UC-NRLF B 3 Sfll 523 "^ 7" -N .V-: »>'~><'* -»'-- NO. 4. TALES OF THE REVOLFTir. U^^ nnCE, ONE SIIIIUNG. ASPEB CROWE. BY JOHN H.> MANrUR CHRISTINE,' ""ALDA GREY,"— "THE DESERTER, "HENRI QUATRE; OR. THE DAYS OF THE LEAGUE," &c.. &c., d Fulton strttts SAXTON «& MILES. 203 Broaiwtij GI< A HAM & CHlvISTIE, Asior Hou.fe, Broad.way G. B. ZlEBER & Co.. J.'J?. rOi.'>N, Philaddjtkm. C H BRAhNAKD & Co., SAXTON, PHIUCE, & \'u , J>)RDAN «t (Jo.. ,in^<;i^ii>inttf"' ■■*':^'-?'i^4e-^-5ri'yu# !li^ f^m NOTICE. The favour wiih which *' Christine,"' and "The I^osi :!er," have l. >; received by the Piil)lic, induces the Author to persevtrti ia his original de- sign of issuing a series of narrratives ilhistrative of the Rkvolltion. Each number will complete a narration ; though for the convenience of those who may be desirous of binding the series, the pages will be numbered conse- cutively, and a general title-Jiage furnished with tlie concluding number. [Enthbed, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1643, by William H. Colter, in the Clerk's OHice of the Southern District of Kew York.] JASPER CROWE. CHAPTER L C.PTUN J.B..ONSKY, a Polc by birth, commanded a company in^^Xs.an veganem of ^-P-^!' ^j-^;^/^!^::::! „iliprs in the town of Trenton, on the Dclauare. lie vva> a 5 , ,. .howy officer, a year, or ttiore, on the jnventle ..de of to "lU- thl generaht/of hi. oonntrymet, an excellent itn- ffaiJ-brave, hamlsome, and somewhat reck.es.. At the neriod when our narrative opens— early on Chl^.s,- 1 , '^^f the vear of Grace, one thousand seven htindred '"'l'""°v ,;,v sx a^id of Independence, the primal year-lhe ^Ite^rSiTn^cVlly^halte..^ S;:K:^X Sa:; t^^afv^s or n.;e ,mf«.nce to ll,°siro,iger party-without tnconvemctce to, or c>oud.n„, the ,«iohty men-lf-war «'"> --'"'-^J?:^ Knipslatch, an msmmm ^™ lt:r;,\*d :7ew coppeTcolns, on ccnd.tion of he.ng show. would save hi the way 16 95564.8 194 JASPER CROWE. ■•Thfey- p'&'SsdJ 'tl.'C fpiirket-place, where ihe Hessian nrlillery was deposited, under proteciion from the weather, and turned down a street on the left-hand. Tlie roar of water was now audible ; pleasant to llie ear on a wairn, snmmer night, bnt dis- mal in the extreme, in winter, to a stranger uncertain of the way, uncertain of lodging, or enlertainment. " Is what you call — old Crowe the miser—rich ?" asked the captain, growing weary of the cold, dark street. " Yes, sir !" replied the boy. " And plenty of good Christmas-store in the house?" " No, sir," answered the urchin: "he keeps it so long, that he's obliged to throw it away. Uncle borrowed two score of eggs, and they weie all rotten. Old Crowe wanted the same number of good ones back, and Uncle vvouldn\ do it — so tliey went lo law " " Has Old Crowe any children ?" demanded Jablonsky, lo whom the prospect was gloomy, and who began to waver in his desire of l)eaiuig np the miser's quarters, and to entertain a desire of returning to the guard-house for a guide toKnipslalch's location. " There's Mary Crowe," said the lad ; '' he has no other chil- dren ; and I have not seen her for many days.'* 'J'he prospect of seeing Mary Crowe was rather enticing, as by farther replies, which he drew from the boy, he learned that she was accounted, in the neighboiyhood, a beauty, and that her age did not exceed seventeen. Meanwhile the noise of rushing waters grew louder ; it pro- ceeded fr()m the Assanpink creek, whose stream, after turning a mill, discharges itself into the Delaware, forming a boundary — on the east — to the town of Trenton. Jablonsky now knew his position, as the bridge over the creek was guarded by sentinels from his own company. The boy turned sharply to the right, down a retired street which ran parallel with the Delaware, the murmur of whose rapids, breaking over rocks, near the opposite shore, came feebly lo the car. " That's the house, sir," cried the young guide, pointing to an ancient stone edifice; and runnin