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diers to seize him, but the populace interfered, and a tumult ensued, during which a well-directed arrow from the bow of Tell struck the tyrant to the heart, and obtained for the patriotick hero the honourable appellation of Deliverer of his Country

THE FIELD OF BATTLE.

THE sun had disappeared beneath the flood, ,
The watchful sentinels, with weary tread,
Measured the waning of the day of blood,
And careless trod among the unburied dead.

2. The grass is wet, but not with wholesome dew;
Its verdure blushes deep with human gore ;
And friends and foes promiscuously strew
This silent bed, at enmity no more.

3. How few, of all who met with deadly zeal,
Knew well the causes of conflicting pride!
How fewer still could personally feel
The hatred which has laid them side by side !

4. I pity such by hard condition led
To be the passive instruments of power ;
Who sell their lives and liberty for bread
To satisfy the cravings of an hour.

5. No one so mean of all the brave who die,
But calls some sympathizing sorrow forth;
Small is the share of grief that ineets the eye,
Unnoticed falls the tear for humble worth.

6. Few see the father bending o'er the son,
The sole, sad prop on which his age depended;
The helpless widow wandering alone,
And thousand houseless orphans unbefriended.

7. O, could the wail of orphans reach his ear,
Or could he feel a parent's agony,
And see the widowed mother's hopeless tear,
The sure and dreadful price of victory;

8. O, could the ambitious once approach, and view
The desolation his ambition made,
Methinks some milder method he'd pursue,
And quit for ever war's unhallowed trade.

9. O, when will justice guide, and wisdom light,
And mercy to the great her rays impart!
A splendid victory proves no conqueror right,
And worlds could never heal one broken heart.

10. What is a nation's honour, if the price
Is individual peace and happiness?
And what is glory, if her temple rise
Upon the base of national distress?

11. Then, if the certain fruits of war are wo,
And the destruction of domestick bliss,
Ungathered let the warriour's laurels grow;
They must be poisonous in a soil like this.

INSINCERITY IN CONVERSATION. MUCH has been written on the art of translating from foreign languages, both dead and living; but I do not recollect that any one has expressly written on the subject of translations from our own language, and the common conversation of life.

2. I have often remarked how useful it would be, in our intercourse with men, if we could discover the real meaning of those who speak or write to us; not that people do not know how to express their sentiments, but because they wish to be unintelligible.

3. To prevent being deceived in this manner, it is very necessary to translate what men say into what they think. Í do not profess, however, to be skilled in this science, and shall therefore, only point out a few general precepts, and explain them by examples.

4. Thus, whenever a man speaks against his own interest, and, with affected modesty, áccuses himself of some defect, be on your guard against him; for, you may depend upon it, there is something in his conversation to be translated.

.5. Great compliments, protestations of esteem, and eulogiums upon your merit, mean, in other words, that you are necessary to him who flatters you, and that he is about to ask some favour of you.

6. In general, the good which is said of others stands in need of some explanation or commentary; but it is not sowith

the good a man says of himself; his only fear is, that he may not be sufficiently explicit. The majority of females would be indignant at the flattery which is lavished upon them, if they had been accustomed, from their youth, to translate it into its true meaning.

7. One man is nominated to some publick office to which another is aspiring, who accuses him of incapability and dishonesty; but, should he talk whole hours in this strain, his conversation may be translated by one word, envy.

8. In fine, I would recommend to all persons who wish to know the truth, not to rest satisfied with the literal expression, but translate, translate ; and recollect, that the obvious sense is not always the true one. Happy, indeed, are those friends, who can converse intelligibly together, and stand in no need of a translation,

THE YANKEE IN ENGLAND. SELECTED, BY PERMISSION, FROM SCENES IN THE DRAMA OF GEN

ERAL HUMPHREYS,

Enter Doolittle alone. Doolittle. OH, Doolittle, Doolittle! you have brought your pigs to a fine market. Now I guess you'd better staid at hum with mother. She telld you all about the perils of the salt sea, but you would'nt believe her. No, no; you were too plaguy knowing for poor mother; and you e'en-a-most broke her heart, you know you did : (sobbing) yes, yes; you were a nation deal wiser than brother Jonathan and all the rest on 'em. Oh, Doolittle! Doolittle! what will become of you next? In strange parts; all in tatters; without a copper, or a cent. Where to git a day's work or a meal's victuals is more than I know. But there's no use in being dumpish and downish. I'll boost my sperits up a leetle higher, as the boys do when they go through the burying yard alone in a dark night. (Whistles the tune of Yankee doodle.)

