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There is a subordination among them; and the honor we pay to them generally corresponds to the extent of their object.
The good husband, the good father, the good friend, the good neighbor, we honor as a good man, worthy of our love and affection. But the man in whom these more private affections are swallowed up in zeal for the good of his country, and of mankind, who goes about doing good, and seeks opportunities of being useful to his fpecies, we revere as more than a good man; we esteem him as a hero.
MESSIAH, A SACRED ECLOGUE.
YE nymphs of Solyma ! begin the song :
2. Rapt into future times, the bard begun :
3. Ye heav'ns, from high the dewy nectar pour,
Swift fly the years, and rise the expected morn!
See spicy clouds from lowly Sharon rise,
5. Hark! a glad voice the lonely defert cheers ;.
6. Lo, earth receives him from the bending skies! Sink down, ye mountains, and, ye vallies, rise ! With heads declin'd, ye cedars, homage pay ;. Be smooth, ye rocks ; ye rapici floods, give way! The Saviour comes ! by ancient bards foretold :: -Hear him, ye deaf ! and, all ye blind, behold ! 7.
He from, thick films shall purge the visual ray,, And on the fightless eye-ball pour the day : He the obstructed' paths of found thall clear, And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear ; The Humb shall, fing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
8. No figh, no murmur, the wide world that hear;;
9. As the good theplürd tends his fieecy.cares,
No more shall nation againit nation rise,
11. Then palaces shall rise ; the joyful for
The fwain in barren deferts with suprize see lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ;,
And start, amidst the thirsty wilds, to hear
13. On riked rocks, the dragon's late abodes,
reed trembles and the bulruth nods ;
14. The lambs with wolves shall graze the verdant mead,
15. Rise,, crown'd with light, imperial Saleni, rife. !
16. See thy bright altars throng?d with prostrate kings>
17. No more the rifing sun shall gild: the morn,
13. The seas shall waste, the skies in finoke decays,
NARRATIVE OF THE CAPTIVITY OF Mrs.
JEMIMA Howk, TAKEN BY THE INDIANS AT dinsa VALE, New-HAMPSHIRE, July 25, 1755.
As Mellis. Caleb Howe, Hilkiah Grout, and Benjamin Gaffield, who had been boeing corn in the meadow, west of the river, were returning home a little before sunset, to a place called Bridgman's Fort, they were fired upon by twelve lodians, who had ambushed their path.
2. Howe was on horseback, with two young lads, his: children, behind him. A ball, which broke his thigh, brought him to the ground. His horse ran a few rods and fell likewise, and both the lads were taken. The Indians in their favage manner, coming up to Howe, pierced his body with a spear, tore off his scalp, stuck a hatchet in his head, and left him in this forlorn condition.
3. He was found alive the morning after, by a party of men from Fort Hinfdale ; and being asked by one of the party
whether he knew him, he answered, Yes, I know you all. These were his last words, though he did noi ex-pire until after his friends had arrived with him at Fort Hinsdale. Grout was fo Mirtunate as to escape unhurt.
4. But Gaffield, in attempting to wade through the river, at a certain place which was indeed fordable at that time, was unfortunately drowned. Flushed with the fuccess they had met with here, the favages went directly to Bridgman's Fort. There was no man in it, and only three women and some children, Mrs. Jemima Howe, Mrs. Submit Grout, and Mrs. Eunice Gaffield.
5. Their husbands I need not mention again, and their feelings at this juncture I will not attempt to describe. They had heard the enemies' guns, but kney not what had happened to their friends.
6. Extremely anxious for their fafety, they stood longing to embrace them, until at length, concluding from the noise they heard without, that some of them were come, they unbarred the gate in a hurry to receive them ; when lo ! to their inexpressible difappointment and surprise, intead of their husbands, in rushed a number of hideous In
dians, to whom they and their tender offspring became an eafy prey ; and from whom they had nothing to expect, but either an immediate death, or a long and doicful captivity.
7. The latter of thefe, by the favor of Providence, turned out to be the lot of these unhappy women, and their ftill more unhappy, because more helpless children. Mıs. Gafficit had but one, Mrs. Grout had threes and Mrs. Howe feven. The eldcit of Mrs. Howe's was eleven years old, and the youngest but six months.
8. The two eldest were daughters, which she had by her first husband, Mr. William Phipps, who was also Nain by the Indians, of which I doubt not but you have seen an account in Mr. Doclitle's history. It was from the mouth of this woman that I lately received the foregoing account. She also gave me, I doubt, not, a true, thougii
, io be sure, a very brief and imperfe&t history of her captivity, which I here insert for your perufal.. 9. The Indians (the fays) having plandered and
fire to the fort, we marched, as near as I could judge, a mile and a half into the woods, where we encamped that night.
When the morning came, and we had advanced as much farther, iix. Indians were sent back to the place of our late abode, who collected a little more plunder, and destroyed some other effects that had been left behind; but they did not retura, until the day was so far spent, that it was judged bet to continue where we were through the right.
11. Early the next morning we set off for Canada, and continued our march eight days fucceffively, until we had reached the place where the Indians had left their canoes, about fifieen miles from Crown Point. This was a long and tedious march; but the captives, by divine assistance, were enabled to endure it with less trouble and difficul.y. than they had reafon to expect
12. From fuch fuvage malters, in such indigent circumStances, we could not rationally hope for kindur treatment than we received. Some of us, it is true, had a harder lot than others; and among the children, I thought my son. Squire had the hardest of
any. He was then only four years old, and when we stopped to rest our weary limbs, and he sat down on his