"The old local preacher was mingling in a public throng one day with a friend, when they met 'Father T----.' A few words of introduction led to a free conversation, in which the former residence of his wife in the city was mentioned, and allusion was made to her prayer meeting--her former name was asked by 'Father T----;' he seemed seized by an impulse--inquired their residence, hastened away, and in a short time arrived in a carriage, with all his family, at the home of the aged pair. There a scene ensued which must be left to the imagination of the reader. 'Father T----' was the sailor boy of the prayer meeting and the prison. The old lady was the widow who had first cared for his soul." PICTURE OF A REVOLUTIONARY MOTHER. This is my own, my native land. SCOTT. True wit is nature to advantage dressed. POPE. Mrs. Eliza Wilkinson resided during the Revolution on Yonge's island, thirty miles south of Charleston, South Carolina. She was a cheerful, witty and accomplished young widow, and a keen sufferer on account of her whig principles. Her letters, arranged by Mrs. Gilman, and published several years ago, afford a panoramic view of many dark scenes at the gloomiest period of American history, and beautifully daguerreotype her own pure and patriotic heart. A single extract will show her character. She visited the city of Charleston soon after its surrender, and witnessed the departure of her exiled friends. Referring to matters about that period, she writes: "Once I was asked by a British officer to play the guitar. "'I cannot play; I am very dull.' "'How long do you intend to continue so, Mrs. Wilkinson?' "'Until my countrymen return, sir!' "'Return as what, madam?--prisoners or subjects?' "'As conquerors, sir.' "He affected a laugh. 'You will never see that, madam!' "'I live in hopes, sir, of seeing the thirteen stripes hoisted once more on the bastions of this garrison.' "'Do not hope so; but come, give us a tune on the guitar.' "'I can play nothing but rebel songs.' "'Well, let us have one of them.' "'Not to-day--I cannot play--I will not play; besides, I suppose I should be put into the Provost for such a heinous crime.' "I have often wondered since, I was not packed off, too; for I was very saucy, and never disguised my sentiments. "One day Kitty and I were going to take a walk on the Bay, to get something we wanted. Just as we had got our hats on, up ran one of the Billets into the dining-room, where we were. "'Your servant, ladies.' "'Your servant, sir.' "'Going out, ladies?' "'Only to take a little walk.' "He immediately turned about and ran down stairs. I guessed for what.... He offered me his hand, or rather arm, to lean upon. "'Excuse me, sir,' said I; 'I will support myself if you please.' "'No, madam, the pavements are very uneven; you may get a fall; do accept my arm.' "'Pardon me, I cannot.'