The next year he returned to England,[37] where, after a disreputable life of some twenty-two or twenty-three years, of which little is known, he is said to have died in the year 1800.
Such are some of the more salient points in the career of Major Robert Rogers, the Ranger. When another century shall have buried in oblivion his frailties, the valor of the partizan commander will shine in undimmed lustre. When the historian gives place to the novelist and the poet, his desperate achievements portrayed by their pens will render as romantic the borders of Lake George, as have the daring deeds of Rob Roy McGregor, rehearsed by Walter Scott, made enchanting the Shores of Lock Lomond.
ROUSED FROM DREAMS.
By ADELAIDE CILLEY WALDRON.
Through the gorges leaps the pealing thunder;
Lurid flashes rend the sky asunder;
On my window-pane, making wild refrain,
Sharply strikes the rain.
Wind in furious gusts with angry railing