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found no cause of disappoint-iarn-millions a hero!!" Napoleon ment, or fear, until I read your and Wellington are beroes. !!' Ed.] account of that "invisible being,” HOSPITAL SCENE IN PORTUGAL. called Ariel, and I declare I have From Blackwood's Edinburgh Magasine. not enjoyed one moment's tran

The French army had long suffered terqullity since. What! does that rible privations. We all knew that Mas. creature hear every thing I say ? sena could not much longer retain his poI havė scarcely dared to speak Spaniards all call Wellington,) allowed fasince I heard of him. I used, at mine to do the work of a charge of bayon. evening parties, tea-parties, and lets. Our army was weary of the lines. It every where else, to rattle and despised, and would have gladly marched

felt as if cooped up by an enemy it yet gabble away

like every thing. 1 out to storm the formidable French enused to slander the gentlemen, and campment; and such was the first idea slander ladies, with whose real that struck many of us, when, on the 5th of characters I had no acquaintance; the animating music of the regimental

March, the army was put in motion, and and I am frightened almost to bands, rung throogh the rocky ridges of death to think that he has told you sally understood that the French were in

Torres Vedras. But it was soon univerevery word he heard it." I

full retreat ; there was now no hope of a hope you will not put it down in great pitched battle, and all that I could your “ Papers ;” and I solemnly expect, was that as our army formed part declare, if you will not “ I never

of the advance, we might now and then

have a brush with the rear guard of the will do so again."

French, which was, you know, composed MARIA. of the flower of the army, and commanded

by Marshal Ney, the bravest of the

brave." The Social Companion assures I will give you, in another letter, an ac, the candid and ingenuous Maria, count of the most striking scenes I witnessthat she shall not be exposed, if ed during the pursuit after our ferocious she will keep her vow ; and ex- victory over us, (so they said, and so in ercise her fine talents, in advan- Gallic presumption they probably felt,) cing the happiness, rather than when, some months before, Massena bethe miseries of her associates.

held that army which he threatened to

drive into the sea, frowning on him from P. impregnable heights, all bristling with can.

non. Instead of battle, and conquest, and triumph, they had long remained in hope

less inactivity, and at last their convoys [The reader of the following pa. being interrupted by the guerillas, they thetic description, wbile his borrour had endured all the intensest miseries of will be excited at the awful rarages the soul of the French army was in a burn

famine. Accordingly when they broke up, of war-while he will execrate that ing fever of savage wrath. The consumdiabolical ambition, which leads mate skill of their leaders, and uamitigated crowned heads to make victims of in firm and regular order; and certainly

severity of their discipline, kept the troops their innocent subjects; he will turn, on all occasions, when I had an opportuwith rapturous joy to our beloved nity of seeing the rear guard, its move

ments were most beautiful. I could not Republic, where the sword is never help admiring the mass moving slowly away drawn but in the defence of our Li. like a multitude of demons, all obeying the berties, and in the support of our signs of one master spirit. Call me not illi

beralin thus speaking of our foe. Wait till Rights" One murder makes a vil- you have heard from me a detailed account

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of their merciless butcheries, and then you laugh-You will find, said she, no body will admit that a true knight violates not there to disturb you. the laws of chivalry, in uttering his abhor I followed her advice with a kind of surence of blood thirsty barbarians. The perstitious acquiescence. There was no ditches were often literally filled with clot- reason to anticipate any adventure or danted and coagulated blood, as with mire- ger in the convent; yet the wild eyes, and the bodies of peasants, put to death like the wilder voice of the old crone, powerdogs, were lying there horribly mangled fully affected me, and though, after all, she little naked infants, of a year old or was only such an old woman as one may less, were found besmeared in the mud of see any where, I really began to invest her the road transfixed with bayonet wounds with many imposing qualities, till I found, and in one instance, a child of about a that in a sort of reverie, I had walked up month old, I myself saw with the bayonet a pretty long flight of steps, and was standleft sticking in its neck-young women ing at the entrance to the cloister of the and matrons were found lying dead with convent. I then saw something that made cruel and shameful wounds; and as if some me speedily forget the old woman, though general law to that effect had been pro- what it was I did see, I could not in the mulgated to the army, the priests were first moments of my amazement and horhanged upon trees by the road side. But rour, very distinctly comprehend. no more of this at present.

