of, for the benefit of the Rockland County
      Historical and Forestry Society, 118.

    Finch, Francis M., poem on Nathan Hale by, 29.

    Fort Hale, 28.


    G

    Gibbs, George, epitaph for Hale's tomb, written by, 84.

    Grey, General, marauding expedition of, to New Bedford, 61.

    Greene, General Nathanael, in command at Tappaan, proclaims Arnold's
    treason, 98.

    "Gustavus," the fictitious name of Arnold, 61.


    H

    Hale and André, character and motives of, iv.

    Hale, Edward Everett, 4.

    Hale, Enoch, 4.

    Hale, Nathan, childhood and youth of--personal appearance and vigor
    of--enters Yale College, 4;
      Dr. E. Munson's recollections of, 5;
      letter of, to Dr. Munson, 6 (_note_);
      a school-teacher at East Haddam and New London, 7;
      patriotism of, aroused--speech of, 8;
      a volunteer soldier at the siege of Boston--patriotism
      displayed--commissioned captain--daring feat of, at New York, 9;
      generosity of--in the battle of Long Island and the retreat--illness
      of, 10;
      volunteers for the secret service, and resists the dissuasions of his
      friends--ideas of, concerning secret service, 14, 15;
      receives instructions from Washington--departure of, on secret
      service, 15;
      goes to Long Island and enters the British camps in disguise--methods
      of, as a spy, 16;
      arrest of, 17;
      character of, discovered, 18;
      at General Howe's headquarters at the Beekman mansion--confined in a
      greenhouse, 19;
      interview of, with General Howe, 20;
      treatment of, by Cunningham, 21, 22;
      last words of, 23;
      place of execution of, 23 (_note_);
      execution of--sympathy for--neglect of memory of, 24;
      memorials of, 25;
      monument erected in memory of, 27, 28;
      poem written concerning, 27-31;
      and André compared, 31;
      proposed monument in memory of, at New York--statue of,
      contemplated, 33;
      epitaph for tomb of, 34;
      monument to, proposed, 111, 113, 114.

    Hale, Richard and Elizabeth, parents of Nathan Hale, 3.

    Hayley, Thomas, an English poet, 38.

    Hamilton, Alexander, 73, 93, 96, 100, 102.

    Harrison, Richard, 73 (_note_).

    Hempstead, Stephen, 15.

    Hillhouse, James, a classmate with Hale, 7.

    Howe, General William, succeeded by Sir Henry Clinton, 46;
      _fête_ given in honor of, 46-59;
      estimate of the character of, 59.

    Hull, Lieutenant William, and Nathan Hale, 14.

    Huntington, Rev. Dr., fits Hale for college, 4.

    Husted, General James, marshal at the dedication of the monument at
    Tarrytown, 121.

    Husted, Dr. Nathaniel C., author of a "Memorial Souvenir," 121.


    I

    Irvines, the two, 71 (_note_).


    J

    Jameson, Lieutenant-Colonel, and Major André, 90.

    Johnson, Jeremiah, concerning the place of Hale's execution, 23.


    K

    Knowlton, Lieutenant-Colonel, and Nathan Hale, 13;
      death of, 16 (_note_).


    L

    Lafayette with Washington at West Point, 93.

    Laurance, John, Judge Advocate-General, 100.

    Lawrence, William, 21 (_note_).

    Lee, Charles, and Colonel Hamilton, 73 (_note_).

    Lee, Henry ("Legion Harry"), 67.

    Lee, James, marks the spot where André was executed, 108, 110;
      statue of Washington in New York, 108 (_note_).

    Lionian Society of Yale College, 29.

    Livingston, Susannah, 77 (_note_).


    M

    Memorial-stone near Tappaan, unveiling of the, 113;
      description of, and inscription upon the, 115;
      what the stone commemorates, 116, 117;
      attempts to destroy the, 117-119.

    Military execution, method of, 23 (_note_).

    Mischianza, the, description of, by Major André, 46-58;
      criticism of the, 59;
      the, deplored, 60.

    Monmouth, battle of, 60.

