be free from galley
or imprisonment.'

After the men had heard what the captain said they became unwilling to
die, and with these honourable terms for surrender they drew back from
Sir Richard and the master gunner. 'The maister gunner, finding himselfe
prevented and maistered by the greater number, would have slaine
himselfe with a sword had he not beene by force withhold and locked into
his cabben.'

Then the Spanish general sent to the 'Revenge' to bring Sir Richard to
his own ship; for he greatly admired his wonderful courage.

Sir Richard told him they might do what they chose with his body, for he
did not care for it; and as he was being carried from his ship in a
fainting state, he asked those of his men near him to pray for him.

He only lived for three days after this, but was treated with the
greatest courtesy and kindness by the Spaniards. He did not speak again
until he was dying, when he said:

'Here am I, Richard Grenville, with a joyful and quiet mind, for that I
have ended my life as a true soldier ought to do, that hath fought for
his country, Queen, religion, and honour. Whereby my soul most joyfully
departeth out of this body, and shall always leave behind it an
everlasting fame of a valiant and true soldier, that hath done his dutie
as he was bound to do.'

_THE STORY OF MOLLY PITCHER_

IT is a strange and interesting thing to see how history repeats itself
in a series of noble and picturesque incidents which are so much alike
that they might be easily mistaken for one another. Perhaps in the years
to come they will be mistaken for one another, and then those learned
scholars who love to deny all the things that are worth believing will
say, as they say now of William Tell and the apple: 'Whenever an event
is represented as happening in different countries and among different
nations, we may be sure that it never happened at all.' Yet to Spain
belongs Augustina, the Maid of Saragossa; to England, brave Mary Ambree;
and to America, Molly Pitcher, the stout-hearted heroine of Monmouth;
and these three women won for themselves honour and renown by the same
valorous exploits. Augustina is the most to be envied, for her praises
have been sung by a great poet; Mary Ambree has a noble ballad to
perpetuate her fame; Molly Pitcher is still without the tribute of a
verse to remind her countrymen occasionally of her splendid courage in
the field.

The Spanish girl was of humble birth, young,