SELECTED MISCELLANYPULASKI.It was at the battle of Brandywine that Count Pulaski appeared in all his glory*As he rode, charging there, into the thickest of the battle, be was a warrior to look upon but once, and never forget.Mounted on a largo l»la#»k horse, whose strength and beauty of shape made you for* | get the plainness of bis caparison. Pulaski himself, with a form six feet in height, mas-siw lt;d»est and limbs of iron, was attired in white uniform, that was seen from afar, relieved by the black clouds of battle, llts face, grim with, the scars, of Poland, was the face of a man who had Seen mu^fa trouble— endured much wrong, it was stamped with an expression of abiding melancholy.— Bronzed in hue, lighted by large dark ojns. with the lip darkened by a thick moustache, his throat and chin were covered with a heavy beard, while his hair fell in raven masses from beneath Lis trooper's caj shielded with a ridge of glittering steel Hi hair aiwl beard were of the same hue.The sword that hung by fits side, fashion cd of tempered Mod, with a hilt of iron, wasone that a rraniar alone could lift.Tt was In this array he rodo to battle, UA lowed by a band of threo hundred men heps, burnt with the scorching of j tropical sun, or hardened by northern snows, here the scars of many a battle. They wermostly .Europeans, some Germans, soonPobndcrs, some deserters from the Britisl army. These were the men to fight. Tlt; be taken by the British would be death, uh death on the gibbet; therefore they fought their best, and fought to the gasp, rath* er than mutter a word about “quarter.**When they charged it was as one non, their three hundred swords Bashing over their heads, against the clouds -of battle.— They came down upon the enemy in terrible silence, without a word spoken, not no aYou could heai^ibc tramp of their steeds, you could hear the rattling of theirscabbards* but that was alLYet when they dosed with the British, you could hear a noise like that of a hundred hammers, beating tkt hot iron on rh* anril You could see Pulaski himself, riding yonder in his white uniform, hie steedrearing aloft, as turning his hea^ o^cr .hisdwtldff he spoke to his men: *'*