The British Press; or, Morning Literary Advertiser.
London, England, 1824-09-15 00:00:00

Jf:MMY DA W&.'

Shenstone's pathetic and affecting bayed of Jortmly
Dawson has drawn tears from every person of amiability,
or possessing the feelings of humanity • and it will mistime
to be admired as long as the English 'language shill exist
This ballad, which is founded in truth, was taken from a
narrative first published in the Parr,: of the 4.1 of Ammst,
I I it', three days after the transaction it records It is
1 given in the form of a letter, and is as follows:-
1 " A young lady of a good family and handsome feria?*
, hal for souse time extremely loved, and was equally beloved
1 by Mr. James Ihwson' one of those unhappy gentlemen
who suffered on Wednesday last, at Kennington Common,
• for high treason ; and had he either been acquitted, or have
found the royal mercy after condemnation, the flay of his
enlargement was to have been that of their marrirge.
" I will not prolong the narrative by any repetition or
, what she suffered on sentence being passed on him; none.
excepting those utterly incapable of feeling any soft or se-
eerous motions, but may easily conceive her Keats;
!beside, the sad catastrophe will he sufficient to convince you
of their sincerity.
" Not all the persuasions of her kindred cotild ;menu
her from going to the place of execution: she eras det:t-
I mined to see the last of a person so dear to her, amt ac-
, c .r.lingly followed the sledges in a hackney coach, act-ea:pit-
n'ed by a gentleman nearly related to her, and one fem. i e
i fiend. She got near enough to sec the fire kindled whir 1
; was to consume that heart she knew was so ranch deve:"l
to her, and all the other dreadful preparations for his :1:e,
without betraying any of these emotions her frieuils appre-
hended ; but when all was over, and that she foetal he it 4
no more, she threw her head hsek into the mach, and eit-
!culating, " My dear, I follow thee! I follow thee! LerA
IJesus! receive both our souls together," fell ou the neck of
her empaaion, and expired the very moment she baldest
i speaking.
That excessive grief which the fore: of her reliant en
had kept smothered within her breast, is thou:tilt to Eire'
put a stop to the vital motion, and suffocated at ace all
• the animal spirits."
In 'the Whitehall Evening Pad, August 7th, this earn'
live is copied with the remark, that " upon inquiry every
!circumstance was literally true."
1 A ballad was cried about the streets at the time. fiundel
• on this melancholy narrative, but it can scarcely he aid to
i have aided Shetistone in his beautiful production.
A xecnove.—Some of the Indians believe that the evil
spirit is the maker of spirituous liquors, (rent abaci', rea
withstanding, too mane of them cannot refrain. Yet them
hare been numerous instances to the contrary. la'''.
drunkenness has urged them to commit some crime whlch
tin their sober momenta they held in detestation. An In-
! diem, who hail been born am! brought up at Minis:vb.
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near the Delaware water-gap, and to whom the liern:rt.
inhabitants of that neighbourhood had given the n4:-. • c:
Cornelius Rosenbaum, told Mr. Heellewehler, nor : • •
years ago, that he had once, when under the intluer.c_ il
strong liquor, killed the best Indian friend he had, toms-
ing him to be Isis worst avowed enemy. Ile said that tiv
deception was complete, and that %bile intoxicated, 0 e
face of his friend presented to his eyes all the (mute, ':-
1 suited
man with whom be was in a state of hostihty. 1: ','
impossible to expreis the horror with which he was se'
when he awoke from that delusion ; he was so ehm.ked.
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that he from that moment resolved never more to taste of
the maddening poison, of which he was convinced t.i
1 de„til was the inventor; for it could only be the evil sin: d
wno made him see his enemy when les friend was beti.,,i
hint, and produced be
eso strong a delusion on !lip wildere .
senses that be actually killed bin:. From that time one i
Lis death, which happened tHirty pars afterwards. 11,.
never "'drank a drop of ardent spina, which he "3':'
called " the devil's blood," aril was firmly peau
the devil, or same of his info ior spirits, !!ada hard I-
i rrepering it. seleel 11.....: