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woodlands, over plains fpotted with her 

 blood ; and, amid thick fhades, hanging 

 over her young, and weeping her life away. 

 Then, in fucceffive fimile, comes the 

 thrice interefling ftory. An Officer's Wife 

 with her infants, watching,- from a near 

 hill, the battle of Minden, in which her 

 hufband was engaged, is mortally wounded 

 by a random fliot. We find this incident 

 related with fo much pathos as almoft to 

 diffipate the apprehenfion, that Dr. Dar- 

 win's rage for the pi&urefcjue would, in a 

 fubjecT: of genuine intereft for the human 

 paffions, have proved deftruclive to his 

 powers of awakening them. The mourn- 

 ful truth of one line in this epifode ought 

 to fink deep in every human heart, viz. 



The angel Pity fhuns the walks of War. 



Truly honourable is it to the Poets of 



this reign, that the beft of thecn have never 



ftimulated, but, on the contrary, have 



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