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Of stones and clubs had braved th' alarms,
-The sword Was given him temper'd so, that neither keen Nor solid might resist that edge; it met The sword of Satan with steep force to smite Descending and in half cut sheer.--Milton. ? nec enim levia aut ludicra petuntur Præmia, sed Turni de
et sanguine certant.–Virgil.
3 In Milton. * This thought is taken from Juvenal, Satire 15. 5 Genua labant
incidit ictus, Ingens ad terram duplicato poplite Turnus.
Or mountain sunk with all his pines,
"Good Gentlemen and friends and kin,
navies; Nor cut your poles down while I've breath, Though raised more, thick than hatchel
teeth : But leave King George and all his elvesTo do their conq'ring work themselves." . And earth self-balanced on her centre hung.
-Milton. ? In Aristophanes' Comedy of the Clouds. Socrates is represented as hoisted in a basket to aid contemplation.
They said, they lower'd him down in
Not so our 'Squire submits to rule, But stood, heroic as a mule. "You'll find it all in vain," quoth he, "To play your rebel tricks on me. All punishments, the world can render, Serve only to provoke th' offender; The will gains strength from treatment
horrid, As hides grow harder when they're cur
ried. No man e'er felt the halter draw, With good opinion of the law; Or held in method orthodox His love of justice, in the stocks; Or fail'd to lose by sheriff's shears At once his loyalty and ears. Have you made Murrayi look less big, Or smoked old Williamsi to a Whig? Did our mobb’d Ol’vero quit his station, Or heed his vows of resignation ? Has Rivington,3 in dread of stripes, Ceased lying since you stole his types ? 500 And can you think my faith will alter, By tarring, whipping or the halter? I'll stand the worst; for recompense I trust King George and Providence. And when with conquest gain'd I come, Array'd in law and terror home, Ye'll rue this inauspicious morn, And curse the day, when ye were born, In Job's high style of imprecations, With all his plagues, without his pa
tience.” Meanwhile beside the pole the guard A Bench of Justice had prepared, 4 Were sitting round in awful sort The grand Committee hold their Court;
1 Members of the Mandamus Council in Mas. sachusetts. The operation of smoking Tories was thus performed. The victim was confined in a close room before a large fire of green wood, and a cover applied to the top of the chimney.
2 Thomas Oliver, Esq., Lieut. Governor of Massachusetts. He was surrounded at his seat in the country and intimidated by the mob into the signing of his resignation.
Rivington was a Tory Printer in New York. Just before the commencement of the war, party from New Haven attacked his press, and carried off or destroyed the types.
4 An imitation of legal forms was universally practiced by the mobs in New-England, in the trial and condemnation of Tories. This marks a curious trait of national character.
While all the crew, in silent awe,
“That 'Squire M'Fingal having grown
Forthwith the crowd proceed to ceck With halter'd noose M'FINGAL's neck, While he in peril of his soul Stood tied half-hanging to the pole; Then lifting high the ponderous jar, Pour'd o'er his head the smoaking tar. 540 With less profusion once was spread Oil on the Jewish monarch's head, That down his beard and vestments ran, And cover'd all his outward man. As when (So Claudian5 sings) the Gods And earth-born Giants fell at odds, The stout Enceladus in malice Tore mountains up to throw at Pallas; And while he held them o'er his head, The river, from their fountains fed, Pour'd down his back its copious tide, And wore its channels in his hide: So from the high-raised urn the torrents Spread down his side their various cur
rents; His flowing wig, as next the brim, First met and drank the sable stream; Adown his visage stern and grave Rollld and adhered the viscid wave; With arms depending as he stood, Each cuff capacious holds the flood; From nose and chin's remotest end, The tarry icicles descend; Till all o'erspread, with colors gay, He glitter'd to the western ray, Like sleet-bound trees in wintry skies, Or Lapland idol carved in ice. And now the feather-bag display'd Is waved in triumph o'er his head, And clouds him o'er with feathers missive, And down, upon the tar, adhesive:
Not Maia's 1 son, with wings for ears,
Then on the fatal cart, in state
590 With like devotion all the choir Paraded round our awful 'Squire; In front the martial music comes Of horns and fiddles, fifes and drums, With jingling sound of carriage bells, And trebel creak of rusted wheels. Behind, the croud, in lengthen'd row With proud procession, closed the show. And at fit periods every throat Combined in universal shout;
600 And hail'd great Liberty in chorus, Or bawl'd .confusion to the Tories.' Not louder storm the welkin braves From clamors of conflicting waves; Less dire in Lybian wilds the noise When rav'ning lions lift their voice; Or triumphs at town-meetings made, On passing votes to regulate trade.5
Thus having borne them round the town, Last at the pole they set them down; 610 And to the tavern take their way To end in mirth the festal day.
