“General Howe had judged this man from a wrong point of view, or he would hardly have intrusted such an important post as Trenton to him. He was formed for a soldier, but not for a general. At the capture of Fort Washington he had gained much honor while under the command of a great general, but he lost all his renown at Trenton where he himself was general. He had courage to dare the hardiest enterprise; but he alone wanted the cool presence of mind necessary in a surprise like that at Trenton. His vivacity was too great; one thought crowded on another so that he could come to no decision. Considered as a private man, he was deserving of high regard. He was generous, open-handed, hospitable; never cringing to his superiors, nor arrogant to his inferiors; but courteous to all. Even his domestics were treated more like friends than servants.” The loyal corporal, too, contributes his mite of praise to his dying commander. “In his last agony,” writes the grateful soldier, “he yet thought of his grenadiers, and entreated General Washington that nothing might be taken from them but their arms. A promise was given,” adds the corporal, “and was kept.” Even the satirical lieutenant half mourns over his memory. “He died,” says he, “on the following evening, and lies buried in this place which he has rendered so famous, in the graveyard of the Presbyterian church. Sleep well! dear Commander! (theurer Feldherr.) The Americans will hereafter set up a stone above thy grave with this inscription: “Hier liegt der Oberst Rahl, Mit ihm ist alles all! (Here lies the Colonel Rahl, With him all is over.)” CHAPTER XLIV. TREATMENT OF THE HESSIAN PRISONERS—THEIR INTERVIEWS WITH WASHINGTON—THEIR RECEPTION BY THE PEOPLE. The Hessian prisoners were conveyed across the Delaware by Johnson’s Ferry, into Pennsylvania; the private soldiers were marched off immediately to Newtown; the officers, twenty-three in number, remained in a small chamber in the Ferry House, where, according to their own account, they passed a dismal night; sore at heart that their recent triumphs at White Plains and Fort Washington should be so suddenly eclipsed. On the following morning they were conducted to Newtown under the escort of Colonel Weedon. His exterior, writes Lieutenant Piel, spoke but little in his favor, yet he won all our hearts by his kind and friendly conduct. At Newtown the officers were quartered in inns and private houses, the soldiers in the church and jail. The officers paid a visit to Lord Stirling, whom some of them had known from his being captured at Long Island. He received them with great kindness. “Your general, Van Heister,” said he, “treated me like a brother when I was a prisoner, and so, gentlemen, will you be treated by me.”