ho has been so celebrated as the correspondent
of Mr. STERNE, under the name of ELIZA, will naturally attract the
notice of the Public. That she was deserving of the encomiums bestowed
upon her by that _admirable writer_ will appear from the following
eulogium, written by the excellent Abbe RAYNAL, which I transmit to
you for publication in your next Magazine.--I am yours, &c. A.T.

"Territory of _Anjengo_,[3] thou art nothing; but thou hast given
birth to Eliza. A day will come, when these staples of commerce,
founded by the Europeans on the coasts of Asia, will exist no more.
Before a few centuries are elapsed, the grass will cover them, or the
Indians, _avenged_, will have built upon their ruins. But if my works
be destined to have any duration, the name of Anjengo will not be
obliterated from the memory of man. Those who shall read my works, or
those whom the winds shall drive towards these shores, will say--There
it is that Eliza Draper was born; and if there be a Briton among them,
he will immediately add, with the spirit of conscious pride--And there
it was that she was born of English parents.

[3] A town of Hindoostan, in Travancore.

"Let me be permitted to indulge my grief, and to give a free course to
my tears! Eliza was my friend. Reader, whosoe'er thou art, forgive me
this involuntary motion;--let my mind dwell upon Eliza. If I have
sometimes moved thee to compassionate the calamities of the human
race, let me now prevail upon thee to commiserate my own misfortune. I
was thy friend without knowing thee; be for a moment mine. Thy gentle
pity shall be my reward.

"Eliza ended her days in the land of her forefathers, at the age of
three-and-thirty. A celestial soul was separated from a heavenly body.
Ye who visit the spot on which her sacred ashes rest, write upon the
marble that covers them: In such a year, in such a month, on such a
day, at such an hour, God withdrew his spirit, and Eliza died.

"And thou, _original writer_, her admirer and her friend, it was Eliza
who inspired _thy works_, and dictated to thee the most affecting
pages of them. _Fortunate Sterne, thou art no more_, and I am left
behind. I wept _over thee with Eliza_; thou wouldst weep over her with
me: and had it been the will of Heaven, that you had both survived me,
your tears would have fallen together upon my grave.

"The men were used to say, that no woman had so many graces as Eliza:
the women said so too. They all praised h