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him fix of their principal citizens with halters about their necks, as victims of due atonement for that fpirit of rebellion with which they had inflamed the vulgar. When his messenger, Sir Walter Mauny, delivered the terms, confternation and pale dismay were impressed on every countenance.-To a long and dead filence deep fighs and groans succeeded, till Euftace St Pierre getting up to a little eminence, thus addressed the assembly My friends, we are brought to great ftraits this day. We must either yield to the terms of our cruel and enfnaring conqueror, or give up our tender infants, our wives, and daughters, to the bloody and brutal Jufts of the violating foldiers. Is there any expedient left, whereby we may avoid the guilt and infamy of delivering up those who have suffered every milery with you, on the one hand, or the defolation and horrour of a fack. ed city on the other. There is, my friends; there is one expedient left; a gracious, an excellent, a godlike expedient! Is there any here to whom virtue is dearer than life. Let him offer himself an oblation for the safety of his people ! "He shall not fail of a blessed approbation from that power, who offered up his only Son for the salvation of mankind.” He spoke ;- but an uni. versal silence ensued.-Each man looked around for the example of that virtue and magnanimity which all wished to approve in themselves, though they wanted the refolution. At length St Pierre resumed, “ I doubt not but there are many here as ready, nay more zealous, of this martyrdom than I can be though the station to which I am raised by the captivity of Lord Vienne, imparts a right to be the first in giving my life for your fakes. I give it freely; I give it cheerfully. Who comes next?” “ Your son,” exclaimed a youth not yet come to maturity.--" Ah, my child !" cried St Pierre; “ I am then twice sacrificed. But, no: I have rather begotten thee a second time. Thy years are few, but full, my fun. The victim ot virtue has reached the ut. most purpofe and goal of mortality. Who next, iny friends! This is the hour of heroes.”. “ Your kintman,” cried John de Aire. “ Your kinsman," cried James Wifant. “ Your kinsman,''cried Peier Wiffant. "Ah!" exclaimed Sir Walter Mauny, bursting in


to tears, " why was not I a citizen of Calais !" The fixth victim was still wanting, but was quickly fupplied by lot from numbers who were now emulous of so ennobling an example. The keys of the city were then delivered to Sir Walter. Ile took the fix prisoners into his custody ; then ordered the gates to be opened, and gave charge to his attendants to conduct the remaining eitizens, with their families, through ile camp of the English. Before they departed, however, they desired permission to take their last adieu of their deliverers.-What a parting ! what a scene ! They crowded, with: their wives and children, about St. Pierre and his fellow-prisoners. They embraced; they clung around; they fell proftrate before them. They groaned ; they wept aloud ; and the joint clamour of their mourning passed the gates of the city, and was lieard throughout the. English camp. The English, by this time, were apprised of what passed within Calais. They heard the voice of lamentation, and their souls were touched with compaflion. Each of the soldiers prepared a portion of his own victuals to welcome and entertain the halffamilhed inliabitants; and they loaded them with as much as their present weakness was able to bear, in order to fupply them with fuftenance by the way. At length St Pierre and his fellow-victims appeared under the conduct of Sir Walter and a guard. All the tents of the English were instantly emptied. The foldiers poured from all parts, and arranged themselves on cach fide, to behold, to contemplate, to admire, this little band of patriots as they passed. They bowed down to them on all fides. They murmured their applause of that virtue, which they could not but revere even in enemies; and they regarded those ropes which they had voluntarily assumed about their necks, as ensigns of greater dignity than that of the British garter. As foon as they had reached the presence, “Mauny,” says the monarch, "Are these the principal inhabitants of Calais ?" “ They are,” says Mauny : “ they are not only the principal men of Calais, they are the principal men of France, my Lord, if virtue has any share in the act of ennobling. “ Were they delivered peaceably,” says Edward?" Was there no resistance, no commotion M


among the people ?" "Not in the least, my Lord; the people would all have perished, rather than have delivered the least of these to your Majelty. They are selfdelivered, self-devoted, and come to offer up their inestimable heads as an ample equivalent for the ransom of thousands.” Edward was secretly piqued at this reply of Sir Walter ; but he knew the privilege of a Britih subject, and suppressed his resentment. “Experience," says he,“ has ever shown, that lenity only ferves to invite people to new crimes. Severity, at times, is indispensibly necessary to compel subjects to fubmiflion by punishment and example. Go," he cried to an officer, « lead these men to execution."

