From the Saturday Courier.
The Mechanic Hero Of BRANDY


Wine.
Pnunnncc of Lhs RerOlu'ton.
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lBY GEO LlPPARD ESQ j


Near DIiwoth corner, at the time OF
the Revolution, there stood quiet cottage,
somewhat retired from the road, under the
shade Of a stout chestnut tree. Ii was
dlet Cottage nesting away there in one
corner of the forest road, dear home IN
the wilderness. with sloping roof, walls of
dark grew stone, and a easement hIddea
among vines and flIwers.


Oa one side, amid an interval Of the Tor
est trees. was seen the rough outline of
bIacksmith's shop. There was small
garden in front, with a brown gravelled
walk, and beds of wild flowers.


Here, At the time o the Revolution, there
dwelt stout blacksmith. his young wife
and her babe. What cared that black.
smith, working away there in that shad-
owy nook of the forest for war What
feard he for the peril Of :he times, SD long
ns his strong arm, ringing that hammer
on The anvil, might gaia bread for his wife
and child


All. he cared little for war. he took III
tie note Of the pauic that shook the valley
when some few mornings before the battle
olthe Brandywine. while shoeng The
horse of Tory Refugee. he overheard a
plol for the surprise aud capture oil wash
Ington.-The American leader was 10 De
luIed into the foi,s Of the Torres hrs per>
son once in the British camp, the English
Gene cal might send the Traitor Washing
ton" home. 10 Ire tried in London.


Now our blacksmith, working away
there IN that dim nook OF the forest, without
care for battle or ~ar, had still sneaking
for this Mister Washington. whose name
hung on the lips Of all men,. So one night
bidding his young wife has'y goodbye
and kissed the babe that Ieposed on heI
bosom, smiled as it slept, he hurried away
10 the American camp, and told his story &c
Washington.


1t was morning ere he came back Il
ives in the dimness of the autumnal NOR
ming, that the Blacksmith was plodding his
way along The forest road. Some few pa
ees ahead there was an aged oak. standing
out into The road. a grim old veteran of the
forest, tha, had stood the shocks Of three
hundred years. Right beyond that oak
was the blacksmith's home.


With this thought warmiog his heart ne
hurried on. He hurried on. thinking q
The calm young face and mild blue eyes
OF that wife. who. The night before hAC
$1,000 In the cottage door, waving niu ou
ofsight with beconed good.bye-ihinkin:
Of the baby that lay smiling as it slept up
on her bosom. he hurried on. he turned the
bend Of the wood, he looked upon hi
home.


An what sight was there


Where, the night before. he had len
peaceful cottage. smiling under greer
chesnui tree, in the light of the setting sun
now was only heap OF black and smo
king embers and a burnt and blasted tree


This was his home


And there stood the blacksmith, gezlni
upon that wreck Of his hearthstone Their
ne stood with folded and moody brow; ou
In moment smile broke over his face


He saw il all. In the nigh. his hom
had taken FIRE. and been burned to cinders
But his wife. his child. had escaped. Fo
las hs thanked God.


With Iha toll Of his sicut arm. plying
on lhe anvii. he would build fairer hom'
lcF lis wife and child, fresh flowers shouh
eioom over ,he garden walks, and NOR
: e'Feiy vines trail Glong the easement.