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of marines on board the brig Stanley, tender to the Roebuck, she was wounded in her left leg in an engagement with three French vessels, when she was actually working at the guns.

That the marines having been landed at Cape May, in America, her husband was taken prisoner by a Captain Plinket, of the rebel army, near Mud Fort Nied, and sentenced to suffer death : that by her means he was enabled to escape, with 22 American deserters, to whom she served arms and ammunition, and, on their way to join the army,

their party was attacked by the enemy's light horse; she was fired at and wounded in her left arm; but, undismayed, took a loaded firelock, shot the rebel, and brought his horse to Philadelphia (the head-quarters of the army), which she was permitted to sell to one of General Sir Wm. Howe's Aides-de-Camp. That after many fatigues and campaigns her husband died, and she married Samuel Woodward, a soldier in Colonel Chambers's corps ; was with the troops under General Campbell taken at Pensacola, having, however, during the seige, served at the guns, and tore her clothes for wadding.

That having been exchanged at the peace of 1783, from attach: ment to the Royal cause, she embarked on board a transport, with part of Delancey's and Chambers's corps, was shipwrecked on Seal Island, in the Bay of Fundy, when near 300 men, and numbers of women and children, were lost—that she suffered unparalelled distress, being pregnant, and with a child in her arms; remained three days on the wreck, was taken up with her husband and child by fishermen, off Marble-head, and shortly after being landed delivered of three sons, two of whom are in the 104th, the other dead : lastly, that she has had the honour of being mother of 22 children, viz. 18 sons and 4 daughters, 7 of the former being alive, and 3 of the latter ; that your memorialist humbly prays, that you may consider her as a fit object for some allowance from the Compassionate Fund towards her maintenance in her old age, having lost all her property, and as a reward for her long and faithful services to her King; and as in duty bound shall ever pray.

Frederickton, New Brunswick, April 12, 1816.

The subject of this memorial is a wonderful old woman, much above 70, and was well and hearty, at Quebec, two months ago. In consequence of her memorial, she obtained a pension of 1001.

The following is another instance of her strength of mind :--At Fort Erie, the pride of her heart, her twins, fell: also M.Donough, her son-in-law. On hearing the news, she called her children round her, made them an animated speech, charged them to be revenged on the Yankees for their loss; and next time they went into action they were cheered and encourage ed by Mammy Hopkins, the name she goes by in the regiment.

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The disorder and confusion which reigned for 2 or 300 years after the flood, proves a great misfortune to people who apply themselves to the study of history. Few authors wrote in those distant times, and those few came not to our hands. What seraps and fragments have been seen, serve only by their variety and ambiguity to raise disputes among the learned, which are so much more difficult to clear up, as they propose rather their own conjectures, than afford any real lights.

The knowledge of the actions of men in the first ages is a vast and unknown sea, on which we sail without chart or com pass. The Genesis and the sacred books that Moses left us, arc not sufficient to enlighten iis ; if they speak of the creation of man, of the formation or establishment of a people, it is always in relation to the Jews; they make men. tion of what serves only to illustrate that nation. There were then, no doubt, other people, and the fragments that remain of the history of the first Egyptians, Ethiopians, Scythians, and moreover the Chinese, are convincing proofs of it. If we go higher, and approach the time of the deluge, we find a thousand insurinountable difficulties. It is impossible for us to discover any trace of the origin of considerable states and empires which we see formed, as it were in an instant. We read, that 2 or 300 years after the flood, Egypt was excessively peopled, so that 20,000 towns could hardly contain its inhabitants. China, Scythia and Tartary were also in as flourishing condition. I think, without sticking at these difficulties, if one intends to make a progress in the history of our sacred books, we must simply attend to the historical truth, and leave all vain disputes to the philosophers and doctors.

A certain monk who entered into a discussion of these matters, could find no better method to clear up the facts, than by making men with some strokes of a pen. Ile computes to a nicety how many sons, grandsons, great grandsons, &c. four men may have in 250 years, and produces a sum total of 26871,900,000 persons, which are many more than suflicient to people five or six such worlds as ours.

But his arithmctic did not persuade his adversaries; they say, that inen were not made with a goose-quil, and could casily perceive that the reverend father was not over expert at the trade. They objected, that according to the holy scriptures men begot children but very late, and it did not appear that the num

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ber'was grcat, so that these colonies, so easy to produce upon paper, were impossible in the nature of the thing,

These insurmountable difficulties have thrown some people into an error. They thought, that the deluge was not universal, and that God intending only to punish the sins of that ungrateful race, which he had chosen, drowned the country they inhabited. Scaliger testifies, that there were many monarchies before the deluge, and does not differ from this sentiment, which several have supported by physical and experimental reasons. They pretend, that it is impossible, according to the present state of the earth, that a deluge could overflow the tops of the highest mountains 15 cubits. The sea taken in general, say they, is scarce above 3000 feet in depth. The high mountains, like that of Mount Gordian, or Mount Ararat, do not surpass 3000 feet from the surfaee of the sea ; so that without reckoning that the capacity of the globe enlarges itself in proportion as it rises, there must be 12 times as much water as earth, according to the quantity, mentioned in history. Other authors have maintained, that it was impossible that the rain could have been abundant enough to cause such an effect. They support their argument by the opinion of a famous philosopher, who shews, that the most violent rains rise but an inch and a half of water in half an hour, which is after the rate of six feet a day, and the flood holding out no more than 40 times 24 hours, by computing the highest mountain at 2000 feet elevation (a third less than the real height) the heavens must shower down 125 foot of water, instead of six, in 24 hours, even to rise to a level with the mountains : which quantity exceeds all the forces of nature.