Above a hundred dead bodies lay and I wish now to give you some idea of a sat before my eyes, all of them apparently scene I witnessed at Miranda de Cervo, on in the very attitude or posture in which the 9th day of our pursuit. Yet I fear they had died. I looked at them at least, that a sight so terrible cannot be shadow- a minute before I knew that they were ali ed out, except in the memory of him who corpses. Something in the mortal silence beheld it. I entered the town about dusk. of the place told me that I alone was alive It had been a black, grim, and gloomy sort in this dreadful company. A desperate of a day-atone time fierce blasts of wind, courage enabled me then to look steadfastly and at another perfect stillness, with far at the scene before me. The bodies were off thunder. Altogether, there was a wild mostly clothed in mats and rugs and tatadaptation of the weather and the day to tered great coats ; some of them merely the retreat of a great army. Huge masses wrapped round about with girdles of straw, of clouds lay motionless on the sky before and two or three perfectly naked. Every us; and then they would break up sud- face had a different expression--but all denly as with a whirlwind, and roll off in painful, horrid, agonized, bloodless. Many the red and bloody distance. I felt myself glazed eyes were wide open ; and perhaps towards the fall of the evening in a state of this was the most shocking thing in the strange excitement. My imagination whole spectacle. So many eyes that saw got the better entirely of all my other fa- not, all seemingly fixed on different obculties, and I was like a man in a grand jects; some cast up to Heaven, some but terrific dream, who never thinks of looking straight forward, and some with questioning any thing he sees or hears, but the white orbs turned round, and deep believes all the phantoms around, with a suuk in the sockets---it was a sort of hosstrength of belief seemingly proportional pital. These wretched beings were mostly to their utter dissimilarity to the subjects all desperately or mortally wounded; and of the real world of nature.

after having been stripped by their comJust as I was passing the great cross in rades, they had been left taere dead, and the principal street, I met an old haggard to die. Such were they, who, as the old looking wretch—a woman, who seemed to hag said, would not trouble me. have in her hollow eyes an unaccountable I had began to view this ghastly sight expression of cruelty-a glance like that with some composure, when I saw at the of madness, but her deportment was quiet remotest part of the hospital, a gigantic and moral, and she was evidently of the figure, sitting covered with blood and al. middle rank of society, though her dress most naked, upon a rude bedstead, with was faded and squalid She told me in his back leaning against the wall, and his broken English,) that I would find comfor- eyes fixed directly on mine. I thought be table accommodation" in an old convent was alive, and shuddered ; but he was that stood at some distance among a grove stone dead. In the last agonies he had of cork trees; pointing to them, at the bitten his under lip almost entirely off, and same time, with her long shrivelled hand his long black beard was drenched in clotand arm, and giving a sort of hysterical ted gore, that likewise lay in large blots on

his shaggy bosóm. I recognized the corpse. loathsome, terrible, ghostlike. Human He was a sergeant in a grenadier regi- nature itself seemed here to be debased ment, and during the retreat, distinguished and brutified. Will such creatures, I for acts of savage valour. One day, he thought, ever live again? Why should killed with his own hand, Harry Warbur- they? Robbers, ravishers, incendiaries, ton, the right hand man of my own com- murderers, suicides, (for a dragon lay pany, perhaps the finest made and most with a pistol in his hand, and his scull shatpowerful man in the British army. My tered to pieces,) heroes! The only two soldiers had nicknamed him with a very powers that reigned here was agony and coarse appellation, and I really felt as if he death. Whatever might have been their and I were acquaintances. There he sat characters when alive, all faces were now as if frozen to death. I went up to the alike. I could not, in those fixed contorbody, and raised up the giant's muscular tions, tell what was pain from what was arm, it fell with a hollow sound, against the , anger-misery from what was wickedness. bloody side of the corpse.

