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Howe to witness the discomfit of the youthful gen-
eral, whom he was to ship to
England.
At
Chestnut Hill they were to meet the
American party after its rout; but they listened in vain for the sound of cannon, and at noon
Grant came in sight with only his own detachment.
Lafayette had been surprised and his direct communication with Valley Forge cut off; but a lower ford called
Matson's, which was nearer to
Grant than to him, remained unoccupied.
Sending small parties into the woods, to present themselves as the heads of attacking columns, he had deceived his antagonist, and crossed the ford while
Grant was preparing to give battle.
Wayworn and crestfallen,
Howe returned to the city.
On the twenty-fourth he gave up to Sir Henry
Clinton the command of an army which excelled in discipline, health, and alertness.
Of the officers who attended him to the place of embarkation, the most gallant shed tears at the parting; and
Knyphausen, from deep emotion, could not finish the address which he began in their name.
Brave and an adept in military science,
Howe had failed in the conduct of the war from sluggish dilatoriness, want of earnest enterprise, and love of the pleasures which excite a coarse nature.
On landing near
Bunker Hill he had sufficient troops to have turned the position of the
Americans; but he delayed just long enough for them to prepare for his attack.
He was driven out of
Boston from his most unmilitary neglect to occupy
Dorchester heights which overlook the town.
He took his troops in midwinter to the bleak, remote, and then scarcely inhabited
Halifax, instead of sailing to
Rhode Island,