What signifies then all these vain disputes of the learned, which clear up nothing, but leave things as they find them; and to uphold the argument, that the deluge was not universal, is idle and ridiculous ; it is bringing proofs of the de. signs of God against the word of God left us in the sacred books. Such a chaos is the history of those remote times, that it is absurd to think of unravelling it, or to bring it into any kind of order. Let it suffice to know then, that the children of Noah are the common source of humanity, but we are utterly at a loss in comprehending the beginning of the first monarchies formed by their descendants. A man of understanding ought not to search after these things in an age where he can gather no light or certainty from historians.

To study history with advantage, the original authors should be well consulted. Who can better know the manners of a state, than an author born and bred in it? I think, gene

rally speaking, the modern writers who compose histories on the events of distant times, are pretty much out of the case I look upon them as mere compilers, and consider their productions but as the works of bad translators,

4 Kentish Parson of the last Century.

WHERE hop-crown'd Medway laves the lapwing'd brook,
And Soodland's Ibrr immures the brooding rook,
Old Goodwin dwelt, he was the parish priest,
More wise and humble as his years increas'd ;
Mild was his aspect as the op'ning morn,
When Junc's white blossoms deck the hedge-row thora.
To him around the village matrons came,
Or rich or poor to Goodwin 'twas the same,
Alike to all he shew'd the


of Truth,
Taught age content, and modesty to youth,
Upheld no doctrine shocking to the sense,
Shew'd vice, tho' screen’d by kings, had no defence,
The paths he pointed were with rev'rence trod,
For Reason knew they led the way to God :
Four simple rules he briefly held to view,-
Be just! be lib’ral ! to yourself be true!
And do by others, as you'd have them do!
To these he liv'd, for he sublinsely thought
Example went before what precept taught;
Nor this alone-'twas his, the patriot flame,
And much he gloried in our Kentish name;
He lor'd our story, and would often tell
How Hampden suffer'd and how Sidney fell.
A virtue out of date, to charm too cold,
For love of country now read love of gold.
He urg'd at all times, it should be our pride,
To aid the cause for which our father's died.
All venal knaves he vow'd were England's curse,
And when the country claim'd the lib’ral purse,
Those who had plenty should resign their store,
To keep taxation from the lab’ring poor.
Our ancient laws he lov'd for all he felt,
And free, as heav'n its dews, the patriot dealt;
He knew the world and knew it with a sigh,
For he had felt its wrongs, nor knew for why;
Taught by the cunning knave's delusive part,
He knew each dark avenue to the heart!

And knowing thus, it was by all confess'd,
'Twas his to caution or advise the best :
To all that sought him in their sad extreme,
He comfort gave and left a hopeful gleam ;
All lov’d the man, for tho' his locks were grey,
With youth he smil’d, and would be often gay,
But, ah! what raptures charm’d, when white and clean,
The duplicated 'ļeven spread the greep !
When Dearing! Honeywood! (both Kentish bred),
And noble Dorset, round the wickets spread;
With lyux-like eyes, the ample space survey'd,
To stop the ball from Mann's unerring blade ;
Ther would the rev’rend pastor urge his claim,
And like a Nestor arbitrate the game.
The game, that exercis'd our village train,
And made an Hercules of ev'ry swain :-

game, I fear, of late on the decline,
Since fiery spirits rule o'er barley wine;
Yielding (while manhood frowns the change to see)
To cruel slander over black bohea.
All rural sports he lov'd, and held no doubt,
That life was worthless idly spent without.
E’en games, he'd say, a moral might convey,
Provided always Justice rul'd the play ;
For this, low seated on the grassy plat,
He'd keep the score while others wield the bat,
The bowler's skill he'd mark with eager eye
And smil'd like youth to see the wicket fly,
And if perchance, before it met the ground,
The ball was caught and eager cast around,
Erect he'd stand, and thought of age no more,
But seem'd an active strippling at four score ;
For well he ween’d, and I believ'd him right,
The mind employ'd receives the best delight:
This said he lov’d, and for its truth he stood,
“ Where snore the idle there can be no good.”
If age in sicknesş pin’d, or wish'd relief,
Goodwin was first to stop the tears of grief :
Tho'small his income he had still to spare,
The hungry knew it, and the shiv'ring bare.
Where worthless pride assail'd the humble breast,
This was the man to see the wrong redress’d;
Meanness he scorn'd (by him a vice abhor'd),
Or in a clown, a parson, or a lord ;
One lib’ral hand, I've often heard him say,
• Shall all the hands of selfishness outweigh.
So mild his temper he could none offend,
Truth found in him an everlasting friend.

(To be continued.)

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