    Munson, Dr. Eneas, relates his personal recollections of
    Nathan Hale, 5.

    Monody on Major André, 135.

    Murray, Robert, Washington at house of, 12.


    N

    Neutral ground, the, and its inhabitants, 85.

    New York City, great conflagration at, 20.


    O

    O'Donovan, sculptor, author of a statue at Tarry town, 121.


    P

    Paulding, John, a captor of André, 85-89.

    Philadelphia, British army in, and its demoralization, 45;
      flight of British from--American troops and Congress enter, 60.


    R

    Raymond, Henry J., oration of, at Tarrytown, 31-33.

    Reed, General Joseph, and General Arnold, 63.

    Ripley, Eleazar, 21 (_note_).

    Robertson, General, and General Greene at Dobb's Ferry--bears a letter
    from Arnold to Washington, 101.

    Robinson, Beverly, letter of, 64;
      and André and Arnold, 79;
      with André on the _Vulture_, 81;
      letter of, to Washington, 95.


    S

    Samson, Ezra, 7.

    Seward, Anna, literary friends of, 38;
      biographical sketch of, 125;
      Major André's letters to, 152.

    Seward, Rev. Thomas, father of Anna Seward, 38.

    Smith, J.H., and Arnold and André, 82-84.

    Sneyd, Honora, betrothed to André, 40;
      marries Richard Lovell Edgeworth, and death of, 41.

    Sparks, Dr., on André, 64.

    Spies, character of, defined, iii.

    Sprague, Rev. W.B., 68.

    Stanley, Rev. Arthur Penrhyn, Dean of Westminster, visits the place of
    André's execution, 110;
      writes an inscription for a memorial-stone placed on the spot--letter
      to Mr. Whittemore concerning the inscription, 112;
      inscription by, 115.

    Stuart's biography of Hale, 28.


    T

    Tallmadge, Benjamin, and Nathan Hale, at college, 7;
      pronounces André a spy, 90;
      custodian of and frank conversation with André, 98.

    Tappaan, allusion to, in "The Cow-Chase," 69;
      André taken to, 99;
      André executed near, 103;
      memorial-stone near, erected by Mr. Field, 113;
      indignation meeting at, 119.

    Tarrytown, monument at, 119-121.

    Thacher, Dr., on André's execution, 105, 106.

    Tilden, Samuel J., presides at the dedication of a monument at
    Tarrytown, 121.


    U

    Union Grammar-School at New London taught by Hale, 7.


    V

    Van Wart, Isaac, a captor of André, 85-87.

    _Vulture_, the, sloop-of-war, bears André up the Hudson River, 81.


    W

    Washington asks and receives instructions from Congress, 11, 12;
      at Murray's house, 12;
      instructions of, for obtaining information, 12;
      calls a council of war--desires a trustworthy man for secret
      service, 13;
      in conference with French officers, 79;
      at West Point and Arnold's quarters--discovers Arnold's
      treason--kindness to Mrs. Arnold, 96, 97.

    Watson, J.F., and relics of the _Mischianza_, 48 (_note_).

    Wayne, General Anthony, expedition of, 67.

    Webb, Colonel Charles, 9.

    West Point, surrender of, contemplated, 67;
      and arranged for, 79, 80.

    Wharton, Thomas, house of, the scene of the _Mischianza_, 46.

    Whittemore, Henry, and the Field memorial-stone at Tappaan, 111-113.

    Willard, Solomon, architect of the Bunker Hill Monument, 27.

    Williams, David, a captor of André, 85.

    Williams, Colonel, gives a dinner-party to Sir Henry Clinton, 80.

    Windt, John de, 99 (_note_).

    Wood, E.S., sculptor, 34 (_note_).

    Wright, Ansel, Hale's trusty servant, 15.


    Y

    "Yankee Doodle's Expedition to Rhode Island," by André, 61.

    Yerks, John, a captor of André, 85.

    York, Duke of, causes the remains of André to be removed to England,
    106 (_note_);
      sends a snuff-box to Rev. J. Demorest, 108.

    Monody on Major André, 135.

    André's letters to Miss Seward, 152.


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