tion, but at ten o'clock at night he was punctual to a minute in stepping on the pier on Hudson's river, where he had promised to meet the colonel. Here, he received his final instructions, with a letter to the commandant at Paulus Hook, the military station on the opposite bank in New Jersey. Now we must not conceal from the reader, that William Henleystung by the disgrace of his imprisonment, and the despicable light in which his actions would be viewed by Jeannette-planned a scheme to recover the lost colors of the regiment, which was heartily approved of by the officers, and every means, as far as practicable, placed at his disposal. At Paulus Hook, he exchanged his uniform for plain apparel, and plodded his way on foot through the enemy's territory as a journeyman seeking work, passing through New Brunswick and Princeton-the high road to Philadelphia.

By inquiry, he learned that Captain Henley was residing at the Indian Queen hotel. He offered himself as stable-helper, and was accepted. The renegade's chamber was his next discovery, but to his mortification, he found that Mr. Henley never left. the hotel without locking up his room and carrying with him the key. William's occupation in the stable did not permit him to roam over the house without suspicion and four days passed ere he found a key which unlocked the captain's room. His approaches were necessarily very slow, for he did not dare en

counter the chance of meeting the captain in hall or passage, where he must have passed close to his hated namesake; he dreaded his scrutinizing glance, although he had disguised himself for no one is more acute in remembering features than a military man, unless we except a turnkey.

However, after William had been a fortnight in Philadelphia, the French minister gave a grand ball, and Henley was a guest. Now was the time for action! With the duplicate key he admitted himself into the captain's chamber, locked the door, and forced open the trunks, but without success-the colors he could not find. He searched the bed and bedding, but in vain. What should he do? Had the captain delivered the colors to Congress? No-or it would have been spoken of. Perhaps the traitor feared to hold them in his own possession lest Congress should claim them before he had made his bargain for their delivery for the man was thoroughly mercenary.

Our adventurer next made a hole through the lid and bottom of each trunk with intent to ascertain whether there existed a secret drawer or hiding-place. In his despair a sudden thought struck him. A military cloak, which felt more than usually heavy, he hastily ripped apart from its lining, and behold, the sought-for treasure! Taking off his apparel, he wrapped the colors round his body, redressed himself, locked up the chamber, and stealing away quietly from the Indian Queen, went direct to the banks

of the Delaware. The night was chilly, and the river was partially obstructed with ice; but in imagination he was already at New York, enjoying the smiles of Jeannette, and the praises of his comrades.

He did not dare proceed to the ferry-house, but unmooring a boat from a wharf, he committed himself and his prize to the waters.

It was on Christmas-morn that William Henley entered the barrack-yard at New York, and presented himself to the colonel. A few minutes afterward, the drum beat, the regiment was paraded, and to the astonished and delighted eyes of the corps, the lost colors were unfurled and planted where they had so oft stood-in front of the line.

Henley was restored to the rank of sergeant, with a handsome gratuity from the officers. When the regiment sailed for England, after the ratification of peace, and consequent evacuation of New York, our sagacious adventurer was accompanied by his young wife. Her kinswoman, though regretting her departure, consoled herself that the disgrace which had fallen on the family, by one of its members marrying an uncommissioned officer, would remain comparatively unknown. To the solemn vows which he made at the altar-aided by the judicious advice and kind treatment of the colonel-William owed that he never afterwards forgot himself, and his regiment were ever proud to admit his indispensable services.

It came to the ears of those whom it most con

cerned, that after the first burst of rage at his loss, Mr. Henley admitted that he was served justly, and that he could not conscientiously regret that the colors of the destination.

regiment had reached their proper

The Missionary.

BY MISS SELINA SHERMAN.

BEHOLD him,-heaven-sent to nations rude,-
With prayerful soul, in some sweet solitude :
Ah, why, with softening heart, yet soul serene,
Gazes he thus upon the varied scene?
Has witching mem'ry, with mysterious power,
By song of joyous bird, or sight of flower,
Brought other scenes and other climes to view,
Where sever'd hearts exchanged a last adieu ?-

Though pleasing to his soul the dream of home,
And the sweet memories that with it come,
Now higher cares engross,-to pour the light
Of heaven on lands long veil'd in error's night:
Nor vainly-Lo! where pagan altars rose,
The Christian temple in the sunlight glows,
And those who bow'd to gods of wood and stone,
Bend in thy courts, O God! to thee alone.

Miss Huntington.

(See article, "Moheagan Missions," ante, pp. 81-89.)

BY THOMAS W. RENNE.

FEARLESS of danger as of toil,

She task'd to manly strength her powers, To pour in sorrowing hearts the oil

Of heavenly comfort, and the flowers Of hope o'er bosoms dark to throw, Where hope had ne'er been guest till now.

The Indian-sunk helpless low,

And trembling still in Nature's night—
Felt a strange joy his heart o'erflow,
When, like a form of heavenly light,
With pitying eye, and tuneful tongue,
To his charm'd ear of heaven she sung.

And hovering round his cabin rude
Was e'er her guardian influence felt,
Now luring to the Pure and Good,
While sweetly now an alms it dealt :
Thus ever came her works to bless
And prove her spirit's truthfulness.