Vain was the widow's, vain the orphan's cry,
To touch his feelings or to soothe his rage—
Vain the fair drop that roll'd from beauty's eye,
Vain the dumb grief of supplicating age.
Could Tryon hope to quench the patriot flame,
Or make his deeds survive in glory's page?
Could Britons seek of savages the same,
Or deem it conquest thus the war to wage?
* Mrs. Buckley was not a friend of the enemy. According to her testimony, under oath, she was badly treated by the soldiery, notwithstanding she had a protection from General Garth, the second in command. They plundered her house, stripped her buckles from her shoes, tore a ring from her finger, and fired the house five times before leaving it.—See Hinman's Historical Collections, p. 620.
Tryon's Retreat from Failfield.—Journey resumed.—Return to New Haven.—Visit to West Bridge and other Localities.