The Pennsylvania magazine, or, American monthly museum . es intothat city. 3- 4- 5-6. 7-8. 9- 10. T3-14. »7- 18. 19. 20. 21. 22. 23« 24. 35- 26. 27 & References to the Plate. Eight 24-pound Cannon. Two 6-pound do. One 9-pound do. Three 12-pound do. One 6-pound do. Two 6-pound do. Three 12-pound do. One 9-pound do. Two 6-pound do. Eight 24-pound do. Two 9-pound do. 6-pound do. 24-pound do. 9-pound do. 24-pound do. 6-pound do. > 60 round mot lying to each. 75 (hot 6-pound do. 14c do. the 24-pound do. 106 do. 9-pound do. 100
The Pennsylvania magazine, or, American monthly museum . es intothat city. 3- 4- 5-6. 7-8. 9- 10. T3-14. »7- 18. 19. 20. 21. 22. 23« 24. 35- 26. 27 & References to the Plate. Eight 24-pound Cannon. Two 6-pound do. One 9-pound do. Three 12-pound do. One 6-pound do. Two 6-pound do. Three 12-pound do. One 9-pound do. Two 6-pound do. Eight 24-pound do. Two 9-pound do. 6-pound do. 24-pound do. 9-pound do. 24-pound do. 6-pound do. > 60 round mot lying to each. 75 (hot 6-pound do. 14c do. the 24-pound do. 106 do. 9-pound do. 100 24-pound do. 38 6-pound do. 83 do. the 8 inch 24-pound cannon 145 fhot, 6-pound do. 100 24-pound do. 40 12-pound do. 84 do. the 12-pound do. 60 6-pound do. 200 do. the 12-pound do. 75 do. 24-pound do. zoo do. the two. Two Three 8 inch howitz. Two floating batteries on the mud-bank. One 13 inch mortar. Gate and draw-bridge. This is a true fate this day, July 31. 1775. Fcr. Mir til and Thirjis. 359 For the Pennsylvania Maga- the valleys and along the more. ZINE. Mi* til and From the Gernsn. A Pa- Soft fhone the moon,when Chlocftood on the lonely fhorc impati-ently waiting. A boat tn tobring Daphnis over the does my beloved delay, faid(he—The nightingale forebore, IN a cool hour of the night Mir- and liftned to her tender accents.—til had featetl himfelf on a lit- Long doe6 he delay; but hark, Itie mount that commanded a dif- hear a dafhing, hke waves firikingtant profpect. Before him burnt, the fides of a boat. Comefl thou,in a elear flame, withered branches yes. O, no! how often will youof trees which he had gathered, deceive me, ye dafhing billows ?Solitarv lie fat on the grafs, and O mock not the impatience of awith wandering eyes lometimes tender maid. Where art thou myfurveyed the heavens befpangled beloved r Doth not impatiencewith ilars,and fometimes the moon- wing
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