LETTER XXX.

Captain RISBY to the Honourable GE0RGE M0LESW0RTH,

_Barford Abbey_.

What is the sight of thousands slain in the field of battle, compar'dwith the scene I am just escap'd from!--How can I becircumstantial!--where am I to begin!--whose distress shall I paintfirst!--can there be precedence in sorrow!

What a weight will human nature support before it sinks!--The distress'dinhabitants of this home are still alive; it is proclaim'd from everyroom by dreadful groans.--You sent me on a raven's message:--like thatill-boding bird I flew from home to home, afraid to croak my direfultidings.