[Embrace.
LaRole. Parbleu! it is a littel voman vidout de petticoat. Suppose she take a me von prisonier, O quell disgrâce!
Enter Jasper, Jerry and Peasants.
Jasper. Where is she? where is my daughter?
Christine. My father? I dare not look upon him.
Jasper. Come to my arms, dear wanderer. Could you leave your poor old father thus? You've nearly broke my heart, Christine.
Christine. My sufferings have been equally severe; but do you pardon your child?
Jasper. I do—I do! and further prove my love, by making you happy. Take her, Lenox, she is yours; and never let father attempt to force his child into a marriage which her heart abhors.
Jerry. Well, I vow, Miss Crissy, you look very pretty in pantaloons, and make a fine soger; but after all, I'm glad to have escaped a wife who wears the breeches before marriage—so I consent that you shall have the infantry ossifer, because I can't help it; and so I'll marry Patty, the weaver's daughter, though she can't crack a bottle nor bring down a buck.
General. All things have terminated happily. Our arms have been triumphant, and our gallant soldiers rewarded with the approbation of their country. Love has intwined a wreath for your brows, Lenox, and domestic peace and happiness await you; and when old age draws on apace, may you remember the Plains of Chippewa, and feel towards Britain as freemen should feel towards all the world: "Enemies in war—in peace, friends."