of
merriment. A coat, having been thrown on the top of one of the
merlons, was caught by a shot, and lodged in a tree, at which sight a
general peal of laughter was heard. Moultrie sat coolly smoking his
pipe during the conflict, occasionally taking it from his mouth to
issue an order. Once, while the battle was in progress, General Lee
came off to the island, but, finding every thing so prosperous, soon
returned to his camp. The supply of powder which was obtained during
the battle, and which enabled the patriots to resume the fight, was
procured, part from a schooner in the harbor, part from the city.
Unbounded enthusiasm, on the side of the inhabitants, hailed the
gallant defenders of the fort after the victory: Moultrie received the
thanks of Congress, was elevated to the rank of brigadier-general, and
was honored by having the post he had defended called after his name.
A stand of colors was presented, by Mrs. Elliott, to the men of his
regiment, with the belief, she said, "that they would stand by them,
as long as they could wave in the air of liberty." It was in guarding
these colors, and perhaps in the recollection of her words, that the
brave Serjeant Jasper lost his life, subsequently, at the siege of
Savannah.

THE POET'S LOVE.

BY HENRY B. HIRST.

[THE POET COMMUNETH WITH HIS SOUL.]

"Thou hast a heart," my spirit said;
"Seek out a kindred one, and wed:
So passes grief, comes joy instead."

"True, Soul, I have," I quick replied;
"But in this weary world and wide
That other hath my search defied."

"Poet, thou hast an eye to see;
Thou knowest all things as they be;
The spheres are open books to thee.

"Thou art a missioned creature, sent
To preach of beauty--teach content:
In life's Sahara pitch thy tent!

"It is not good to be alone--
Not fit for any living one--
There's nothing single save the sun.

"Beasts, fishes, birds--yea, atoms mate,
Acknowledging an ordered fate:
What dost thou in a single state?"

"O, Soul!" I bitterly replied,
For I was full of haughty pride,
"Would in my birth that I had died!

"I feel what thou hast said is truth;
But I am past the bloom of youth,
And Beauty's eye has lost its ruth.

"I languish for some gentle heart
To throb with mine, devoid of art,
Perfect and pure in every part--

"Some innocent heart whose pulse's tone
Should