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The sturdy farmers joined forces with the regular soldiers. For a time the battle was fierce. The enemy were soon compelled to retreat, but not before they had burned the village, including the church. Chaplain James Caldwell was in the hottest of the fight. "Seeing the fire of one of the companies slacking for want of wadding, he galloped to the Presbyterian meeting house nearby, and rushing in, ran from pew to pew, filling his arms with hymn books," wrote Headley, in "Chaplains and Clergy of the Revolution." "Hastening back with them into the battle, he scattered them about in every direction, saying as he pitched one here and another there, 'Now put Watts into them, boys.' With a laugh and a cheer they pulled out the leaves, and ramming home the charge did give the British Watts with a will."

The story has been attractively told by Bret Harte: "... Stay one moment; you've heard Of Caldwell, the parson, who once preached the Word Down at Springfield? What, no? Come-that's bad; why, he had All the Jerseys aflame!

Of the 'rebel high priest.' He stuck in their gorge, For he loved the Lord God And they gave him the name and he hated King George! "He had cause, you might say! When the Hessians that day Marched up with Knyphausen, they stopped on their way At the 'farm,' where his wife, with a child in her arms, Sat alone in the house. How it happened none knew But God and that one of the hireling crew Who fired the shot! Enough!-- there she lay, And Caldwell, the chaplain, her husband, away! "Did he preach-did he pray? Think of him as you stand By the old church to-day-think of him and his band Of military ploughboys! See the smoke and the heat Of that reckless advance, of that straggling retreat! Keep the ghost of that wife, foully slain, in your view- And what could you, what should you, what would you do? "Why, just what he did! They were left in the lurch For the want of more wadding. He ran to the church, Broke down the door, stripped the pews, and dashed out in the road With his arms full of hymn-books, and threw down his load ACROSS THE JERSEYS WITH PATRIOTS 141 At their feet! Then above all the shouting and shots Rang his voice, 'Put Watts into 'em! Boys, give 'em Watts.' "And they did. That is all. Grasses spring, flowers blow Pretty much as they did ninety-three years ago.

You may dig anywhere and you'll turn up a ball- But not always a hero like this--and that's all."

The battle of Springfield is not named among the important battles of the Revolution, but it had a special meaning to the people of all that region, for it taught them that the enemy, who had been harassing them for months, was not invulnerable. From that day they took fresh courage, and their courage increased when they realized that the British would not come again to trouble them.

After the burning of the Springfield church, the pastor, Rev. Jacob Vanarsdal, gathered his people in the barn of the parsonage. Later the building was ceiled and galleries were built.

For ten years the barn was the home of the congregation, but in 1791 the building was erected which is in use to-day.

FOUR: RAMBLES ABOUT THE CITY OF BROTHERLY LOVE In that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters, Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle, Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded. There all the air is balm, and the peach is the emblem of beauty, And the streets still re-echo the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested. There from the troubled sea had Evangeline landed, an exile, Finding among the children of Penn a home and a country. There old Rene Leblanc had died; and when he departed, Saw at his side only one of all his hundred descendants. Something at least there was in the friendly streets of the city, Something that spake to her heart, and made her no longer a stranger; And her ear was pleased with the Thee and Thou of the Quakers, For it recalled the past, the old Acadian country, Where all men were equal, and all were brothers and sisters. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.

FOUR: RAMBLES ABOUT THE CITY OF BROTHERLY LOVE