Sergeant Knapp.—Return to Newburgh.—Departure for Fishkill.— Return of the Commander-in-chief's Guard
quite active and clear respecting the war-scenes of his youth. He delights "to fight his battles o'er again," and is pleased when,
"With cherub smile, the prattling boy,
Who on the vet'ran's breast reclines.
Has thrown aside the favorite toy,
And round his tender finger twines
Those scattered locks, that, with the flight
Of ninety years are snowy white;
And, as a tear arrests his view,
He cries, 'Grandpa, what wounded you?' "