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8 Now Phæbus sought his pearly bed : But who can tell the scenes of dread,

The horrors of that fatal night! Close up these floating castles came; The Good Man Richard bursts in flame;

Seraphis trembled at the sight.


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Pearson as yet disdain'd to yield,
But scarce his secret fears conceald,

And thus was heard to cry-
"With hell, not mortals, I contend;
What art thou-human, or a fiend,
That dost my force defy?

"Return, my lads, the fight renew!"
So call'd bold Pearson to his crew;

But call’d, alas! in vain; Some on the decks lay maim'd and dead; Some to their deep recesses fled, And more were bury'd in the main.

17 Distress'd, forsaken, and alone, He haul'd his tatter'd standard down,

And yielded to his gallant foe; Bold Pallas soon the Countess took, Thus both their haughty colours struck,

Confessing what the brave can do.

10 Alas! that mortals should employ Such murdering engines, to destroy

That frame by heav'n so nicely join'd; Alas! that e'er the god decreed. That brother should by brother bleed, 59

And pour'd such madness in the mind.


11 But thou, brave Jones, no blame shalt

bear; The rights of men demand thy care:

For these you dare the greedy wavesNo tyrant on destruction bent Has planned thy conquests — thou art

To humble tyrants and their slaves.

18 But Jones, too dearly didst thou buy These ships possest so gloriously,

Too many deaths disgrac'd the fray: Thy barque that bore the conquering

flame, That the proud Briton overcame,

Even she forsook thee on thy way.


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Nor may she ride on oceans more serene Than Greece, triumphant, found that

stormy day, When angry Pallas spent her rage no

more On vanquished Ilium, then in ashes

laid, But turned it on the barque that Ajax

bore, Avenging thus her temple and the maid. When tossed upon the vast Atlantic main Your groaning ship the southern gales

shall tear, How will your sailors sweat, and you

complain And meanly howl to Jove, that will not

hear! But if, at last, upon some winding shore

A prey to hungry cormorants you lie, A wanton goat to every stormy power, And a fat lamb, in sacrifice, shall die.

Freeman's Journal, July 10, 1782.

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"Mala soluta navis erit alite

Ferens olentem Mavium,” etc.
With evil omens from the harbour sails
The ill-fated barque that worthless Ar-

nold bears,God of the southern winds, call up the

gales, And whistle in rude fury round his



Wars, cruel wars, and hostile Britain's

rage Have banished long the pleasures of the

stage; From the gay painted scene compelled to

part, (Forgot the melting language of the

heart) Constrained to shun the bold theatric

show, To act long tragedies of real woe, Heroes, once more attend the comic

muse; Forget our failings, and our faults ex

In that fine language is our fable drest Which still unrivall’d, reigns o'er all the

rest; Of foreign courts the study and the pride, Who to know this abandon all beside; Bold, though polite, and ever sure to

please; Correct with grace, and elegant with ease; 2 This was

a gala performance before General Washington


French Minister, January 2, 1782. The play was Ergente, by Beaumarchais, followed by a farce and a spec. tacular illumination,


With horrid waves insult his vessel's

sides, And may the east wind on a leeward

shore Her cables part while she in tumult rides, And shatter into shivers every oar. And let the north wind to her ruin haste, With such a rage, as when from moun

tains high He rends the tall oak with his weighty

blast, And ruin spreads where'er his forces fly. May not: one friendly star that night be

seen; No moon, attendant, dart one glimmer

ng ray, 1 Written in December, 1781, upon the de. parture of General Arnold from New York.








Soft from the lips its easy accents rolí, Or, between you and me, you would man-
Form'd to delight and captivate the soul: age.things better
In this Eugenia tells her easy lay,

Than the Title to print on so sneaking a The brilliant work of courtly Beaumar letter."

chais : In this Racine, Voltaire, and Boileau “Now being connected so long in the art sung,

It would not be prudent at present to part; The noblest poets in the noblest tongue.

