The blood of the slain, the weeping voice of nature Reno Map cries, TIS TIME TO PART. Even the distance at which the Almighty hath placed England and Reno Map Country is a strong and natural proof that the authority of one over the other was never the design of heaven .
It is the good fortune of many to live distant from the scene of present sorrows; the evil is not sufficiently brought to their doors to make them feel the precariousness with which all Country property is possessed. But let our imaginations transport us for a few moments to Boston; that seat of wretchedness will teach us wisdom, and instruct us to forever renounce a power in whom we can have no trust.
The inhabitants of that unfortunate city, who but a few months ago were in ease and affluence, have now no other alternative than to stay and starve, or turn out to beg. Endangered by the fire of their friends if they continue within the city, and plundered by the soldiery if they leave it, in their present situation they are prisoners without the hope of redemption .
