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the rout to North America, where you run the greateſt riſque of being ſcalped alive, or knocked down by a Tomahawk and that there was nothing to be acquired in this expedition but purſes of wampum, all the warrior fled from your magnanimous boſom. 'Alas! cried you, muſt I bid farewel to my old diſcipline, the discipline I was bred to under the banners of his highneſs. 'Tis true there are woods in North America but they aref ar from a proper market. What, ſhall I gain by ſleaing of Indians alive, admitting even that conqueſt is on my ſide, and if I ſuffer reverſe fortune, how dreadful is the war dance! how terrible their death hallow!--O Strathallan! Strathallan! And many other clanships, the the harveſt of my former atchievements, does this my curſed fate befal me for your ſakes" Such was the quandry, great Sir, you was in on account of the black proſpect then in your view: from which we may infer that true courage is not to be found in the ſame man at all times. But fervent prayers to Hercules and oblations to Bacchus in the temple of Clearihue, you happily obtained your diſcharge from the war.
May you, like the immortal Colonel Charteris, end your days in peace, may your funeral be preſerved from ſtorm or huricane, and may the genius of an Arbuthnot do juſtice to your memory.
I ever am,
Great Sir,
Your Devoted moſt Obedient
and moſt humble Servant,
CLAUDERO.
