FINDING that his ships of war, with all their thunders, had not been able to dislodge them, Gage ordered to their aid 3000 men with a train of artillery, under command of Generals Howe and Pigot. By twelve o'clock they were all safely landed on the Charlestown side, near Bunker's-hill, the destined place of storm. An interesting scene is now about to open for not only the British and American armies from the neighbouring heights, are eagerly looking on; but all the surrounding country, timely alarmed, are running together, in terror, to behold the coming fight. Among the crowding spectators are seen thousands of tender females, with panting bosoms and watery eyes, fixed upon the fields below, anxiously waiting the fate of their Brothers, Fathers, and husbands, After a hurried moment spent in forming, the British troops began to advance in heavy columns, with all the martial pomp of flying colours and rattling drums. At the same time, by order of Gage, the beautiful port of Charlestown, of 300 fine buildings, with a tall steepled church, was wrapped in flames, roaring like distant thunder, and tossed on eddying winds in fiery billows to the clouds-while far and wide, the adjoining plains are covered with British soldiers in crimson regimentals and shining arms, moving on the attack with incessant discharges of muskets and great guns. Close, on the brow of the hill, appears the little fort, dimly seen through smoke, and waved over by one solitary flag, and very unlike to stand the shock of so powerful an armament. But the Americans are all wound up to the height of the enthusiasm of Liberty: and, lying close behind their works, with fowling pieces loaded with ball and buckshot, wait impatiently for the approaching enemy. Their brave countrymen, Putnam and Warren, are in the fort, constantly reminding them of that glorious inheritance, Liberty, which they received from their gallant fathers, and now owe to their own dear children." Don't throw away a single shot, my brave fellow," said old Putnam. "Don't throw away a sin

gle shot; but take good aim: nor touch a trigger, till you can see the whites of their eyes.'

THIS steady reserve of fire, even after the British had come up within pistol-shot, led them to hope that the Americans did not mean to resist and many of their friends on the heights had nearly given up all for lost. But as soon as the enemy were advanced within the fatal distance marked, all at once a thousand trig gers were drawn: and a sheet of fire, wide as the whole front of the breast-work, bursted upon them with most ruinous effect. The British instantly came to a halt-still keeping up their fire-but altogether at random and ineffectual, like men in a panic. While full exposed, within point-blank shot, ranks on ranks fell before the American marksmen, as the heavyeared corn before the devouring hail-storm, when with whirlwind rage it smites the trembling earth, and rushes on, smoking and roaring through the desolated fields. The enemy still maintained their ground like Britons, though all in front was nothing but one wide destructive flash; and nought around but heaps of their shrieking, dying comrades. But in a few minutes the slaughter became so general, that they could stand it no longer, but broke and fled in the utmost disorder, to the shore side; and some even took refuge in their boats! Their officers with some difficulty brought them back to a second charge, when the Americans waiting till they had come up within a few rods of the fort, recommenced their fire, with a mortality which broke and drove them again. Some of the officers attempted to bring them on a third time; but others cried out, "that it was no better than murder!" It is probable they would ha dy have made another effort, had not the generals Clinton and Burgovne, spectators of their defeat, hastened over from Boston with fresh troops to their aid.

THE Americans, being nearly destitute of ammu nition, and attacked by such superior force, were obliged to retreat, which they did in tolerable order, but

not till they had given the enemy, as they mounted the works, their last cartridges, and to some of them the buts of their guns...for want of bayonets. The British, 'tis true, by such great advantage of numbers and weapons, gained the day; but sung no te deum. To have given 1350 men killed and wounded, for a poor ditch of 12 hours labour, seemed to them a bargain hardly worth thanking God for.

AMONG the Heroes whom this day immolated on the altar of Patriotism, was Dr. Joseph Warren, whose memory will be held sacred as long as gratitude or honour live among men. The British lost Major Pitcairn, author of the murders at Lexington a few weeks before!

DURING the autumn and winter of 1775, Washington could effect nothing against the British, but to hold them close confined in Boston, where the scurvy prevailed, and proved very fatal. To remedy this evil, immense quantities of live stock and vegetables were shipped from Britain-5,000 fat oxen; 14,000 sheep...12,000 hogs, with 22,000 pounds sterling worth of sour-crout!!! And nearly the same amount in hay, oats and beans, for a single regiment of cavalry!! "Blessed are the meek!" for they shall save a world of expense.

IN consequence of some disturbances this year, in South-Carolina, in favour of the ministry, Sir Peter Parker was dispatched with nine ships of war, and a large land force, commanded by Clinton and Cornwallis, to make an attempt on Charleston, the capital. Before the ships could be brought to pay their respects to the town, they must, it seems, pass a little fort on Sullivan's Island. This, however, being defended only by raw militia, was hardly looked on as an obstacle. Happily for America, the command of the fort had been committed to general Moultrie; for the chief in command, Gen. Charles Lee, though otherwise brave, was ever in the frights at the thought of a British man of war; and for a general, much too free in lending his fears to others. For, while Moul

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