heart-The strings that fix it to my bosom are trembling for her. She glows with a generous love of freedom.-She has been condemned without a hearing. --She was stabbed into resistance. The sword was held to her throat ere she thought of self-defence. Conflagration, famine, and parricide, have entered her late peaceful habitations.--The common bounties of Providence have been denied her.—The blood of citizens, of brothers, and of friends, are flowing in rivers through her streets.

“ I have not, Emma, been one of those who hawk about my principles, and saunter in babbling ignorance from coffee-house to coffee house. I am fixed in my politicks, and think my steady ad. herence to them a part of my religion. Since we are cruelly taught to make a fangu nary mark of diftinction betwixt an Englishman and an American, I own myself the latter, and deplore the infirmities that prevent me from rushing to the field. My child, my child, I know the ruinous rapacity, the murder, the villAINY of this unnatural war. I enter deeply, and pathetically, into every wrong which America sustains. It is the only point wherein I am enthufiatic, and it is the only point where enthusiasm is great and glori. ous ! Do not imagine, rash girl !--monstrous thought! do not DARe to imagine, ungrateful Henry shall ever receive the hand of Emma. Spare me, beloved daughter, in this one part-this sore, this tender part—and in every other, command your father! You owe me this submission, you owe me this FAVOUR, this indulgence. I would have preserved your Hammond, and opposed his entering into this wicked employment, but it was impoffible. High of heart, he scorned to be even tenderly controulled. I endeavoured to win him generously over to an honourable cause. He called it insult, bribery, baseness. The military distration was throbbing in every vein. When I argued, he justified every measure of miniftry. Great Britain, he said, was grossly abusedher lenity (corn. ed-her laws defied-her sublime prerogative contemptuously set at nought. He spoke loud and vehement of American rebellion. The honour of the empire, he said, now depended on the exertion of each individual, and it was the duty of every young man (whom every tie of interest, every bond of loyalty, and every principle of policy called upon) to manifest his zeal, his courage, and his at. tachment. He went on, my child, in all the foaming folly of youth, declaring, that he should account himself base, were he to deny the contribution of his arm. The greater his love for Emma, the nobler his facrifice, he said. He was determined: he had made up his mind: and was resolved to defend his country or gloriously perif in her ruins. I pitied his delirium, yet venerated his ardour. Well directed, of what was it not susceptible! He was above admonition, and kept erring on. In true tenderness to thee, my Emma, I forgot the dignity of age, and even stooped to intercede.

After all my letters to him were in vain, I privately fought a personal interview, but his boiling fpirit took fire. I reluctanily with.irew, and gave up the point.

Oh, Oh, America, thou bleeding innocent, how art thou laden with oppressions ! Oh, my child, my child! Nature, Religion, and Re. ligion's God, are on her fide; and will


take to your arms, and to your embraces, a youth who propensely violates thefe!-a cruel youth whose reeking blade may at this moment smoke with kine dred gore! Tyranny hath not a reserve of barbarity in store. She is exhausted. Your Henry is a volunteer amongft those who, as an acquisition to the British army, have added the tomahawk, the hatchet, and the scalping knife. And will the tender-hearted Emma continue to love such a barbarian ? Away, away, it will not bear a thought ! Banish, obliviate, deteft him. He is in open rebellion against the laws of nature. Let


affections flow into a fairer channel-ah, suffer a parent's hand to pilot them. He has a friend in reserve, my dear-such a friend

4 But tell me that you have resumed yourself. Tell me that you are indeed my daughter. Adieu,

CHARLES CORBETT. 16 To Sir Robert Raymond. 66 YOU force me into a very unwelcome explanation. Unwelcome, because precipitate; and which I designed to have opened at a proper opportunity, in the hour of confidence-however, as the circumstance is thus hastened on, I must suit myself to it.

56 I am not by any means so rich as I was at your departure from this country for India : yet I ain too rich-and Mould think myself so had I only one guinea upon the earth to marry Emma to your fortune to mend mine. I did love Hammond, even with a father's love, and in a legal sense to be his father was my favourite intention. Yet that idea is now, of all others, the farthest from my mind, and never can be revived. It is a little hard, that you have got me into such an exigence as to make it imporfible for me, with any credit, to keep the great secret of my life.

