LENOX. No, not so; your image is too forcibly impressed here to need so dull a monitor. But I ask it to reciprocate--wear this for my sake [_Gives a miniature._], and think of him who, even in the battle's rage, will not forget thee. [_Bugle sounds at a distance._] Hark! 'tis a bugle of our army. [_Enter a SOLDIER, who delivers a letter to LENOX and retires--LENOX opens and reads it._] "The enemy, in force, has thrown up entrenchments near Chippewa; if your wounds will permit, join your corps without delay--a battle is unavoidable, and I wish you to share the glory of a victory. You have been promoted as an aid to the general for your gallantry in the last affair. It gives me pleasure to be the first who announces this grateful reward--lose not a moment. Your friend, MANDEVILLE." I must be gone immediately. _Enter JASPER and JENKINS from the cottage._ JASPER. Ah! Lenox, my boy, good morning to you. Why Christine, you have had a long ramble with the invalid. CHRISTINE. Lenox leaves us immediately, dear father; the army is on the march. JASPER. Well, he goes in good time, and may success attend him. Ods my life, when I was young, the sound of the drum and fife was like the music of the spheres, and the noise and bustle of a battle was more cheering to me, than "the hunter's horn in the morning." You will not forget us, Lenox, will you? LENOX. Forget ye? Never--I should be the most ungrateful of men, could I forget that endearing attention which poured oil into my wounds, and comforted the heart of a desponding and mutilated soldier. No, Jasper, no; while life remains, yourself and daughter shall never cease to live in my grateful remembrance. [_CHRISTINE and LENOX enter the cottage._ _Pastoral Music.--Peasants are seen winding down the mountains, headed by JERRY, dressed for a festive occasion, with white favours, nosegays, &c._ JERRY. Here I am, farmer Jasper--come to claim Miss Crissy as my wife, according to your promise, and have brought all my neighbours. How do you do? JASPER. Well--quite well--and these are all your neighbours? JERRY. Yes--there's Bob Short, the tanner; Nick Anvil, the blacksmith; Patty, the weaver's daughter--and the rest of 'em; come here, Patty, make a curtchey to the old soger--[_PATTY comes forward._]--a pretty girl! I could have had her, but she wanted edication--she wanted the airs and graces, as our schoolmaster says. JASPER. Well, farmer, you are an honest man, but I fear my Christine will not approve this match, commenced without her advice, and concluded without her consent. Then her education has been so different from-- JERRY. O, fiddle-de-dee, I don't mind how larned she is, so much the better--she can teach me to parlyvoo, and dance solos and duets, and such elegant things, when I've done ploughing. JASPER. But I'm not sure that she will like you.