While BURKE, in strains pathetic, paints
The sufferings dire of GENTOO saints,
From HOLY CITY[1] driven;
Cries HASTINGS, I admit their worth,
I thought them far too good for earth,
So pack’d them off to Heaven.

ANOTHER.

MAJOR SCOTT’s Defence of the ROHILLA MASSACRE.

So poor ROHILLAS overthrown,
That HASTINGS has no mercy shown
In vain, cries SCOTT, to prove you strive;
By G—d he never murder’d one,
For half are still alive.

[1] BENARES, the MECCA of HINDOSTAN.