Francis Marion, Chapter III, Campaign of 1781, part 1

The year 1781 commenced under auspices more propitious than those of the last year. The British had exercised so much oppression and rapacity over all those who would not join them, and so much insolence over those who did, and were in the least suspected, that the people of South Carolina found there was no …

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Federalist No 41, General View of the Powers Conferred by The Constitution

For the Independent Journal Saturday, January 19, 1788 To the People of the State of New York: THE Constitution proposed by the convention may be considered under two general points of view. The FIRST relates to the sum or quantity of power which it vests in the government, including the restraints imposed on the States. …

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The Death & Last Will of Congress

From Diary of the American Revolution, Vol II.  Compiled by Frank Moore and published in 1859. January 19.—Yesterday, in the evening of the lustre of their wretchedness, departed this life, to the great grief of all wicked men, their most exalted Excellencies the Congress of America; and about midnight their remains were deposited in a …

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Frances Marion, Personal Correspondence, Jan. 1781

Gen. Marion to Capt. John Postell. Goddard’s Plantation,1 Pedee, Jan. 19, 1781. Dear Sir, I send Lieut. King with fifteen men, to reinforce you. I would have all the flats and boats you can collect, loaded with rice, and sent to Mr. Joseph Allston’s plantation, on Bull’s creek, to the north of Pedee, where there is …

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Furgler the Hermit

From Diary of the American Revolution, Vol II. Compiled by Frank Moore and published in 1859. January 20.—Yesterday, died, in the sixty-sixth year of his age, Francis Furgler, the hermit, who existed alone twenty-five years, in a thick wood about four miles from Burlington, in New Jersey, through all the inclemencies of the season, without …

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