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tion. My Imagination faw all the inviting 

 forms of fuccefs before them. I obferved them 

 in battle, on the oppofite fide of the Atlantic 5 

 felt honoured in their bravery ; hailed them 

 vidorious, and, crowned with the laurels they 

 had won, re-conduded them, in fafety, to 

 their home, and their friends. 



Yet the bright pidure was not without its 

 fliades : reftlefs fancy went on to bufy herfelf 

 in gloomy comparifons, in painful contrafts> 

 and afflidting reverfes ! Viewing the bril- 

 liancy, the order, and the comfort of a do- 

 meftic camp, in the peaceful fields of England, 

 Ihe called up ideas of a confufed and tumul- 

 tuous encampment upon the enemy's foil, 

 threatened by the approach of a daring foe, 

 routed by blood-thirfty cohorts, or ftormed 

 by a horde of mercilefs brigands ! Next ap- 

 peared the dire confufion of battle, the diftrefs 

 of defeat, and the dread effedts of panic, with 

 all the horrid fcene of bleeding wounds, 

 dying groans, and mangled bodies, and, ftill 

 w^orfe than thefe, were pidured the fatal ills 

 of climate yellow-fever opened her all* 



