Sir: _With the zeal of a religious Enthusiast to his murdered Saint, the Author of this mournful Eulogium consecrates it to the Memory of Major André, who fell a Martyr in the Cause of his King and Country, with the firm Intrepidity of a Roman, and the amiable Resignation of a Christian Hero._ _Distant Awe and Reverence prevent her offering these Effusions of Gratitude to the Beneficent and Royal Patron of the André Family. May Mr. André's illustrious General, the Guardian of his injured Honour, his conspicuous and personal Friend, deign to accept them from One who was once happy in the Friendship of the_ Glorious Sufferer. _Your Excellency's_ _Most obedient humble Servant_, Anna Seward. MONODY ON MAJOR ANDRÉ. Loud howls the storm! the vex'd Atlantic roars! Thy Genius, Britain, wanders on its shores! Hears cries of horror, wafted from afar, And groans of Anguish, mid the shrieks of War! Hears the deep curses of the Great and Brave, Sigh in the wind, and murmur on the wave! O'er his damp brow the sable crape he binds, And throws his victor-garland[68] to the winds; Bids haggard Winter, in her drear sojourn, Tear the dim foliage from her drizzling urn; With sickly yew unfragrant cypress twine, And hang the dusky wreath round Honour's shrine. Bids steel-clad valour chace his dove-like Bride, Enfeebling Mercy, from his awful side; Where long she sat, and check'd the ardent rein, As whirl'd his chariot o'er th' embattled plain; Gilded with sunny smile her April tear, Rais'd her white arm and stay'd th' uplifted spear; Then, in her place, bid Vengeance mount the car, And glut with gore th' insatiate Dogs of War!-- With one pale hand the bloody scroll[69] he rears, And bids his nations blot it with their tears; And one, extended o'er th' Atlantic wave, Points to his André's ignominious grave! And shall the Muse, that marks the solemn scene, "As busy Fancy lifts the veil between," Refuse to mingle in the awful train, Nor breathe with glowing zeal the votive strain? From public fame shall admiration fire The boldest numbers of her raptur'd lyre To hymn a Stranger?--and with ardent lay Lead the wild mourner round her Cook's morai, While André fades upon his dreary bier, And Julia's[70] only tribute is her tear? Dear, lovely Youth! whose gentle virtues stole Thro' Friendship's soft'ning medium on her soul! Ah no!--with every strong resistless plea, Rise the recorded days she pass'd with thee, While each dim shadow of o'erwhelming years, With Eagle-glance reverted, Mem'ry clears.