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ON THE DEATH OF GENERAL WOLFE. 



Thy trembling hills, Quebec, when Viftory trod, 

 Shook her high plume, and wav'd her banner broad 5 

 Saw Wolfe advance j heard the dire din of War, 

 And Gallia's genius fhrieking from afar, 

 With fatal hade th' aftonifti'd Goddefs flew, 

 To weave th' immortal chaplet for his brow. 

 Cyprefs fhe gather'd with the facrA bays, 

 And weav'd the afp of Death amorig' the fprays. 

 They fly ! they fly ! th' expiring Hero cried, 

 Hung his wreath'd head $ thank'd the kind Gods, and 

 died. 



Will the reader again extend indulgence 

 to the fpirit of authorifm, tenacious be- 

 neath a fenfe of recent injury ? As in the 

 courfe of this little work it's writer has 

 claimed her own verfes from the fplendid 

 poem fhe analyfed, fo will he now permit 

 her to difclaim other verfes, that, by iingu- 

 lar effrontery (her exiftence confidered) 

 have been printed fince, with her name 

 affixed. In the Spring 1803, fhe fent thefe 

 memoirs to Mr. Johnibn for publication ; 

 ihe now, January 1804, but firft dif- 

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