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parties of foldiers In the flreets, are heard to 

 exclaim, — " Ah, poor fellows ! you are going 

 to your laft home ! What puy fuch brave men 

 fhould go to that Wert India grave ! —to that 

 hateful climate to be killed by the plague ! 

 Poor fellows, good bye, farewel ! we fliall 

 never fee you back again !" With luch like 

 accents are the ears of the foldiers inceflantly 

 faluted ; and the hopelefs predidions are 

 loudly echoed, for the word of purpofes, by 

 the defigning, whofe turbulent fpirits would 

 feaft in exciting difcontentment among the 

 troops. 



But, ftrongly as I would condemn every 

 attempt, and every incautlon, which might 

 create even the feebleft ray of terror in the 

 breafts of the foldiers, yet I, cannot but be fen- 

 fiblc, that it is a fervice of imminent danger : 

 and, while I look at thcfe men, in high ad- 

 miration of their intrepid charader, the re- 

 collediori of the general feniation, which 

 prevails refpeding them, fteals upon me, 

 and my bofom heaves a filent pang in the 

 confciouihefs that a great majority of them 

 will never return. Still I would hope that 



