view, the American Quarterly, and the Southern Review, but I am unable to designate particularly her articles.
Her largest work is “The Women of the Revolution,” in three volumes. It has gone through seven or eight editions in two years. In this work she has collected with great zeal, and most abundant success, all the evidences of special patriotism and nobleness exhibited by her own sex during the period that “tried men’s souls.” The facts which she has thus rescued from their traditionary state, and placed on permanent record, make a truly valuable addition to our revolutionary story. They are her own noblest and most enduring monument.
Besides these very interesting volumes, Mrs. Ellet has published still another, called the “Domestic History of the Revolution,” of a character similar to the former in its general tone and point of view, but having a regular and connected narrative, suitable for a text book.
MARY SLOCUMB.
It was about ten o’clock on a beautiful spring morning, that a splendidly-dressed officer, accompanied by two aids, and followed at a short distance by a guard of some twenty troopers, dashed up to the piazza in front of the ancient-looking mansion. Mrs. Slocumb was sitting there, with her child and a near relative, a young lady, who afterwards became the wife of Major Williams. A few house servants were also on the piazza.
The officer raised his cap, and bowing to his horse’s neck, addressed the lady, with the question—
“Have I the pleasure of seeing the mistress of this house and plantation!”
“It belongs to my husband.”
“Is he at home?”
“He is not.”
“Is he a rebel?”
“No, sir. He is in the army of his country, and fighting against our invaders; therefore not a rebel.”
It is not a little singular, that although the people of that day gloried in their rebellion, they always took offence at being called rebels.
