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Alive, and liftening to the whifper'd groan 

 Of other's woes, unmindful of her own. 

 One fmiling boy, her laft fweet hope, flic warms, 

 Hufh'd on her bofom, cradled in her arms. 

 Paughter of woe ! ere morn, in vain carefs'd, 

 CJung the cold babe upon thy milklefs breaftj 

 With feeble cries thy lafl fad aid requir'd, 

 Stretch'd it's fliff limbs, and on thy lap expir'd ! 

 Long, with wide eye-lids, on her child fhe gaz'd, 

 And long to heav'n their tearlefs orbs (he rais'd ; 

 Then, with quick foot and throbbing heart, Ihe found 

 Where Chartreufe open'd deep his holy ground j 

 Bore her laft treafure through the midnight gloom, 

 And kneeling dropp'd it in the mighty tomb. 

 " I follow next !" the frantic mourner faid, 

 ,And living plung'd amid the fettering dead. 



It appears to the author of this memoir, 

 that, in the above folemn, great, and im- 

 preffive epifode, only two words, an epithet 

 and it's fubftantive, " ebon cars," could be 

 changed to advantage. Ebony has a gloffy 

 and polifhed black, and is therefore of un- 

 fuitable refemblance to that vehicle of hor- 

 ror. Then amid the dreadful truths of the 



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