The New Hampshire Gazette

Hath a convincing assurance has the given this mournful island of the vanity of humane foresight and wisdom!

While we were spreading far and near the British glories; while we were triumphantly vaunting in the North and in the South, in the East and in the West, the desolation of one night brought ruin and confusion in the center of our victories. Now will the Enemy rejoice at our misfortunes! that We, who were in India, in Africa, in Canada triumphant, should be in England sorrowful and dejected! Methinks I hear their ungenerous taunts, I see the Cowards mocking at the miseries of the Brave, for such is the insolence of unmanly levity, that altho' by the blessings of Heaven, our loss will be far from being their gain, yet will our punishment gladden their malicious hearts. A punishment indeed! For who might compare with him in glory?

Let the French boast in Louis, a Louis shackled in the fetters of Flattery and Whoredom; Let Austria boast a mean ungrateful despicable woman; or Russia the venal Prostitute of each contending Power; they have all fought on the principles of rapine, jealousy, and usurpation; and they have all met with the deserved confusion, which such unchristian motives challenged. These then are light in the balance, and will not weigh against the sterling purity of Britain's Monarch. Shall we put all the holiness of an infallible Pope, all the fear and cruelty of a Portuguese Tyrant, all the vanity and insufficiency of a Spanish Novice, the steady beam will still preponderate with our late royal Master's virtues. And no wonder that these must give way, when even the brave merits of Sardinia's monarch, and the invincible intrepidity and courage of a Frederick will not stand the impartial test. So glorious, by the favour and protection of Heaven, was our late victorious Governor!

The portents which attended a Caesar's death were the dismal emblems of a tyrannous Dictator; fearful omens and dejection of heart: but the omens which attended the death of the best of Kings, were all the blessings on his prosperous which delicate Prince could procure them. Peace, unanimity, and tranquility, at home; abroad, respect, victory, honour, and increasing power.

He was exalted to the highest pitch of human glory; and the sighs of his lamented declension were the full enjoyment of all this world could give them; so that nothing was left superior, but the joys of Heaven; to which we trust, he is translated. His Subjects happy, blessed with fruitful seasons and conquering arms, abounding in the produce of every clime, even in the midst of a glorious, tho' expensive war: his illustrious family complete, and so well beloved by every individual, that they are entirely secured from the evils of domestic disturbance; an English and a Protestant Prince just ripening into government, and his enemies on every side distressed and subdued.

How glorious was such a declension in the midst of love and conquest, in the midst of tranquillity and unanimity: Not all the annals of this brave and free Country can produce a Prince that ever reigned his equal either in Clemency, Moderation, Power, or Dominion. In all his government how little rapine, violence, or confusion. No usurpations have diminished our liberties; no perpetual discords have divided our private peace, or torn the father from the son, and disunited the ties and affections of nature.

As he was not to be compared with foreign potentates, so neither can the voice of truth proclaim they ever his equal sat upon the British throne.

But am I not indulging my reflections on the past too far? Should I not rather be hailing the rising generation! No, could any future hopes make me forget the benefits already received, my pen might then be charged with the fickle name of a temporary Flatterer. While the time allotted us for grief, let us indulge it: And a good Prince, such as I trust, the Grandson of a GEORGE must prove, will never think himself neglected, because we are willing to pay the tears of gratitude and sincerity to the pious memory of his predecessor. The time of our mourning is short, very short, for the cause of our griefs: One year's solemnity is but a small tribute to our late illustrious monarch of glorious memory; a tribute which we shall cheerfully pay out of those very many future years of happiness, in which we hope to have matter of triumph and rejoicing, for the long continuance of his present Majesty, among his faithful and victorious subjects.

SINCERUS.