" Henry Hammond is, against all advice, and persuasion, violently attached to those cruel spoilers, who have gone sword in hand into the bowels of a country, where my dear fon has fallen a victim-a country which is most barbarously butchered, and to whose welfare I am bound by ties the most render and interetting: I would reject you, I would reject an Emperor that should pretend to the hand of Emma, and yet facrilegioutly pollute his osun hand, in the life-blood of AMERICA. Oh, thou hapless land! thou art precious to me beyond the breath which I am now drawing ! beyond every hope that I can form on this side-heaven !-beyond my daughter--yes even beyond Emma, because thou art equally the object of my love, and more of my pity! The rapacious Henту is

gune to plunge another poignard in thy bosom?the bolom of my country-the tomb of Emma's brother, and the vault of every generous affection. Nature herself lies bleeding on thy shore, and there the inhuman mother has plunged tře dagger (with her own barbarous hand) into the bowels of her child ! “ But oh, the deep and tremendous restitutions are at hand; I Rr 2


see them, with a prophetic eye, this moment before me. Horrors. Niall be repaid with accumulation of horror. The wounds in America should be succeeded by deep-mouthed gashes in the heart of Britain! i he chain of solemn consequences advance. Yet, yet, my friend, a little while, and the poor forlorn one who has fought and fallen at the gate of her proper habitation, for freedom

for the comnior privilges of life-for all the sweet and bind. ing prin iples in humanity--for father, fon, and brother-for the cradled infant, the wailing widow and the weeping maid. Ytt, yet, a ligule while and the shall find an avenger. Indigrant nations thall arm in her defence.--Thrones and dominions Thall make ber cause their own, and the fountains of blood which have run from her exhausted veins, shall be answered by a yet ful. ler measure of the horrible effufion. Blood for blood, and defola. tion ior desolation ! O, my poor Edward !my buried property ! —my maslac ed America !

“'You remember it was amongst my first questions that I desired to know your opinion of the war? I received the answer which soothed my heart, and it was not till after that moment, I suffered my full tide of ancient tenderness again to flow,

To Henry I break no promise. Emma's attachment, I think, may be subdued by gentle means. O, if she still unites her heart (even her secret heart) to that voiunteer murderer, these filver hairs fall descend in sudden forrow to the grave. But indeed, I do not apprehend it, She is all duty, She loves the source of her existence, Come then. Discover to her your virtues, and try to save me from the distress of her preferring a rafh boy, who is bent upon destroying those which are so valuable to your CHARLES CORBETT.

" To C, Corbett, Elg. " You astonish me.

I imagined you were, like myself, a citizen of the earth, and of no particular party. For my own part, I have travelled away all enthufiasm of the fort you mention. There is indeed, something like a natural affection, which one bears to the place of one's nativity ; because, there our beings were first linked to the chain of society-there first shot up our ideas--there grew our connexions, our affections, our hopes, and our wishesthere our little loves were first formed, and our little wants first accommodated. It is

upon these accounts that I am more happy to contemplate the scenes of England than those of India that I rate more highly my own than I do a foreign language---that I look with iondest partiality at the spot (which is marked in everlasting traces on the memory) devoted to the pastimes of my infancy, and that I continue fome fort of grateful tendernefs for the very trees, whose fhades so often soothed me in the summer of my childhood, My predilection for my native country, friend Corbett, hath this extent--10 more. It has been my fate to travel-I had al. most said wherever Europeans are dispersed. I have travelled too, where civil society hath yet made ao progress, but I have never travelled (and oh, may I never) where the human face di. vine' did not meet my eye. However varied by colour, by tint, and by feature, I saw enough to discover my kind, and, to acknowledge it. I disputed not about the white or black, the tawny,

