APPENDIX No. V.

THE poetical sensibilities of the nation do not seem to have been very strongly affected by the inception or by the failure of Braddock's Expedition. A few copies of contemporaneous verses having fallen in my way, however, they are preserved here, as part of the res gestæ.

I.

[This jingling provincial ballad was composed in Chester County, Pennsylvania, while the army was on its march in the spring or early summer of 1755. During the Revolution it was still a favourite song there, the name of Lee being substituted for Braddock's. It has never, I believe, appeared in print before. There is no doubt of its authenticity.]

To arms, to arms! my jolly grenadiers!
Hark, how the drums do roll it along!

To horse, to horse, with valiant good cheer;
We'll meet our proud foe, before it is long.

Let not your courage fail you:

Be valiant, stout and bold;
And it will soon avail you,

My loyal hearts of gold.

Huzzah, my valiant countrymen!-again I say huzzah!

'Tis nobly done - the day's our own-huzzah, huzzah!

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March on, march on, brave Braddock leads the foremost;

The battle is begun as you may fairly see.

Stand firm, be bold, and it will soon be over;

We'll soon gain the field from our proud enemy.
A squadron now appears, my boys;

If that they do but stand!

Boys, never fear, be sure you mind

The word of command!

Huzzah, my valiant countrymen! again I say huzzah!
'Tis nobly done -the day's our own huzzah, huzzah!

See how, see how, they break and fly before us!

See how they are scattered all over the plain!

Now, now

now, now, our country will adore us!
In peace and in triumph, boys, when we return again!
Then laurels shall our glory crown

For all our actions told:

The hills shall echo all around,

My loyal hearts of gold.

Huzzah, my valiant countrymen!-again I say huzzah!
'Tis nobly done-the day's our own-huzzah, huzzah!

II.

[The following lines are from the Gentleman's Magazine, Vol. XXV., p. 383 (Aug. 1755). It would seem that they were first published as a broadside and sold through the streets.]

On the Death of Gen. Braddock, said to be slain in an Ambuscade by the
French and Indians, on the Banks of the Ohio, July 9, 1755.
Beneath some Indian shrub, if chance you spy
The brave remains of murder'd Braddock lie,
Soldiers, with shame the guilty place survey,
And weep, that here your comrades fled away.
Then, with his brother-chiefs' encircled round,
Possess the hero's bones of hostile ground,

And plant the English Oak, that gave his name,

Fit emblem of his valour and his fame!

Broad o'er this stream' shall thus his honours grow,

And last as long as e'er its waters flow!

His officers.

Brad in old Saxon-English is the same as Broad, and Brad-oke the same as Broad-oak. 3 The Ohio.

III.

[From XXV. Gent. Mag. (Sept. 1755), p. 421.]

Apology for the Men who deserted Gen. Braddock when surpriz'd by the ambuscade.

Ah! Braddock, why did you persuade
To stand and fight each recreant blade,
That left thee in the wood?
They knew that those who run away,
Might live to fight another day,

But all must die that stood.

APPENDIX No. VI.

BRADDOCK'S LAST NIGHT IN LONDON.

SINCE the preceding pages were in press, the editor has been referred to a passage in the "Apology for the Life of George Anne Bellamy" of too interesting a character to be entirely omitted; though, unfortunately, it is now impossible to introduce it in its proper connection. It seems that from her earliest youth Braddock had been the constant friend of this beautiful and accomplished, although sometimes frail, actress. He had, at her request, given the agency of his regiment to her putative husband, Mr. Calcraft; and on the eve of his departure he came, with Colonel Burton and Captain Orme, to take a last farewell. Miss Bellamy was at this time. living, under a contract of marriage, with Mr. John Calcraft, as his "domesticated wife," and the mistress of an establishment in Brewer Street. "Before we parted," continues she, "the General told me he should never see me more; for he was going with a handful of men to conquer whole nations; and to do this they must cut their way through unknown woods. He produced a map of the country, saying, at the same time, 'Dear Pop, we are sent like sacrifices to the altar.' The event of the expedition too fatally verified the General's expectations. On going away, he put into my hands a a paper, which proved to be his will. As he did not doubt my being married to Mr. Caleraft he made him his sole executor; leaving me only the plate which he had received as the usual perquisite from government on his nomination." (Vol. I. p. 194, Vol. V., p. 155.) This plate, which had, "besides the royal arms, a greyhound for the crest," the Treasury officers were so mean as to endeavor afterwards to recover, but were cast in the courts. What were the grounds of their demand is (417)

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not known. The value of Braddock's estate was £7000 (Vol. V., p. 192). Certainly, the fate of "her second father" would appear to have brought no common shock to the mind of the fair Apologist; and we are indebted to her memoirs for a further anecdote :

"This great man having been often reproached with brutality, I am induced to recite the following little anecdote, which evidently shows the contrary. As we were walking in the Park one day, we heard a poor fellow was to be chastised; when I requested the General to beg off the offender. Upon his application to the general officer, whose name was Dury, he asked Braddock, How long since he had divested himself of brutality and the insolence of his manners? To which the other replied, You never knew me insolent to my inferiors. It is only to such rude men as yourself that I behave with the spirit which I think they deserve.'" (Vol. III., p. 55.)

In the same work (Vol. II., p. 129, Vol. III., pp. 116, 153), may be found some notices of Colonel Burton's first wife (Miss St. Leger, of Ireland) and her family. After her death, and while yet in this country, he became enamored of an Indian beauty; but he seems to have subsequently married an American lady.