every mark of respect in his power, on account of the brave and honourable defence they have made, gives them a piece of cannon. "Given in the trenches before Fort William Henry, 9th August, 1757-12 o'clock.

"GEORGE MUNROE, lieutenant colonel "of the 35th regiment, and commander of his majesty's troops in and near Fort William Henry.

"Agreed to, in the name of his most Christian majesty, according to the power vested in me by the marquis de Vaudruil, his governor general, and lieutenant general of New France.

"MONTCALM."

Soon after signing the above capitulation, a party of the French troops took possession of the fort and retrenched camp, in order to keep the savages in some awe; but, notwithstanding, they soon got over the works, and began to plunder many small things, as brass kettles, &c. &c.; they were all this day very troublesome, stealing the baggage of the officers, and whatever they could lay their hands on; but to prevent their being drunk, the liquor was all stove, by order, both in fort and camp: several French officers being asked what force they brought against us, agreed, in general, that they had (3000 regulars, 6000 colony, marine, and Canadian troops, and 2500 savages) 11.500 in all-with ten mortars and about thirty pieces of cannon. Colonel Munroe, for fear any accident might happen from the savages, determined we should march out about twelve o'clock that night, and accordingly orders were given out, and the men paraded and began their march from the camp, when colonel Munroe, being informed that a large party of the Indians were on the road, and supposed with a design to intercept our march, orders were therefore given for every man to return to the lines again, which was done, and we continued till morning on our arms, having nothing to cover us. All the remainder of this night the Indians were in great numbers round our lines, and seemed to show more than usual malice in their looks, which made us suspect they intended us mischief.

Wednesday, 10th August.

Early this morning we were ordered to prepare for our march, but found the Indians in a worse temper, if possible, than last night; every one having a tomahawk, hatchet, or some other

instrument of death, and constantly plundering from the officers their arms, &c. this colonel Munroe complained of, as a breach of the articles of capitulation, but to no effect; the French officers however told us, that if we would give up the baggage of the officers and men to the Indians, they thought it would make them easy, which at last colonel Munroe consented to, but this was no sooner done, than they began to take the officers' hats, swords, guns, and clothes, stripping them all to their shirts, and on some officers left no shirt at all. While this was doing, they killed and scalped all the sick and wounded before our faces, and then took out from our troops, all the Indians and negroes, and carried them off; one of the former they burnt alive afterwards. At last, with great difficulty, the troops got from the retrenchment, but they were no sooner out than the savages fell upon the rear, killing and scalping, which occasioned an order for a halt, which at last was done in great confusion, but as soon as those in front found the rear was attacked, they again pressed forward, and thus the confusion continued and increased, until we came to the advanced guard of the French, the savages still carrying away officers, privates, women, and children, some of which latter they killed and scalped in the road. This horrid scene of blood and slaughter, obliged our officers to apply to the officers of the French guard for protection, which they refused, and told them they must take to the woods and shift for themselves, which many did, and in all probability many perished in the woods, many got into fort Edward that day, and others daily continued coming in, but vastly fatigued with their former hardships, added to this last, which threw several of them into deliriums. Colonel Munroe with a number of officers and men, were carried back to the French camp, where they remained some days, 'till the fort was entirely demolished, and were then escorted to fort Edward. The Indians carried off a number of our officers and soldiers, some of which they returned by order of general Montcalm; the number of missing is still uncertain, but the officers missing are as follows, viz:

Lt. Joel Bradford,
Lt. David Day,

Lt. Simon Wade,

Ensn. Joseph Greenleaf,
Ensn. John Maylem.

All of the Massachusetts regiment, and a surgeon's mate of the New Hampshire troops.

The fort was garrisoned during the siege in the following

manner, viz.

Of the regulars,

1 captain, 5 subalterns, and 50 men

Of the New Hampshire troops, 1 do.
Of the Massachusetts do. 2 do. 6 subalterns,

85 men

300 men

To his excellency Thomas Pownall, Esq. captain general and commander in chief in and over his majesty's province of the Massachusetts Bay in New England, the foregoing journal is humbly submitted. JOSEPH FRYE,

Colonel of the forces of Massachusetts Bay.

Boston, 4th Sept. 1757.

A return of the names of the commissioned and staff officers of the Massa

chusetts forces, 27th June, 1757.

*Joseph Frye, Esquire, Colonel.

*Miles Whitworth, Chief Surgeon.

*Henry Liddel, Secretary and Commissary of the Musters.

*Richard Saltonstall, Jonathan Carver, Samuel Nich. Nelson, *John Indicott, Enoch Bayley, *Ralph G. Waldo, Israel Davis, *Thomas Chivers, *John Tapley, *John Burk, *Jonathan Ball, *Samuel Thaxter, Peter West, *Joseph Ingersol, Thomas Hartnell, *William Arbuthnott, Ebenr. Learned.

