drew back the carbine, he left the bayonet up to the hilt in his back. In this way colonel Gainey rode into town, prodigiously to his own and the mortification of his friends the British and tories. Chapter 17. Spirit of the tories -- assassination of lieutenant Marion -- the murderer murdered -- Marion's reflections on the death of his nephew -- his manner of rewarding extraordinary courage among his men -- sketch of the brave boy Gwinn. "If mortal hands thy peace destroy, Or friendship's gifts bestow, Wilt thou to man ascribe the joy -- To man impute the woe? 'Tis GOD, whose thoughts for wisest ends The human lots dispose; Around thee plants assisting friends, Or heaps chastising foes. Not from the BOW the deaths proceed, But from the ARCHER'S skill, He lends the winged shaft its speed And gives it power to kill." And here I must relate a tragical affair that befell us that day, and which filled us all with grief, because of our beloved general. I mean the barbarous murder of his nephew. Of all men who ever drew the sword, Marion was one of the most humane. He not only prevented all cruelty, in his own presence, but strictly forbade it in his absence. I have known him to talk for a quarter of an hour together, with one of his men, for striking over the head, a horse that had started, and to punish another for taking away from a negro, his ragged chicken. To reason then like men, one would suppose that he was the last person on whom such a cruel blow as the murder of a favorite nephew should have fallen. But thanks to God, for that most comfortable doctrine, that not even a sparrow can die until his death-warrant has been signed in heaven; and, since this young man DID die at that time, there can be no doubt but that was the RIGHT time.