after hour--roused himself twice only, for a moment,
from his death-stupor: once, the first night, to ejaculate mournfully,
"Who would have thought it!" And again once, he was heard to say, days
after, in a tone of hope, "Another time we will do better!" which were
his last words, "death following in a few minutes." Weary, heavy-laden
soul; deep Sleep now descending on it,--soft sweet cataracts of Sleep
and Rest; suggesting hope, and triumph over sorrow, after all:--"Another
time we will do better;" and in few minutes was dead! [Manuscript
JOURNAL OF GENERAL BRADDOCK'S EXPEDITION IN 1755 (British Museum: King's
Library, 271 e, King's Mss. 212): raw-material, this, of the Official
Account (--London Gazette,--August 26th, 1755), where it is faithfully
enough abridged. Will perhaps be printed by some inquiring PITTSBURGHER,
one day, after good study on the ground itself? It was not till 1758
that the bones of the slain were got buried, and the infant Pittsburg
(now so busy and smoky) rose from the ashes of FORT DUQUESNE.]

The Colonial Populations, who had been thinking of Triumphal Arches
for Braddock's return, are struck to the nadir by this news. French and
Indians break over the Mountains, harrying, burning, scalping; the Black
Settlers fly inward, with horror and despair: "And the Home Government,
too, can prove a broken reed? What is to become of us; whose is America
to be?"--And in fact, under such guidance from Home Governments and
Colonial, there is no saying how the matter might have gone. To men of
good judgment, and watching on the spot, it was, for years coming, an
ominous dubiety,--the chances rather for the French, "who understand
war, and are all under one head." [Governor Pownal's Memorial (of which
INFRA), in Thackeray's--Life of Chatham.--] But there happens to be in
England a Mr. Pitt, with royal eyes more and more indignantly set
on this Business; and in the womb of Time there lie combinations and
conjunctures. If the Heavens have so decreed!--

The English had, before this, despatched their Admiral Boscawen, to
watch certain War-ships, which they had heard the French were fitting
out for America; and to intercept the same, by capture if not otherwise.
Boscawen is on the outlook, accordingly; descries a French fleet, Coast
of Newfoundland, first days of June; loses it again in the fogs of the
Gulf-Stream; but has, June 9th (a month before that of Braddock), come
up with Two Frigates of it, and, after s