“Life, however, was not extinct.  And after the ruffians had retired, Crosby in a measure came to himself; but months passed away before he was able to resume the business, in which he had been engaged.  Indeed, after this period, less was required.  The long and bloody contest was in a measure drawing to a close.  Liberty, for which so many had fought and bled, was destined to take up her delightful abode on the American soil.

“But had the same necessity existed, it was apparent that Crosby must be released.  It was becoming dangerous for him to be seen abroad.  He was known to many, to whose capture he had been directly instrumental.  Such were of course bitter against him, and needed only an opportunity to wreak their vengeance upon him.  Yet he continued with the army some time longer.  At length his time of service expired, upon which he returned to South-East, where he still lives.”

William.  “What! alive yet, father?”

Gen. P.  “Yes, still living, and enjoying the pleasant reflection that millions are freemen, whom he helped to make free—­but who, without his labours, and those of kindred spirits, might this day be doing homage to British power.”

THE END.