From the United STATES Literary Gazette.
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GEN. FRASER-SLAIN AT SARATOGA.
In the pride of his daring, Fraser fell,
And while slowly away we bore him,
The warriors rude whom he lov'd SO well
Shed burning and stern tears o'er him.
Idic-hc cried to his hcart-stwck chicf,-
Life flows away like fountain
Let my funeral rites be few and brct,
And my tomb, the peak Of the mountain.
There was not heart but heaved with wo,
AS the hero's hearse assembled,
And the vengeful shot of the watchtulfoe
With our farewell ,volley blended.
The pilgrim of honour seeks his grave,
Where the bright clouds rest in glory
Ills memory lives in the hearts Of the brave,
And his fame in his country's story.


& III