of choice, convert his army into a garrison, and invite a siege. Had this been done at New York, General Howe, by blockading it, would soon have reduced us to the necessity of starving, surrendering, or fighting our way out again; or had he preferred an assault, what fortifications were there to justify the assertion, that it was tenable for a single day? A few batteries and redoubts do not render a place capable of sustaining a siege. As to General Howe, I have scarce a doubt that he might have carried the entrenchments at Brooklyn, and cut off the troops posted there. Even without intercepting with his ships of war, the passage of East river, the retreat across it would have been sufficiently difficult and tardy, to have rendered the loss of much the greater portion of our army inevitable. That the works would have been well defended and cost him a great many men, can neither be affirmed nor denied. The feelings of raw troops are too uncertain to be calculated upon; and considering what had recently happened, it is rather to be presumed, that the defence would not have been obstinate. But General Howe, it should be remembered, was yet a stranger to our circumstances and the character of our force. Though he had just vanquished a part of it in the open field, the remainder was behind entrenchments, supported by redoubts; and he had cause for being cautious from what had happened at Bunker's hill. Besides, he probably reasoned as we at first did, that our losses might be more easily supplied than his own; and, from the boldness of Congress in declaring independence in defiance of the concentrated power of Britain, he had certainly grounds to conclude, that their resources were great and their army extremely numerous. In addition to these considerations he had no reason to calculate on our precipitate retreat. He was preparing to attack us under the cover of batteries; and, in that case, might have been enabled to destroy the rear of our force with little loss to himself. It must, however, be admitted, that the character of Sir William's generalship savoured rather of caution than enterprise. REFLECTIONS OF A RECLUSE. BY JOHN E. HALL. ye fled? DAYS of my youth, ah! whither have Not then, I pour'd The melancholy song of memory; No solitary tale my idle hours could tell Of sorrow; Hope departed; or Despair. I rioted in youth's gay harvest, And quaff'd the cup of roseate health and joy. If e'er I smile, 't is as the flower of spring, Whose tincture blooms through drops of morning dew! And when the once loved charms of solitude I woo, amid the valley's silence, Or on the high hill top, where thunders loud "T is not to bathe in dreams of shadowy bliss, I love to watch the slow revolving moon, Me, now, All hail, December's chilling skies! Bring care, with self-consuming wants oppress'd, Let famine stalk, and with insatiate hand, |