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THE LADIES' DIADEM.

PICTURE OF A REVOLUTIONARY MOTHER.

This is my own, my native land.-SCOTT.

True wit is nature to advantage dressed.-POPE.

MRS. ELIZA WILKINSON resided during the Revolution on Yonge's island, thirty miles south of Charleston, South Carolina. She was a cheerful, witty and accomplished young widow, and a keen sufferer on account of her whig principles. Her letters, arranged by Mrs. Gilman, and published several years ago, afford a panoramic view of many dark scenes at the gloomiest period of American history, and beautifully daguerreotype her own pure and patriotic heart. A single extract will show her character. She visited the city of Charleston soon after its surrender, and witnessed the departure of her exiled friends. Referring to matters about that period, she

writes:

"Once I was asked by a British officer to play the guitar. "I cannot play; I am very dull.'

"How long do you intend to continue so, Mrs. Wilkinson ?" "Until my countrymen return, sir!'

"Return as what, madam ?-prisoners or subjects?'

666 As conquerors, sir.'

"He affected a laugh. You will never see that, madam!' "I live in hopes, sir, of seeing the thirteen stripes hoisted once more on the bastions of this garrison.'

"Do not hope so; but come, give us a tune on the guitar.' "I can play nothing but rebel songs.'

"Well, let us have one of them.'

"Not_to-day-I cannot play-I will not play; besides, I suppose I should be put into the Provost for such a heinous crime.'

"I have often wondered since, I was not packed off, too; for I was very saucy, and never disguised my sentiments.

"One day Kitty and I were going to take a walk on the Bay, to get something we wanted. Just as we had got our hats on, up ran one of the Billets into the dining-room, where we were. "Your servant, ladies.'

"Your servant, sir.'

"Going out, ladies?'

"Only to take a little walk.'

"He immediately turned about and ran down stairs. I guessed for what. He offered me his hand, or

rather arm, to lean upon.

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"Excuse me, sir,' said I; 'I will support myself if you please.'

"No, madam, the pavements are very uneven; you may get a fall; do accept my arm.'

"Pardon me, I cannot.'

"Come, you do not know what your condescension may do. I will turn rebel!'

"Will you?' said I, laughingly—' Turn rebel first, and then offer your arm.'

"We stopped in another store, where were several British officers. After asking for the articles I wanted, I saw a broad roll of ribbon, which appeared to be of black and white stripes.

666 Go, said I to the officer who was with us, and reckon the stripes of that ribbon; see if they are thirteen!' (with an emphasis I spoke the word)-and he went, too!

"Yes, they are thirteen, upon my word, madam.'

was

"Do hand it me.' He did so; I took it, and found that it

narrow black ribbon, carefully wound round a broad white. I returned it to its place on the shelf.

"Madam,' said the merchant, you can buy the black and white too, and tack them in stripes."

"By no means, sir; I would not have them slightly tacked, but firmly united. The above mentioned officers sat on the counter kicking their heels. How they gaped at me when I said this! But the merchant laughed heartily."

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