Richmond Palladium

A New-England matron,--I send you, gentlemen, an anecdote, which I think should be preserved as illustrative of the resolute characters of the first mothers of New-England. If I mistake not, the stroke of moral solemnity which it exhibits was from a matron of a family of which one of you is a descendant. The anecdote is doubtless true, and is worth a place in history.

Yours, a. D.

When Baker, one of the Green Mountain corps was taken, the associates learning the fact, assembled in Bennington, at house of Fay, one of their number. Mrs. Fay was sitting at her work, her face turned from the party who were deliberating the question whether it were best to attempt his rescue. For a moment despondency seized even this resolute band. The night was intensely cold--their number few, and the sheriff's posse large, and besides, so far advanced already in the way toward Albany that there was no probability they could overtake them if they attempted. Mrs. Fay rose from her seat--turned and faced them, indignation in her eye, and reproof upon her tongue. "How often," said she, "have I witnessed you, on this spot, join your hands and solemnly swear to stand by each other to the death! and now, the very first time you are called on to act, when one of your brothers is dragged away to execution, you are afraid of numbers! and it is cold is it? I would to God I were a man!"

The party sprung upon their feet--cried out to horse! mounted, rode like spirits of wind and overtook and rescued Baker near Lansingburg.--N. Y. Mirror.