342 MEMOIRS Of 



endeavoured to meliorate and abate that 

 belligerent fpirit, always injurious to the 

 true intereft of this country, and fruitful 

 in the extreme of human mifery. A fpirit, 

 by which Britain looks over the Atlantic, 



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fhorn of her continental beams ; a fpirit, to 

 whofe unwarned and perfifting violence in 

 later years, the lives of the foldiery, and 

 the comforts of millions of families, were 

 lavilhed in defiance of the Gofpel, which 

 preaches peace on earth, and good-will 

 towards men. 



But to return to the epifode ; the lifp^ 

 ing boy, on his father's approach. 



Speak low, he cries, and gives his little hand j 

 Eliza fleeps upon the dew-cold fand j 

 Poor weeping babe, with bloody fingers prefs'd, 

 And tried, with pouting lips, the milklefs breaft. 

 Alas ! we both with cold and hunger quake, 

 Why do you weep ? Mamma will foon awake ! 

 She'll wake no more ! the haplefs mourner faid ! 



Nothing can be more natural and more 

 affecting than the ideas in this fpeech of 



the 