Enter General Stuart. Gen. You belong to this house, young man, don't you? Doo. No; I guess I belong to America, when I'm at hum.

Gen. You did'nt exactly comprehend my meaning, but it is of no consequence. But, as you belong to America, and I

am acquainted there, I make free to inquire in what part you were born ? Doo. Do

you

know where New-Haven is?
Gen. Yes.
Doo. Well, I was not born there.
Gen. Why did you ask the question then ?

Doo. Becaise my daddy was; but afore I was born, he moved up country.

Gen. But what town gave you birth ?

Doo. Nun, I vum ; I was born in the woods, as they tell me; for I dont remember nothing about it myself.

Gen. But where do they say you were born ?

Doo. Sumwheres in Varmount, between Brattleboro' and Bennington ; as the Indian said, he was born at Nantucket, Cape Cod, and all along shore.

Gen. Why, young man, you seem to have some mother wit.

Doo. I count, if I had any of my own, I should'nt have been ketch'd here.

Gen. What! not homesick, are you?

Doo. I guess I be, for I feel pretty slim. (Sobbing.) But how to git hum is the divil on't.

Gen. Why, how did you get here?

Doo. By water. Did you think I cum to an island by land ?

Gen. I mean, what brought you ?

Doo. A vessel, I vum. It would have been a tuff pull to swim three thousand miles.

Gen. But what kind of a vessel ?
Doo. A man of war, I spose.

Gen. You have not the air of a mariner ; were you bred to the sea? I wish to know your adventres, and how you calculated to get a living?

Doo. Why, I had some leetle sort of a knack at the coopering business. So I heerd them folks who carry it on in the West-Indies died so fast, it was a good trade to live by. And so I counted I should stand as good a chance as others.

Gen. And did you turn sailor to get there?

Doo, Not at first, for I know'd I could not climb up to the tip top of the mast, without being boosted over the lubber hole, as they tarm it; so I agreed to work my passage by cooking for the crew, and taking care of the dumb critters.

Gen. Dumb creatures ! of what articles was your lading composed ? live stock ? lumber?

Doo. Yes ; horses, hogs, staves and hoop-poles, with divers bail goods, sich as buckets, pails and sugar boxes. Moreover,

long sairse and short sairse, consisting of a variety of leetle notions, sich as ingyons, parsnips, butter, candles, soap and ile.

Gen. A singularly well-assorted cargo ! Did you arrive there safe?

Doo. No; I guess we did'nt.
Gen. Why not?

Doo. Why, when we had got near our journey's eend, (to which, by the way, I never did git) first cum the Mounsheers, and began to pillage our necessaries, sich as gin and gingerbread, hang 'em.

Gen. And what came next?

Doo. Next? A British midsheepman, so tarmed. And so says he to me, says he, seeing your name is not on the list, among the clean or unclean beasts, I shall make bold to take you for his majesty's sarvice.

Gen. Did your captain make no opposition to their taking his people away?

Doo. Opposition! What could the captain deu, when they turned right at us their great black guns ? Says they, cum teu, or we'll sheute. Sheute and be darned, if you dare, says the captain, but if you spill the deacon's ile, I'll make you reu it. And when they got abord, says they, we want none of your pork and lasses, but we will have that likely British boy, meaning me, whose name is not on your shipping papers, and who has no legal pertection. Says , I won't stir a step; but I guess I was forc'd teu ; for they got me so tight in their limboes and bilboes, that when I got my body loose, I looked nation poorly a lengthy while arterwards.

Gen. Then they pressed you?

Doo. Yes, and squeezed me teu. But I bawled as bad as I could, and telled them it was a tarnation shame to treat a true-born yankee in that sort of way; but they did not mind it any more than they deu what the parson says in a gale of wind, as soon as the storm is over.

Gen. Well, it is all over, and you are in a safe harbour

now.

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