And people, perhaps, would be frightIf the soft story in our play express'd

en'd, and fret Can give a moment's pleasure to your If the devil alone carried on the Gabreast,

zette." To you, GREAT Sır,1 we must be proud to

say That moment's pleasure shall our pains

Says Jemmy to Satan (by the way of a

wipe), Return'd' from conquest and from glori- “W1

“Who gives me the matter should furnish

the type); ous toils, From armies captur'd and unnumber'd

And why you find fault, I can scarcely

divine, Ere yet again, with generous France al

For the types, like the printer, are cer

tainly thine. lied, You rush to battle, humbling British pride;

"'Tis yours to deceive with the semblance While arts of peace your kind protection

of truth, share,

Thou friend of my age, and thou guide O let the Muses claim an equal care.

of my youth! You bade us first our future greatness

But, to prosper, pray send me some fur

ther supplies, see, Inspir'd by you, we languish'd to be free; A sett of new types, and a sett of new Even here where Freedom lately sat dis

lies." trest,

Freeman's Journal, Feb. 13, 1782. See, a new Athens rising in the west! Fair science blooms, where tyrants reigned before,

A PROPHECY Red war, reluctant, leaves our ravag'd shore

When a certain great king, whose initial Illustrious heroes, may you live to see

is G., These new republics powerful, great, and Shall force stamps upon paper, and folks free;

to drink tea; Peace, heaven born peace, o'er spacious When these folks burn his tea, and stampt regions spread,

paper, like stubble, While discord, sinking, veils her ghastly You may guess that this king is then head.

coming to trouble. Freeman's Journal, Jan. 9, 1782.

But when a petition he treads under his

feet, And sends over the ocean an army and

fleet; EPIGRAM

When that army, half-starved, and franOccasioned by the title of Mr. Riving

tic with rage, ton's 2 New York Royal Gazette, being

Shall be coop'd up with a leader whos: scarcely legible.

name rhymes to cage, Says Satan to Jemmy, “I hold you a bet

When that leader goes home, dejected That you mean to abandon our Royal

and sad, Gazette,

You may then be assur'd the king's pros

pects are bad: 1 Addressed to his excellency, General Wash But when B and C with their armies are ington.

taken, 2 Royal printer to his Britannic majesty while his forces held the city of New York, 1776,

This king will do well if he saves his to November 25, 1783. (Author's Note.)

own bacon.



In the year seventeen hundred and eighty

and two, A stroke he shall get that will make him

look blue; In the years eighty-three, eighty-four,

eighty-five, You hardly shall know that the king is

alive; In the year eighty-six the affair will be

over, And he shall eat turnips that grow in

Hanover. The face of the lion shall then become

pale, He shall yield fifteen teeth, and be

sheer'd of his tail. O king, my dear king, you shall be very

sore, The Stars and the Lilly shall run you on

shore, And your lion shall growl, but never bite

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So Jupiter read-a god of first rankAnd still had read on-but he came to a

blank: For the Fates had neglected the rest to

revealThey either forgot it, or chose to conceal:


Freeman's Journal, March 27, 1782.

When a leaf is torn out, or a blot on a

page That pleases our fancy, we fly in a rageSo, curious to know what the Fates would

say next, No wonder if Jove, disappointed, was






As Jove the Olympian (who both I and

you know, Was brother to Neptune, and husband to

Juno) Was lately reviewing his papers of state, He happen'd to light on the records of

Fate: In Alphabet order this volume was writ

tenSo he open'd at B, for the article Brit

ainShe struggles so well, said the god, I will

But still as true genius not frequently

fails, He glanced at the Virgin, and thought of

the Scales; And said, “To determine the will of the

Fates, One scale shall weigh Britain, the other

the States." Then turning to Vulcan, his maker of

thunder, Said he, “My dear Vulcan, I pray you

look yonder, Those creatures are tearing each other

to pieces, And, instead of abating, the carnage in



What the sisters in Pluto's dominions


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But Neptune bawled out—"Why Jove

you're a noddy, Is Britain sufficient to poise that vast

body? 'Tis nonsense such castles to build in the

airAs well might an oyster with Britain com-.



a hair.

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Now Jove to Columbia his shoulders ap

plied, But aiming to lift her, his strength she

defiedThen, turning about to their godships, he

says"A body so vast is not easy to raise; “But if you assist me, I still have a notion Our forces, united, can put her in motion, And swing her aloft, *(though alone I

might fail) And place her, in spite of her bulk, in

our scale; "If six years together the Congress have

strove, And more than divided the empire with


Then searching about with his fingers for

Britain, Thought he, "this same island I cannot

well hit on; The devil take him who first called her

the Great: If she was—she is vastly diminish'd of



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