At this instant a found of triumph was heard through out the camp. The Queen had just arrived with a powersul reinforcenient of gallant troops. Sir Walter Mauny Hew to receive lier Majesty, and briefly informed her of the particulars respecting the fix victims.

As soon as the had been welcomed by Edward and his court, she desired a private audience.--"My Lord,” said she, “ the question I am to enter upon, is pot touching the lives of a few meclianics—it respects the honour of the English nation ; it respects the glory of my Edward, my husband, my king.-You think you have sentenced lix of your enemies to death. No, my Lord, they have sentenced themselves; and their exexution would be the execution of their own orders, not the orders of Edward. The stage on which they would fuffer, would be to them a stage of honour, but a stage of tháme to Edward ; a reproach to his conquests; an indelible disgrace to his name.--Let us rather disappoint these haughty burghers, who wish to invest themelves With glory at our expence. We cannot wholly deprive them of the merit of a facrifice fo nobly intended, but we may cut them short of their desires; in the place of that death by which their glory would be consummate, let us bury them under gifts ; let us put them to confufion with applauses. We call thereby defeat them of that popular opinion, which never fails to attend those who suffer in the cause of virtue,"" I am convinced ; you have prevailed. Be it so," replied Edward: “ Prevent the execution; have them instantly before us."

They They came ; when the Queen, with an aspect and accents diffusing sweetness, thus bespoke them:-"Natives of France and inhabitants of Calais, ye have put us to a vast expence of blood and treasure in the recovery of our just and natural inheritance : but you have acted up to the best of an erroneous judgment; and we admire and honour in you that valour and virtue, by which we are so long kept out of our rightful poffeffions. You noble burghers ! you excellent citizens ! though you were tenfold the enemies of our person and our throne, we can feel nothing on our part, fave respect and affectioa for you. You have been sufficiently tested. We loose your chains; we snatch you from the scaffold ; and we thank you for that lesson of humniliation which you teach us, when you show us, that excellence is not of blood, of title, or ftation ;-that virtue gives a dignity supériour to that of kings ; and that those whom the Almighty informs with sentiments like yours, are juftly and eminently raised above all human distinctions. You are now free to depart to your kinsfolk, your countrymen, to all those whose lives and liberties you have so nobly redeemed, provided you refuse not the tokens of our esteem. Yet we would rather bind you to ourselves, by every endearing obligation ; and for this purpose, we offer to you your choice of the gifts and honours that Edward has to bestow._Rivals for fame, but al. ways friends to virtue, we wish that England were in titled to call you her sons.”_" Ah, my country! claimed Pierre ; “ It is now that I tremble for you. Edward 'only wins our cities, but Philippa conquers hearts."

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I. On Grace in Writing. I Will not undertake to mark out with any sort of pre

cition, that idea which I would express by the word Grace: and, perhaps, it can no more be clearly described ihan justly defined. To give you, however, a general intimation of what I mean when I apply that terni to compofitions of genius, I would resemble it to that easy air which fo remarkably diftinguishes certain per. fons of a genteel and liberal cait. It confifts not only in the particular beauty of fingle parts, but arifes froai the general symmetry and construction of the whole. An author may be just in his sentiments, lively in his figures, and clear in bis expression ; yet may have no claim to be admitted into the rank of nished writers. The several members must be so agreeably united, as mutually to refleet beauty upon each other ; their are rangement muft be so happily disposed as not to admit of the least transposition, without manifeft prejudice to the entire piece. The thoughts, the metaphors, the allusions, and the di&tion, should appear easy and natural, and seem to arile like so many fpontaneous productions, rather than as the effects of art or labour.

Whatever, therefore, is forced or affected in the seniiments; whatever is pompous or pedantic in the expression, is the very reverse of Grace. Her mien is neither that of a prude nor a coquette ; she is regular without formality, and sprightly without being fantasti. cal. Grace, in thort, is to good writing what a proper light is to a fine picture ; it not only shows all the figures in their several proportions and relations, but Thows them in the most adyantageous manner.

As gentility to refiume my former illustration) appears in the minutest acțion, and improves the most in confiderable geiture; to grace is discovered in the pla. cing even a single word, or the turn of a mere expletive. Neither is this inexprefsible quality confined to one fpe

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