She respected the men, sympathized with the sacrifices of Washington's little army, contrasted all they endured with the profligacy of the English and Hessian troops, and yet remained loyal to the King's cause.

Even as I hesitated, she spoke again.
"What is your regiment ?" "The 42nd British Foot." "You have not yet been in action in America ?" "No, but I have just crossed the Jerseys with despatches." She shook her head, her cheeks glowing.
"My home was there when the war began," she explained simply.

"Now it is hate, pillage, and plunder everywhere.

We fled to Philadelphia for our lives, and have almost forgotten we ever had a home.

We loyalists are paying a price almost equal to those men with Washington.