almost ever so often multiplied rival the strength of
the Parent State.—The following verses, however, ta-
ken from the first book of our Author's Review of the
last War, very sufficiently counterpoise the two incidents
on which he seemeth to lay such peculiar stress.—–
At the 50th verse of the first book, speaking of Ge-
neral Braddock's surprise, he says,

Here stop my muse and drop the pensive tear,
Columba weep, remember, and revere,
Deep in the centre of a devious wood,
Where the lone Ohio rolls her sable flood
A hundred tribes in horrid convert lay,
55 O ! rueful mem'ry of that direful day,
Here, Britain, here, they troops were brave in vain,
They legions ambush'd, and they General slain.

AND after a very lively and pathetick representation
of the distress and consternation which seized the Co-
lonies on that melancholly event, and the tender sym-
pathy and affectionate solitude of the Mother Country,
he gives the following picture of the choice levies she
sent to their relief, who finally conquered French Ame-
erica, and whose valour and good fortune secured these
    Colonies