A universal massacre commenced of the English, now defenceless, and passively resigned to their inhuman foes.

No age, no sex, no condition was spared.

The wife weeping for her butchered husband, and embracing her helpless children, was pierced with them, and perished by the same stroke.[**] The old, the young, the vigorous, the infirm, underwent a like fate, and were confounded in one common ruin.

In vain did flight save from the first assault: destruction was every where let loose, and met the hunted victims at every turn.

In vain was recourse had to relations, to companions, to friends: all connections were dissolved, and death was dealt by that hand from which protection was implored and expected.
Without provocation, without opposition, the astonished English, living in profound peace and full security were massacred by their nearest neighbors, with whom they had long upheld a continued intercourse of kindness and good offices.[***] But death was the lightest punishment inflicted by those rebels.