It was now almost dark, and the night My eyes unconsciously wandered along was setting in stormier than the day. A the walls. They were covered with gro- strong flash of lightning suddenly illuminatesque figures and caricatures of the British, ted this hold of death, and for a moment absolutely drawn in blood. Horrid blas- shewed me more distinctly the terrible phemies, and the most shocking obsceni. array. A loud squall of wind came round ties, in the shape of songs, were in like the building, and the old window casement mauner written there ; and you may guess gave way, and fell with a shivering crash what an effect they had upon me, when in upon the floor. Something rose up with the wretchęs.who had conceived them lay an angry growl from among the dead boall dead corpses around my feet. I saw dies. It was a huge dark coloured wolf two books lying on the floor. I lifted them dog, with a spiked collar round his neck ; up., One seemed to be full of the most hi- and seeing me, he leaped towards me with deous obscenity: the other was the Bible! gaunt and bony limbs. I am confident It is impossible to tell you the horrour pro- that his jaws were bloody. I had instinctduced in me by this circumstance. The ively moved backwards towards the door. books fell from my hand. They fell upon The surly savage returned growling, to his the breast of one of the bodies. It was a lair; and in a state of stupefaction. I woman's breast. A woman had lived and found myself in the open air. A bugle was died in such a place as this! What had playing, and the light infantry company of been ju that heart, now still, perhaps only my own regiment was entering the village a few hours before ! I know not. It is with loud hurras. possible love, strong as death-love, guilty, abandoned, depraved, and linked by

ORIGINAL vice into misery-but still love, that perished but with the last throb, and yearned NEW PUBLICATIONS. in the last convulsion towards some one of these grim dead bodies. I think some ELEMENTS OF GENERAL HISTORY, such idea as this came across me at the


&c. time ; or has it now only arisen ?

Near this corpse lay that of a perfect AS mentioned in the last numboy, certainly not more than 17 years of age. There was a littie copper figure of the ber, this truly excellent work has Virgin Mary round his neck, suspended by been recently published in Harta chain of hair. It was of little value, else ford, by Mr.SAMUEL G.GOODRICH. it had not been suffered to remain there.

Professor ALEX. FRAZER TYTIn his hand was a letter ; I saw enough to know it was from his nuother-Mon chere LER, of Edinburgh University, the filx, &c. It was a terrible place to think author of the original publication, of mother-of home of any social human holds a distinguished rank amongst ties---Have these ghastlythings parents, the profound scholars who have once alí happy in peaceful homes? Did given to Edinburgh the appellathese, convulsed, and bloody, and man- tion--METROPOLIS OF SCIENCE gled bodies, once lie in undisturbed beds ?

AND LITERATURE. The publicaDid these clutched hands once press in infancy a mother's breast? Now all was tions issued from the presses of


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that Athens of the globe, within literati, it is clothed in the most
the last quarter of the eighteenth, elegant style of simplicity. The
and first of the nineteenth century, English reader is never perplex-
have excited the admiration of ed with long quotations in Greek,
the reading world. A catalogue Latin, and French, but is con
of them would embrace “The stantly acquiring the treasures of
Circle of the Sciences." Wit- knowledge in his own language.
ness that stupendous work “ The It is sincerely to be lamented that
Edinburgh Encyclopedia—“ An this greatlecturer, had not brought
Essay on Taste," by Professor his lectures down to the com-
Allison Philosophical Essays," mencement of the nineteenth cen-
by Professor Stewart--" The Edin- tury, as the first edition of the
burgh Review," by Professor Play- work is dated 1801.
fair, Jeffray, &c. &c. And al The Rev. THOMAS ROBBINS,
though we cannot patiently en-A. M. of East-Windsor, Connec-
dure their occasional severity ticut, commences bis portion of
against American productions, it the work, where the learned
is by giving ourdays, and ournights professor ends—i. e, at the be
also, to the study of their works, ginning of the eighteenth century,
that we may hope to advance and continues the history to 1815.
the literary reputation of our own The reader will readily discov.

