Wrote some Months after the Accounts of my Brother's Death, who was killed in Action, July 1st 1763, near to Patna in Bengal. WHen unobserv'd — and all around seem gay, In mournful thought o'er Patna's field I stray; His dear Remains, which unentomb'd lie there, Collect each atom with a sister's care. No spot unhallow'd — by my silent grief, And this alone can give my mind relief; When rais'd to him — where blest in God above, Does only truth and virtue still approve; But back to Earth distracted do I flie, Pale, lifeless, mangl'd, there I see him lie! His streaming Blood! — O Heaven avert the stroke, Nor to a Parent let the sight be brought, Enough to discord May an impartial hand Trace every virtue that I might commend.