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HOW TO WIN A GIRL. 8 “Repel attack by the bayonet only ; not a gun to be fired.” And thus, beneath the midnight stars, ragged and worn, Scant. of provisions, scant of powder, marched onward the Forlorn Hope of our country! Calnt as the Zeus of the an- cient Greeks, moved the Pater Patria at their head, The mind shudders to contemplate what we and ours might have been but for that midnight march. The strategy of Washington had been complete. The In- tercepted Dispatches entirely misled Sir Henry Olinton, and he learned his mistake only when the thunders of Yorktown awoke him to the truth, and the shame of the discomfited Cornwallis told that the struggle of seven long years had cul- minated in triumph to the rebels. CHAPTER XI. LOVE-MAKING BY PROXY. Mr. De Wirr was by no means pleased at the hurried . manner in which his daughter had taken leave of their guest, on his way to join the royal army. Leaving her to a leisurely canter however, he lingered behind, going over those elaborate courtesies as we have said, incident. to the times, and repeating again and again, his expressions of good will. “Jf you get veinagual again, colonel, come to us, that's all. My dame will keep your plate on the board till you come back, and as for Midget, she'll ery her eyes out.” The colonel wrung his hand, and shook his head doubtfully. “No? I tell you she shall.” Vinton smiled at the malapropos assertion, but answered, “T fear your beautiful daughter will hardly waste a thought upon her unworthy adinirer. ” “ There it is, colonel—that’s no way to win a girl! Look here; I have been a handsome man in my day, no handsom- er than you, and yet I carried off the belle of New York, the ‘finest girl in the colony. How did I doit? By George! I loved her, to beginwith. I was red and hot if any body looked commiiclbooks.conn