it; a great many of them even fancied, that
the threatening« o f the English would never
be carried into effect.
It is with the utmost grief, that
I
am going to describe the horrible scenes,
which the bombardment of Copenhagen
has offered.
1 know very well, that si
milar horrors are unfortunately the un
avoidable consequences o f war — but no
man is master o f his feelings, -especially in
the first transports of his grief.
Shame to
the world, I said to myself, when about se
ven and a half in the evening I heard the
thunder of the mortars breaking out, and
saw a large rocket flying like an arrow
through the streets and killing in its way a
poor innocent child, who stood at a win
dow opposite to my house.
O ! Britain! I
cried out in despair — Queen o f nations'!
Mother of such noble and manly sons! is
this thy Work? — The confusion was now
general. People run anxiously through the
streets; the mother to her children, the fa
ther to his family and every man on duty to




