Miss Britton's Poker

The maids of Staten Island wrought havoc among the royal troops who were

quartered among them during the Revolution. Near quarantine, in an old

house,--the Austen mansion,--a soldier of King George hanged himself

because a Yankee maid who lived there would not have him for a husband,

nor any gentleman whose coat was of his color; and, until ghosts went out

of fashion, his spirit, in somewhat heavy boots, with jingling spurs,

often disturbed the nightly quiet of the place.

The conduct of a damsel in the old town of Richmond was even more stern.

She was the granddaughter, and a pretty one, of a farmer named Britton;

but though Britton by descent and name, she was no friend of Britons,

albeit she might have had half the officers in the neighboring camp at

her feet, if she had wished them there. Once, while mulling a cup of

cider for her grandfather, she was interrupted by a self-invited

myrmidon, who undertook, in a fashion rude and unexpected, to show the

love in which he held her. Before he could kiss her, the girl drew the

hot poker from the mug of drink and jabbed at the vitals of her amorous

foe, burning a hole through his scarlet uniform and printing on his burly

person a lasting memento of the adventure. With a howl of pain the fellow

rushed away, and the privacy of the Britton family was never again

invaded, at least whilst cider was being mulled.

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