THE LADIES' DIADEM.

PICTURE OF A REVOLUTIONARY MOTHER.

This is my own, my native land.-SCOTT.

True wit is nature to advantage dressed.-POPE.

MRS. ELIZA WILKINSON resided during the Revolution on Yonge's island, thirty miles south of Charleston, South Carolina. She was a cheerful, witty and accomplished young widow, and a keen sufferer on account of her whig principles. Her letters, arranged by Mrs. Gilman, and published several years ago, afford a panoramic view of many dark scenes at the gloomiest period of American history, and beautifully daguerreotype her own pure and patriotic heart. A single extract will show her character. She visited the city of Charleston soon after its surrender, and witnessed the departure of her exiled friends. Referring to matters about that period, she writes:

"Once I was asked by a British officer to play the guitar. "I cannot play; I am very dull.'

"How long do you intend to continue so, Mrs. Wilkinson?' "Until my countrymen return, sir!'

"Return as what, madam?-prisoners or subjects?'

"As conquerors, sir.'

“He affected a laugh. You will never see that, madam!' "I live in hopes, sir, of seeing the thirteen stripes hoisted once more on the bastions of this garrison.'