LIEUTENANTS.

Henry Y. Brown, John Williams, *John Butler, *Abijah Mason, Jeremiah Bancroft, *Edward Hopkins, *Nathl. Ingersol, *Joshua Simpson, *Simon Wade, Jonathan Eddy, Abel Keen, *Edward Blake, *David Titcomb, *James Carr, Thomas Lord, *John Trumbul, *John Bridge, *David Mason, *Selah Barnard, Caleb Willard, Gideon Mirick, *Nathl. Westover, *Nathan Baldwin, Lemuel Dunbar, Samuel Knowles, Michl. Dermott, Joseph Blake, *Josiah Winslow, *David Day, *John Fox, *Joel Bradford, *Benjn. Belch, Sylvanus Walker, *Timothy Brown.

ENSIGNS.

Pollard Gridley, *Samuel Brener, *David Darling, *Benjamin Stone, Andrew Giddings, John Patton, Joseph Greenleaf, Abraham Gale.

James Collings, *Job Alvord, Jacob Royal, *Peter Prescott, Josiah Thatcher, *Samuel Williams, *William Barron, *John Maylem, Benjamin Davis.

Note.-Those having this mark * attached to their names, were at the siege of Fort William Henry.

The Life and Adventures of Peter Wilkins, a Cornish Man: taken from his own mouth, in his Passage to England from off Cape Horn, in America, in the Ship Hector. Ry R. S., a passenger in the Hector. London, T. and J. Allman; Edinburgh, John Fairbairn; 2 vols. 12mo. new edit. 1816. [From the Critical Review.]

To some of our readers, we are persuaded that, not only the title, but the body of this book, will be new; and others who have heard of it, have derived their knowledge merely from the notes to Mr. Southey's very striking poem, "The Curse of Kehama," where he admits that the Glendoveer, the description and actions of whom form the most delightful part of his production, is borrowed from "the neglected story of Peter Wilkins, a work of great genius;" and he subjoins, "whoever the author was, his winged people are the most beautiful creatures of imagination that ever were devised." The addition of the Ship of Heaven, so delicately described in the 7th canto, is, however, the invention of Mr. Southey.

Probably the eulogy above quoted led to the republication of this very original and romantic novel. We do not exactly remember the date of the old edition, but it is at least sixty or eighty years old; and from that time till 1810, when "The Curse of Kehama" appeared, it has remained unnoticed. Who was the author, it is now in vain to inquire, and the initials "R. S., a passenger in the Hector," are probably merely fictitious; the work does not seem at first to have attracted sufficient notice to induce the writer to disclose himself, and probably he was some man of unobtrusive talent, who penned it for his amusement, and there found the only reward he expected. We have heard it hinted that De Foe was the author of Peter Wilkins, but it was only a conjecture, and that not a plausible one; for, independently of

some discordancy in dates, there are such essential differences between Robinson Crusoe and Peter Wilkins, as to render it very unlikely that both should have flowed from the same individual. Our readers need not be under any alarm, lest we should enter into a fresh criticism of the book which was the delight of the boyhood of most of us, in order to show these differences; we would only say, that the great charm of Robinson Crusoe is its reality, the perfect faith we put in its varied relations, as if they were undoubted historical facts, and as if the hero had had a positive being; while on the contrary, we read Peter Wilkins as a poetical invention, that describes something out of nature, but at the same time with such truth and vividness, as to induce us to believe in the possibility of its existence. Robinson Crusoe is a work of talent, in which the adaptation of known means is the chief recommendation; Peter Wilkins is a work of genius, where even those means of accomplishing particular purposes are the effort of invention.

In the short space to which we are under the necessity of confining ourselves, more especially in noticing a new edition of a book, we cannot pretend to enter into any detail of the strange story of the Life of Peter Wilkins: it will be enough for our present object to observe, that he is a mariner, who, after a series of very singular and admirably-related adventures, is cast upon a barren rock; he lives alone for some time on board the wreck of his ship; but at last, sailing in the ship's boat round the rock, he is drawn into a sort of gulf, or cavern, and, by the force of the current, is carried for some days through a subterraneous passage, which at length opens into a salt lake, surrounded by impassable precipices, leaving a wooded and fertile tract round the margin of the water. Here he is compelled to take up his abode, not being able to force his boat back against the stream; and having built himself a grotto, soon after his arrival he hears voices as of human beings sporting in the air, at night, and sees shadows floating along the surface of the lake. On one occasion, after sorely lamenting the solitude he was destined to endure, he hears something strike against the thatch of his cottage, and looking out, with his lamp in his hand, he sees a beautiful woman lying at his door, the lower part of her person covered with a thin film