Susan F. Craft
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Gen. Washington, many years after the end of the war, on a visit to Camden, inquired for the grave of De Kalb. After looking on it awhile, with a countenance marked with thought, he breathed a deep sigh, and exclaimed, "So there lies the brave De Kalb; the generous stranger who came from a distant land to fight our battles, and to water with his blood the tree of our liberty. Would to God he had lived to share with us its fruits!"

DeKalb's exit was marked with unfading glory, and his distinguished merit was gratefully acknowledged by Congress, in ordering a monument to be erected to his memory.


Some time previous to the evacuation of Charlestown, Colonel Menzies, of the Pennsylvania line, received a letter from a Hessian officer within the garrison, who had once been a prisoner, and treated by him with kindness, expressing an earnest desire to show his gratitude, by executing any commission with which he would please to honor him. Colonel Menzies replied to it, requesting him to send him twelve dozen cigars; but, being a German by birth, and little accustomed to express himself in English, he was not very accurate in his orthography, and write "sizars."

"'Twas no sooner said than done; "twelve dozen pairs of scissors were accordingly sent him, which, for a time, occasioned much merriment in the camp, at the expense of the Colonel, but no man knew better how to profit from the mistake. Money was not at the period in circulation; and by the aid of his runner, distributing his scissors over the country, in exchange for poultry, Menzies lived luxuriously, while the fare of his brother officers was a scanty pittance of famished beef, bull-frogs from ponds, and cray-fish from the neighboring ditches.


A soldier of General Marion's brigade, named Levingstone, an Irishman by birth, meeting with an armed party, on a night profoundly dark, suddenly found a horseman's pistol, applied to his breast, and heard the imperious command --Declare, instantaneously, to what party you belong, or you are a dead man." The situation being such as to render it highly probable that it might be a British party, he very calmly relied, "I think, sir, it would be a little more in the way of civility if you were to drop a hint, just to let me know which side of the question you are pleased to favor." "No jesting," replied the speaker, "declare your principles, or die." "Then --" rejoined Levingstone," I will not die with a lie in my mouth. American to extremity, you spalpeen; so do your worst and ----to you." "You are an honest fellow," said the inquirer; "we are friends, and I rejoice to meet a man faithful as you are to the cause of our country."

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