Their fields have gained everlasting celebrity, for there the most signal of victories was won for the good cause; but these fields, so lately a paradise, are now, to the distance of from ten to twelve miles, transformed into a desert.  What the industry of many years had acquired was annihilated in a few hours.  All around is one wide waste.  The numerous villages and hamlets are almost all entirely or partially reduced to ashes; the yet remaining buildings are perforated with balls, in a most ruinous condition, and plundered of every thing; the barns, cellars, and lofts, are despoiled, and stores of every kind carried off; the implements of farming and domestic economy, for brewing and distilling—­in a word, for every purpose—­the gardens, plantations, and fruit-trees—­are destroyed; the fuel collected for the winter, the gates, the doors, the floors, the wood-work of every description, were consumed in the watch-fires; the horses were taken away, together with all the other cattle; and many families are deploring the loss of beloved relatives, or are doomed to behold them afflicted with sickness and destitute of relief.

The miserable condition of these deplorable victims to the thirst of conquest, the distress which meets our view whenever we cross our thresholds, no language is capable of describing.  The horrid spectacle wounds us to the very soul.

But all these unfortunate creatures look up to Leipzig, formerly the source of their prosperity;—­their eloquent looks supplicate our aid; and the pang that wrings our bosoms arises from this consideration, that neither the exhausted means of Leipzig nor those of our ruined country are adequate to afford them that relief and support which may enable them to rebuild their habitations, and to return to the exercise of their respective trades and professions.

All the countries of our continent have been more or less drained by this destructive war.  Whither then are these poor people, who have such need of assistance—­whither are they to look for relief?  Whither but to the sea-girt Albion, whose wooden walls defy every hostile attack,—­who has, uninjured, maintained the glorious conflict with France, both by water and by land?  Ye free, ye beneficent, ye happy Britons, whose generosity is attested by every page of the annals of suffering Humanity—­whose soil bus been trodden by no hostile foot—­who know not the feelings of the wretch that beholds a foreign master revelling in his habitation,—­of you the city of Leipzig implores relief for the inhabitants of the circumjacent villages and hamlets, ruined by the military events in the past month of October.  We therefore entreat our patrons and friends in England to open a subscription in their behalf.  The boon of Charity shall be punctually acknowledged in the public papers, and conscientiously distributed, agreeably to the object for which it was designed, by a committee appointed for the purpose.  Those who partake of it will bless their benefactors, and their grateful prayers for them will ascend to Heaven.