  In humblest vales the patriot heart may glow. J. T. Fields. At the time Colonel Watson, the commander of a corps of regulars and tories, was making inroads upon the Pedee, he pitched his tent one night near the house of a widow named Jenkins, and took up his own quarters under her roof. Learning, in the course of the evening, that she had three sons fighting under General Marion, he commenced the following conversation with her: "So, madam, they tell me you have several sons in General Marion's camp; I hope it is not true." She said it was very true, and was only sorry that it was not a thousand times truer. "A thousand times truer, madam!" replied he, with great surprise, "pray what can be your meaning in that?" "Why, sir, I am only sorry that in place of three, I have not three thousand sons with General Marion." "Aye, indeed! well then, madam, begging your pardon, you had better send for them immediately to come in and join his majesty's troops under my "Why, sir, you are very considerate of my sons; for which, at any rate, I thank you. But, as you have begged my pardon for giving me this advice, I must beg yours for not taking it. My sons, sir, are of age, and must and will act for themselves. And as to their being in a state of rebellion against their king, I must take the liberty, sir, to deny that." "What, madam! not in rebellion against their king? Shooting at and killing his majesty's subjects like wolves! don't you call that rebellion against their king, madam?" "No, sir, they are only doing their duty, as God and nature commanded them, sir." "The d——l they are, madam!" "Yes, sir, and what you and every man in England would glory to do against the king, were he to dare to tax you contrary to your own consent and the constitution of the realm. 'Tis the king, sir, who is in rebellion against my sons, and not they against him. And could right prevail against might, he would as certainly lose his head as ever king Charles the First did." |
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