she reached her brother's house, where the keg was deposited; but, for some unknown cause, they did not molest her, until she re-appeared with the article under her arm. Probably divining the nature of her burden, they discharged a volley as she was running towards the gate; but the whizzing balls only gave agility to her feet, and herself and the prize were quickly safe within the gate. The result was that the soldiers inspired with enthusiasm by this heroic adventure, fought with renewed courage, and, before the keg of powder was exhausted, the enemy raised the siege. [48] We learn, from Withers, that Miss Zane has since had two husbands. The name of the second was Clarke, a resident of Ohio. She was living, not long since, near St. Clairsville. A BENEVOLENT WIDOW Charity ever Finds in the act reward. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. Several years ago, a poor widow had placed a smoked herring,--the last morsel of food she had in the house--on the table for herself and children, when a stranger entered and solicited food, saying that he had had nothing to eat for twenty-four hours. The widow unhesitatingly offered to share the herring with him, remarking, at the same time, "We shall not be forsaken, or suffer deeper for an act of charity." [Illustration: THE WIDOW AND HER SON.] As the stranger drew near the table and saw the scantiness of the fare, he asked, "And is this all your store? Do you offer a share to one you do not know? Then I never saw charity before. But, madam, do you not wrong your children by giving a part of your morsel to a stranger?" "Ah," said she, with tears in her eyes, "I have a boy, a darling son, somewhere on the face of the wide world, unless Heaven has taken him away; and I only act towards you as I would that others should act towards him. God, who sent manna from heaven, can provide for us as he did for Israel; and how should I this night offend him, if my son should be a wanderer, destitute as you, and he should have provided for him a home, even as poor as this, were I to turn you unrelieved away!" The stranger whom she thus addressed, was the long absent son to whom she referred; and when she stopped speaking, he sprang from his feet, clasped her in his arms, and exclaimed, "God, indeed, has provided just such a home for your wandering son, _and has given him wealth to reward the goodness of his benefactress_. My mother! O, my mother!"[49] [49] Abridged from Cyclopedia of Moral and Religious Anecdotes. ANNE FITZHUGH. Who shall find a valiant woman? The price of her is as things brought from afar. PROVERBS. 'T is the last Duty that I can pay to my dear lord. FLETCHER.