The British were to march out of their encampment with the honors of war, and ground their arms by order of their own officers. They were not to be detained as captives, but be permitted to return to England, and not serve again during the war, unless exchanged. The number of men received in surrender to the United States was 5791. Besides this, the United States received an immense park of brass artillery, 7000 stand of arms, clothing for seven thousand recruits; with tents, and great quantities of ammunition, and other military stores. Some few exchanges of officers were effected. An effort was made to exchange Maj. Ackland for Col. Ethan Allen, then held in rigorous confinement in New York, but the British commander, Lord Howe, refused the proposal. Maj. Ackland was then exchanged for Maj. Otho Holland Williams, of Rawling’s rifle corps, who, after a brave resistance, was wounded and made prisoner at Fort Washington, in 1776, and had since suffered severely in his captivity. Some time after the fall of Charleston, Gen. Phillips was exchanged for Gen. Lincoln. Congress, fearful that good faith would not be kept relative to the soldiers not being employed again in the war, did not permit the British soldiers to embark for England. They were detained till after the close of the war. When information was received of the surrender of Burgoyne and his army, Congress passed a vote of thanks to Gen. Gates, and the troops under his command, and ordered a gold medal to be struck in commemoration of the event, and presented to him in the name of the United States. I have some valuable original documents, throwing strong light upon the history and the men of this eventful period, which I may submit in a second paper. * * * * * THE ORIOLE’S RETURN. Hast thou come back, loved oriole, Thy stay has been so long, To flit among the garden flowers, And cheer me with thy song. Yes, yes, my pretty oriole, Thou’st left thy distant bowers, And come to make thy dwelling-place, In this green land of ours. For cheerful spring, my oriole, Returns to us again, And soon shall summer’s balmy breath Spread fragrance o’er the plain. The fields that late, dear oriole, Were white with fleecy snow, Are green, and the refreshing breeze Has bid the fountains flow. And budding shrubs, sweet oriole, Bedeck this blooming scene, And the wide-spreading willow Is clothed in living green. Then with thy mate, my oriole, Come sit upon this tree, And tune thy gay and lively notes, So long unheard by me. And there, my gentle oriole, From thy long journey rest, Then to the drooping branches, love, Suspend thy downy nest. For all is beauteous, oriole, Around, beneath, above, And little birds are warbling, Far in the waving grove.