of The Tapestried Chamber. She had for several years been accustomed to pour forth her verses among a party of poets of quality who thus amused themselves under the auspices of Lady Miller, and whose bantlings were printed in four volumes in 1781 as Poetical Amusements at a Villa near Bath. Walpole so inimitably describes the whole assembly that we will trespass a little to give their account in his own words :— “You must know, Madam that near Bath is erected a new Parnassus, composed of three laurels, a myrtle-tree, a weeping-willow, and a view of the Avon, which has been new-christened Helicon. Ten years ago there lived a Madam Riggs, an old rough humourist who passed for a wit; her daughter, who passed for nothing, married to a Captain Miller, full of good-natured officiousness. These good folks were friends of Miss Rich, who carried me to dine with them at Batheaston, now Pindus. They caught a little of what was then called taste, built and planted, and begot children, till the whole caravan were forced to go abroad to retrieve. Alas! Mrs. Miller is returned a beauty, a genius, a Sappho, a tenth Muse, as romantic as Mademoiselle Scuderi, and as unsophisticated as Mrs. Vesey. The Captain's fingers are loaded with cameos, his tongue runs over with virtu, and that both may contribute to the improvement of their own country, they have introduced bouts-rimés as a new discovery. They hold a Parnassus-fair every Thursday, give out rhymes and themes, and all the flux of quality at Bath contend for the prizes. A Roman vase dressed with pink ribbons and myrtles receives the poetry, which is drawn out every festival; six judges of these Olympic games retire and select the brightest compositions, which the respective successful acknowledge, kneel to Mrs. Calliope Miller, kiss her fair hand, and are crowned by it with myrtle, with I don't know what. You may think this is fiction, or exaggeration. Be dumb, unbelievers! The collection is printed, published. - Yes, on my faith, there are bouts-rimés on a buttered muffin, made by her Grace the Duchess of Northumberland; receipts to make them by Corydon the venerable, alias George Pitt; others very pretty by Lord Palmerston; some by Lord Carlisle; many by Mrs. Miller herself, that have no fault but wanting metre; and immortality promised to her without end or measure. In short, since folly which never ripens to madness but in this hot climate, ran distracted, there never was anything so entertaining or so dull-for you cannot read so long as I have been telling." Under such friendly auspices Miss Seward wrote her Monody on André, a poem of considerable merit, which has possessed greater popularity than any other of her writings and has gone through numerous editions. Its objurgations of Washington were regarded as just censure by many of her admirers, who considered his reputation snuffed out like a candle by Miss Seward's eloquence: Thy pen, more potent than Ithuriel's spear Strips from the ruthless Chief his corselet's pride, And indeed she herself esteemed it highly. To commemorate the death of Lady Miller, she invokes the same Muse that had then befriended her: Ye, who essay'd to weave the golden thread, 1 That his memory might rest in literature like Garrick in the picture between the Tragic and the Comic Muse, James Smith has added his mite to Miss Seward's labors, in a pretended volume of letters from America called Milk and Honey, or the Land of Promise: Letter vii.; Mr. Richard Barrow to Mr. Robert Briggs. - Bob, Jonathan's queer; he is mizzled a ration, Methinks you're for asking me who André was? But, finding his name not enroll'd in a high line They troubled him with a line more than he thought of; He long might have slept with the ci-devant crew, Began upon Paine, and went on to André; "Since poor Tom's a-cold, why not leave him alone?" American writers have also made the story their fictitious theme. The tragedy of Arnold, that of André, and the verses of Mr. Willis and Mr. Miller have at various times been given to the public. No. IV. COLONEL BENJAMIN TALLMADGE TO GENERAL HEATH. [From the Heath MSS.] Pine's Bridge, Oct. 10th, 1780. DEAR GENERAL: Since my return from Head Quarters a few days since, I have been honored with your agreeable favor of the 21st ult. with its enclosed from Mr. Broome, as also another of the 30th ult. I am much obliged to you for your kind attention in forwarding my letters to Mr. Broome as well as his Returns to me. Before this reaches you, the information of Major Andre's execution must undoubtedly have been received. Thro' the course of his Tryal and Confinement (during which I had the charge of him a great part of the time) he behaved with that fortitude which did him great honor. He made every confession to the Court which was necessary to convict him of being a Spy, but said nothing of his accomplices. During his confinement I became intimately acquainted with him; and I must say (nor am I alone in the opinion) that he was one of the most accomplished young gentlemen I ever was acquainted with. Such ease and affability of manners, polite and genteel deportment, added to an enlarged understanding, made him the idol of General Clinton and the B. army. On the day of his execution he was most elegantly dressed in his full regimentals, and marched to the destined ground with as much ease and cheerfulness of countenance as if he had been going to an Assembly room. Tho' his fate was just, yet to see so promising a youth brought to the gallows drew a tear from almost every spectator. He seemed, while with me, to be almost unmindful of his fate, and only regretted his disappoint ment. Since Arnold has been at New York, he has flung into the Provost many of our friends whom he will have punished if possible. I fear it will injure the chains of our intelligence, at least for a little time, till the present tumult is over. I am happy that he does not know even a single link in my chain. His Excellency General Washington has undoubtedly given you the particulars of the whole hellish plot, which was laid to have nearly overthrown the liberties of this country. So providential, I had almost said miraculous a detection of such deep-laid villany can hardly be found in the history of any people. Joshua Smith, an accomplice with Arnold, was under arrest when I left Head Quarters a few days since, and will doubtless be punished capitally. Oct. 11th. I have this moment received information from my agents at New York, but no letters. The conduct of that infamous Arnold has been such since his arrival at New York that our friends, who were not even suspected, are too much agitated at the present juncture to favor us with intelligence as usual. I hope in a little time the storm will blow over. I have two ac counts from New York, but neither thro' my old channel; one of which is that the enemy have embarked a considerable body of troops and were put to sea; another that their embarkation goes on very slowly. The letter herewith sent please to forward to Mr. Broome. With compliments to the gentlemen of your family, I am, &c. P. S. His Excellency General Washington, with the Light Infantry, the Pennsylvania, Connecticut, and Massachusetts Lines, has moved lower down New Jersey, near Posaick falls. General Green with the New Jersey, New York and New Hampshire Lines, has gone to West Point. THE END. CAMBRIDGE: PRINTED BY H. O. HOUGHTON. |