came to London, attended by his
phew Monfieur de Graffe, Count
S. bon, and fome other officers. D
ing his ftay in London, he was vifi
by many perfons of the firft fash
and diftinction, and received ev
mark of civility which the British
tion could beflow. His Majefiy
turned him his fword, and he went
court, when the King entered into
miliar conversation on naval fubje
hut foreign to the war. The pri
pal topic was on the two naval circu
navigators---the English Mr. Coo
and the French Monfieur Bouganv
The King acknowledged the fuper
elegance and address of the lat
and faid of the two, "Que Cooke
un marin, mais que Bouganville
un marin infpiree." In his man
Comte de Graffe is polifhed with
approaching to effeminacy.
manly, open, and generous in
countenance,and infpires a familia
tachment in thofe with whom he
verfes. In converfing with the
lish Noblémen, and gentlemen at
royal hotel, where he lodged, he
he hoped they would pardon his
rance of the forms of etiquette for
attended to by his countrymen,
he was " up animal du mer.
de Graffe is prefident of the ord
St. Louis. Hs titles are Franci
feph Paul de Graffe, des Comtes
vains d'Antibes, Marquis deG
Tilly, Segnieur de Flieux, Ma

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top maft head while in the Weft-Indies and America. His conduct in that important ftation has juftified the warm expectations which were formed of him, and afcertained the truth of the character which he bore in the French marine, which was, of being a brave and moft skillful feaman, and one who knew the English fyftem of fighting better than moft of his countrymen. After a fhort paffage from Breft he affifted at the capture of Tobago, and immediately fail ed to America, on the great object of his expedition. His conduct off the Chesapeake in the a&ion with Admiral Graves, and in the capture of York Town, acquired to him great credit as a feamen with his enemies, and gained him laurels at home. Earl Cornwallis, in his letter to Sir Henry Clinton, after the capture, fpeaks in high terms of the Comte's behaviour. His fervices after this great and almoft decifive conqueft, were great and exemplary; his action with Sir Samuel (now Lord) Hood, at all times difcovered the greatest addrefs and military fkill; and he has too fuccefsfully for Britain, affifted the enterprizing Bouille in the reduction of our islands We now come to the action which terminated, at leaft for the prefent, his military courfe. The brilliant action of the 12th of April, 1782. The Britifh officers agree in giving great praife to the conduct of Comte de Graffe. They fay that he fought his fhip theville, St.Hament, Lejennerte et a Ville de Paris, with great (pirit, and that if he had been as well fupported by one part of his feet as he was by the other, the difafter which he fuffered would not in all probability have happened. The French officers are not lefs free in their opinion, and we understand that it will be in his power, as it is his duty, to fhew by what delinquency or error the fate of that day was determined. He has

fpoken himself with becoming referve on the fubje&t. He was compleatly defeated, and carried to Jama ca along with the other officers. Of the civilty he met with from the gentlemen of Jamaica, and from the British officers on that flation, particularly from Sir Peter Parker, in his paffage toEngland, he fpeaks in terms of the most lively obligation. He arrived in England about the latter end of July, 1782, and

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ueux, &c. &c. He is tall, and proportioned. His height is fi three inches, which magnified h hundred heads of fame, raifed into a giant on his arrival in Eng He fet off for France on the Auguft, and we are happy to that his reception there has bee vourable, and fuch as very grea extraordinary merits deferve. now ordered to Breft, where acce to the rules of war, he will unde trial for the lofs of the fhips 01 memorable day, at which we every reafon to believe he will honorably acquit himself.

A folution of Lif of Town 1. Milton. 2. Wrentham. 3. chefter. 4. Stoughton. 5. Charle 6. Cambridge. 7.Chelfca. 8. M 9. Salem. 10. Lynn.

We'll for a better flate prepare,

And chear our hearts with hopes of

Thus will we love, and live ferene,

'Till tir'd of thefe vain, earthly
toys,

And fick of the infipid fcene,
We'll die to tafte immortal joys..

Should you Almeria's grief impart. Dr. Doddridge, to his Wife'. Then tell him not that I complain,

To twinkling fars I'll (peak my pain, OPEN, open, Icvely breaft,

For the BOSTON MAGAZINE.

If the following verfes may merit a place in your Magi-" zine, they are at your fervice.

By a Lady, on the absence of ber Husband. LPHONSO's gone! diftra&ting

ALPHONSO

My conftant heart with forrows fill,

The Birth of Cupid.

ERE in the bow'r of beauty

My eyes
-Nor fhall this throbbing heart be
ftill:

thall never ceafe from tears, HERE newly fhorn,

How long in Belgia's gloomy clime,

Muft I be robb'd of all his charms? How long will flow, unp tying time, Keep my Alphonfo from my arms?

Shorten ye ling'ring hours your
ftay,

In pity to a lover's pain,
Quick, fake the winter months away,
And bring the blooming fpring

again..

Hear formy winds a wretch's cries,
Depriv'd of all her foul holds dear,
Fly fwift, begone, and waft these
fighs,

To my Alphonfo's lift'ning ear:
Tell him Almeria is a prey,

To pining grief and anxious cares,
In fadnefs the confumes the day,
And spends the gloomy night in

tears;

But top kind winds, I would not
grieve

My dear Alphonfo's gentle heart,
T'would him of every joy bereave,
Should you Almeria's grief impart.
Then tell him not that I complain,
At midnight in fome lonely fhade,
Totwinkling ftars I'll fpeak my pain,
And call religion to my aid.
Come and affiйt me, power divine !
To footh the tyrant love to reft,
To thy bleft guidance I refign

Thefe reflefs paffions in my breaft.
Thy friendly precepts will not drive,
My lov'd Alphonfo from my heart,
Nor us of nuptial blifs deprive,

When we fhall meet no more to part. We'll hand in hand together fhare The peaceful pleafures thou haft giv❜n.

Let fancy fit, and fing how love wa

born;

Wrapt up in rofes, zephyr found th child,

In Flora's cheek when firft the go defs (mill'd!

Nurs'd on the bofom of the bea teous fpring,

O'er her white breaft he. fpread purple wing;

On kiffes fed, and filver drops

dew,'

The little wanton into Cupid gre Then arm'd his hand with glitt'ri fparks of fire,

And tipt his fhining arrows with fire;

Hence joy arofe upon the wings wind,

And hope prefents, the lover alw

kind.

Difpair creates a rival for our fears
And tender pity foftens into tears