History maketh a young man to be old, without either wrinkles or gray hairs; privilledging him with the experience of age, without either the infirmities or inconveniencies thereof. FULLER'S Holy War. They waste us; ay, like April snow In the warm noon, we shrink away; Towards the setting day, Till they shall fill the land, and we Are driven into the western sea.- Bryant. BY SAMUEL G. DRAKE, FELLOW OF THE ROYAL SOCIETY OF NORTHERN ANTIQUARIES, AT COPENHAGEN, HONORARY MEMBER OF THE NEW HAMPSHIRE AND NEW YORK HISTORICAL SOCIETIES. EIGHTH EDITION, With large Additions and Corrections. BOSTON: ANTIQUARIAN BOOKSTORE, 56 CORNHILL. M.DCCC.XLI. |