On a green eminence, over which hangs the dark and funereal shade of the
willow, is the grave of this unfortunate soldier; it is a short distance
south and west of the village. "No urn nor animated bust," only a few
rough and unshapely stones, without a word of inscription, and
carelessly laid upon a mound of rudely piled earth, are shown to the
traveller as the spot where rest the remains of poor André.[4]

_Mag. Nat. Hist._

[3] Arnold was a General in the American service, and had
distinguished himself on former occasions like a brave soldier,
an experienced commander, and a sincere citizen; but, like
another Judas Iscariot, he afterwards thought fit to turn
traitor. He deserted to the English as soon as the news reached
him of the apprehension of André (because he knew then that his
name and the plans arranged previously between him and the
British General would be exposed and frustrated,) with the
expectation of receiving _a few pieces of silver_ for
betraying his country. Whatever was his recompense in this way
I know not, but I am certain he was despised as long as he lived,
and his memory will for ever be pointed at as contemptible and
degrading by the people of both nations.

[4] The remains of Major André were lately, by a special request
from the British government to the United States, brought to
England, and placed among the worthies of Westminster Abbey.

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