er a striking difference in the
A thorough knowledge of his style of the two authors; but the
tory can be acquired by little less American reader, at least, is much
than a whole life of study; and indebted to Mr. Robbins. His
Professor Tytler must have devo- portion of the work certainly
ted much of his, to this interest- evinces great research; and al-
ing subject. Omitting to say any though his arrangement is differ
thing of the merits of Millot, Ma- ent from that of the learned Pro-
vor, and Bigland, who have pre-fessor, none but those who are
sented the world with General more disposed to discover defects
Histories,” the writer has no hesi- than to credit merit, will pro-
tation in declaring the work un- nounce it injudicious.
der consideration, a most invalua The extensive CHRONOLOGICAL
ble acquisition to the lovers of Table, which closes the volume,
history, The learned author, is worth the price of the whole of
with a brevity unequalled, has, in it. It is hoped that Mr. Good-
a single volume, afforded the rea- rich will be amply rewarded for
der the substance of an ex- publishing this excellent work.
tensive historical library. It may
be called " The Whole in Little.',

be consulted with bound- CATECHETICAL COMPEND OF GENERAL less advantage by all, from the HISTORY, SACRED AND PROFANE &c. President of an University, to the Messrs. Cooke and Hale have humblest seeker after truth. Al- recently pulished a third edition though delivered in the form of of this “ New School Book." Lectures in the presence of the Had Doct. Franklin been well

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acquainted with the various sys-, place, presented the world a voltems in Connecticut, he would ume in "Prose and Verse." It probably have defined it “ A sim- has many admirers. It would be plifying State.”—Government is a digression to say any thing of simplified by Legislators—Law is it in this place, any further than simplified by Judges---Arithmetic to observe, that no Authoress or is 'simplified by Mr. White-and Author, of Connecticut, ever found by this little volume, History is a better reward for genius-dissimplified by Mr. Frederick But- tinguished patrons, and influential ler, A. M.

friends. The author deserves to be Miss Abby H. Sterry, of the ranked amongst the Patrons of same place, is the writer of the Youth. His manner of teaching volume under consideration. It and writing, blends amusement would offend the delicacy of with instruction, and is well cal- the amiable Authoress, to proculated to—“teach the young idea nounce it a work of superlative how to shoot." The reputation merit, nor is the writer disposed of this work is too well established, to be guilty of the offence. But, where known, to be increased considering the advantages she by any remarks that can be made. bas enjoyed, and the circumThe Publishers are certain of an stances under which she wrote, handsome sale, for “years to it may certainly be compared come ;” and it is hoped the in- with many modern productions genious, laborious, and worthy without any disadvantage to it. author, will not be in the situation The poetic part of the volume, of most authors

we think has less merit than that “Who beat the bush while others catch part written in prose; and this is the bird."

easily accounted for-the subjects are too trite. Hundreds, and pro

bably thousands, have written EFFUSIONS, RELIGIOUS,MORAL, AND

some in the finest strains, upon PATRIOTIC, IN PROSE AND VERSE Maternal Love'--The day of

A small volume, of the above Rest - The death of and title, has lately been "printed for Lines’ apon almost every thing. the author," by Mr. Samuel Green

It is to be regretted that Miss of New London.

Sterry attempted to pen a couplet Whether it arises from the ro- for a paragraph upon Autumn, or mantic country--the beautiful any other season- The reader, streams—the majestic waterfall, if he has ever read. Thompson's or some other cause, is unknown Seasons,' will read her. Effúsions' to the writer-but certain it is, and all others, with frigid indifferthat the town situated at the ence. That the authoress should head of the Thames,* has produc- have written (either in 'prose or ed more than its quota of female verse' upon Sensibility' is pergeniuses. But a few years since, fectly natural ; for every female Miss Huntly, a native of that who writes at all, must write some*Norwich, Connecticut.

thing upon that subject. It is an

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