[M] Upon taking a view of these scenes of wo, who can avoid some such exclamation as the following? Why has the all-seeing, beneficent Ruler of the universe delivered so many of our choice officers and brave soldiers into the hands of our enemies, to be slain in battle, and to lie unburied, to be dragged away in the galling chains of captivity, and to be put to torturing deaths by monsters of cruelty? Not, I presume, because of infidelity and injustice towards our enemies; but owing to our ingratitude towards the God of armies; and to our want of confidence in Jehovah--our pride, our too great confidence in our own wisdom, valor, and strength; our unbelief--and a catalogue of vices too tedious to enumerate. Aggravated national crimes have involved us in heavy and complicated judgments! [N] Here we met a number of the 41st regiment of British regulars, just from Fort George, going to Malden to supply the places of those who were killed on the 22d of January, at Frenchtown. They appeared to be very sociable, generally of the Irish descent. One of their officers said, “In a few weeks they would drive General Harrison and all his army along there.” “Yes,” replied James Allen[O] (who was one of my messmates), “before that time your Irish hides will be riddled so that they would not hold hickory nuts.” Another of that party said, “What nonsensical things those leather stocks were which we wore, with the sign of the eagle pecking out the eyes of the lion.” Said Allen, “This is only the shadow, the substance will soon follow.” [O] This Allen is the same who fought the duel with Fuller, near Fort Massac, who was supposed to be a British spy, before the commencement of the war. Fuller, after having been twice knocked down by Allen’s balls, was found to have a Dutch blanket folded, and a quire of paper over his COWARDLY breast as a shield. Allen was not injured.