or the yellow; nor about the different mixture shade, or distinction of these.-I saw my species; and in this very serious moment I declare to you, that I felt attachment to the ge. neral figures of men and women, wherever I beheld them, even before I knew any thing of their particular difpofitions. In looking more close, I beheld amongst every people, whether savage or civilized, many things to like, and many to dislike : but not one to cut them wholly from my tenderness. Foremost of those points, Corbett, which burt me, were the bickerings that subsisted between one state and another. In passing through a variety of countries, and seeing them all, either engaging, preparing to engage, or healing the wounds of an engagement pall, I began to think the passion for honourable death (i e. cutting throats and lopping limbs for fubfistence or for glory, for pride or pique) was universally peculiar to these ages of iron and steel; till, devoting a cool hour to examine the map of the world, and perceiving that, from the creation (or very soon after) even unto this day, to shed blood in this manner has been the constant practice, I gave up the idea of calling my fellow-creatures cruel or languinary upon this account, and deplored a custom which I could not approve. Yet, in every army are characters to be loved; and the human affections spread themselves, more or less, over every ciime. In considering the causes of wars, between different proportions of the fame species, (of whom numbers without numbers have been slain) I have found them so wretchedly inadequate to the horrible effetts, that I have oftep melted into tears, but never have been inflamed with anger. Tens of thousands, my friend, have been facrificed to the frown of a favourite, the whim of a prince, or the smile of a prostitute. The occafons are contemptible, but the event is murder. What can a good-natured man do, but commiserate the abuse of power, and the madness of anbition? In point of propriety there is feldom a pin to choose on either side, and even when it is Julice herself that draws the sword, and heads the phalanx, the blood of many an innocent is shed in the contest; and in the warmest inoment of success, while Victory is enjoying her jubilee, -if all the milk of human kindness were not drained out of the hero's borom-there is as much cause for him to forrow, as to rejoice. Oh, Mr. Corbett, were he to retire after the shout of acclamation to some quiet folia tude, and there think on the means by which the conquest has been gained-were he to consider, that heaps of his countrymen as well as of the enemy (all of whom were human beings) lie cut to pieces upon the plain--while another heap, yet more to be regretted, are groaning in hospitals--wovid not the laurel wither on his brow? would not the fenfel of rapture be checked, fympathy stream from his eye, and recoiling horror freeze up the blood about his heart? Such are my opinions. I caught them, my friend, from the fountain-head of a most touching experience. They flowed im- : mediately from the wounds of my fellow creatures. Appointed to the office of surgeon, at a period of war, in the earlier part of my life, it was the fortunes of our ship more than once to feel the shocks of public hostility. I had so much business upon my hands that it was almost too much for my heart, At the conclusion of the voyage, an opportunity offered to quit m'cruel station, and I readily embraced it. Since that time I have kept myself unengaged from scenes for which nature did not form me; and I am not of any party. I deteft war, and the thoughts of war, but I fincerely wish well to every human creature. That England is at variance with her colonies is unhappy. In both countries I have friends who are dear to me. In both I have property. But I dare not lean either way, left I should unsettle that fyftem of gencral loving-kindness which, for a great while, has been the basis of my happiness. I afliduously avoid political conversation, and it is a certain prudence in your conduct (which feldom fuffers you to mention these things) that makes me so pleased, my dear Corbett, with your fociety. I am now too far advanced in life to begin the cares of a partizan, but as I have some feelings, I cut out some more conginial employment for them. I love my jeft. I love my friend. I love you ; and I love your daughter. Your ardent principles now convince me, that an alliance with Hammond would be to unite fire with fire: I will therefore rry, for her father's fake, and for mine, how far Eipma

may be brought to like a man of peace. I have only to delire that you will consider me as one who remains neuter upon the same principle that you take a fide, viz. becaufe I think it is right, and because I feel it to be happy. This condition observed, our ancient friendship will stand firm, and I shall ever be, yours,

ROBERI RAYMOND.' And here we snall bring to a fufpenfion at least, our survey of this composition : promising, nevertheless, at a future opportunity, to take up the pen of merited encomium once more, just to introduce to our readers an episode to be met with in these volumes, which our sympathizing hearts assure us is little inferior to the divine story of Le Fevre:--We must however juft observe that the quality of this work ought to be as excellent as they are ; for the dexterity of the printer has been exerted fo adroitly that the quantity of two volumes is run into three,

An Account of forne Particulars relative to the Meeting held at

Pork, on Thursday the 30th of December, 1779. By Leonard Smet, Eją. Becket.



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