EXPEDITION TO SURINAM. 



103 



" And 'tis mofl true^ while Time's relentlefs hand 

 With fickly gralp drags others to the tomb j 

 The Joldier fcorns to wait the dull commandj 

 ** But fprings impatient to a nobler doom. 



CHAP. 

 XX. 



V 



" Tho' on the plain he lies, outftretch'd and pale, 

 " Without one friend his ftedfaft eyes to dole, 



" Yet on his honour'' d corpfe fhall many a gale 

 " Waft the moift fragrance of the weeping rofc. 



" O'er the dread Ipot the melancholy moon 

 " Shall paufe a while — a fadder beam to Ihed ; 



" And ftarry night amidft her awful noon 



" Sprinkle light dews upon his hallowed head. 



« There too the folitary bird lhall fwell 



*' With long-drawn melody her plaintive throat ^ 



** While diftant echo from relponfive cell 

 " Shall oft with fading force return the note, 



*' Such recompence be valour's due alone.'* 



This being the fecond or third heap of human bones 

 we had met with in our march, I frankly acknowledge 

 did not operate upon me as a ftimulative to engage with, 

 negroes ; yet thefe awful relics fpurred on the common 

 foldiers to take revenge for the lofs of their maffacred, 

 companions. 



Having fo frequently had occallon to fpeak of march-^ 

 ing through a fwamp, it may not be improper to illuftrate 



the. 



