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elapsed from the period of his being 
wounded till his death, the anguish 
and torture he endured must have 
been extreme. Yet not a groan, 
not-a complaint escaped his lips, and 
he continued to the last a bright ex- 
ample of patience and fortitude.— 
He thought and talked of nothing 
else, to all around him, but of the 
bravery and heroic conduct of the 
army, -which he said he could not 
‘sufficiently admire. 
A man who had served his 
country in every quarter of the 
globe; who, as a commander, de- 
votes to his troops an attention al- 
most parental; as a soldier, shares 
in all their hardships and all their 
dangers ; who, at an age when he 
might retire from the field crowned 
with glory, comes forth, at the call 
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of his country, a veteran in experi- 
ence, youthful in ardour ; whose 
life is a public blessing, his death an 
universal misfortune, is beyond the 
hackneyed phrase of panegyric.— 
Such a man was Sir Ralph Aber- 
crombie. Dead to his country, his 
name will ever live in her recollec- 
tion. Through his exertions, se- 
conded by the co-operation of those 
he commanded, a nation, long op- 
pressed by a sanguinary war, caught- 
the first glimpse of an honourable 
peace ; and while a grateful people 
bent over the grave of their de- 
parted hero, they beheld the yet 
timid olive, sheltering itself in the 
laurels which encircled his tomb.— 
‘The command of the army now de- 
volved upon major-general Hut- 
chinson.” 
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