And now the Mob, dispersed and gone, Left 'Squire and Constable alone.
1 Mercury, described by the Poets with wings on his head and feet. An angel wing'd-six wings he wore.
-Milton. 3 Alluding to Plato's famous definition of Man, Animal bipes implume-a two-legged ani. mal without feathers.
* Livy's History.
5 Such votes were frequently passed at townmeetings, with the view to prevent the aug. mentation of prices, and stop the depreciation of the paper money.
The constable with rueful face
utter'd. "Ah, Mr. Constable, in vain
639 We strive 'gainst wind and tide and rain! Behold my doom! this feathery omen Portends what dismal times are coming. Now future scenes, before my eyes, And second-sighted forms arise. I hear a voice, that calls away, And cries ‘The Whigs will win the day.' My beck'ning Genius gives command, And bids me fly the fatal land; Where changing name and constitution, Rebellion turns to Revolution, While Loyalty, oppress'd, in tears, Stands trembling for its neck and ears.
"Go, summon all our brethren, greeting, To muster at our usual meeting ; There my prophetic voice shall warn 'em Of all things future that concern 'em, And scenes disclose on which, my friend, Their conduct and their lives depend. There I?—but first 'tis more of use, From this vile pole to set me loose; Then go with cautious steps and steady, While I steer home and make all ready.
END OF CANTO THIRD
1782. I hear a voice, you cannot hear, That says, I must not stay.--Tickell's Ballad.
Quos Ego--sed motos præstat componere fluctus.-Virgil.
POETRY OF THE REVOLUTION
FROM "BRADDOCK'S FATE AND Come, every soldier, charge your gun,
Take aim until the work is done :
Don't throw away your fire;
For he that fires without an aim, Beneath this stone brave Braddock lies,
May kill his friend, and be to blame, Who always hated cowardice,
And in the end come off with shame, But fell a savage sacrifice;
When forced to retire.
Sufficient is thy marine powers,
To dissipate all eastern showers:
And if our arms be blest,
Thy sons in North America Sleep, sleep, I say, brave valiant man, Will drive these hell-born dogs away Bold death, at last, has bid thee stand, 10
As far beyond the realms of day,
As east is from the west.
Forbear, my muse, thy barbarous song, Thy post and honors to resign;
Upon this theme thou'st dweit too long, Now iron slumber doth confine;
It is too high and much too strong,
The learned won't allow :
co Much honor should accrue to him,
Who ne'er was at their Academ,
Come, blot out every telesem;?
Go home unto thy plow.
Aug. 20, 1755. That if he lives another year,
Tilden's Miscellaneous Poems on Divers Oc. Complete in armor he'll appear,
casions, chiefly to animate and rouse the SolAnd laugh at death, and scoff at fear, diers.-1756.
To right his country's wrong.
To arms, to arms! my jolly grenadiers ! New England's sons, you know their way, Hark, how the drums do roll it along ! And how to cross them in their play, To horse, to horse, with valiant good And drive these murdering dogs away,
cheer; Unto their last confusion.
We'll meet our proud foe before it is
long. One bold effort o let us make,
Let not your courage fail you; And at one blow behead the snake;
Be valiant, stout, and bold;
And it will soon avail you,
My loyal hearts of gold.
? A name the author gives to this sort of If Heaven and George shall say so too: meter.-Author's Note. And if we drive the matter thro'
3"This jingling provincial ballad The land will be at rest.
posed in Chester county, Pennsylvania, while the army
on its march in the spring or 1 The author.
early summer of 1755."-Winthrop Sargent.
THE DEATH OF WOLFE
See how, see how, they break and Ay be
fore us! See how they are scattered all over the
plain! Now, Now,-now, now, our country will
adore us! In peace, and in triumph, boys, when
we return again!
For all our actions told:
My loyal hearts of gold.
say Huzzah! 'Tis nobly done—the day's our
huzzah, huzzah ! "The History of an Expedition to Fort Du Quesne.”—1755.
(Anon) Thy merits, Wolfe, transcend all human
praise, The breathing marble or the muses' lays. Art is but vain—the force of language
weak, To paint thy virtues, or thy actions
speak Had I Duché's or Godfrey's magic skill
, Each line to raise, and animate at willTo rouse each passion dormant in the
soul, Point out its object, or its rage controlThen, Wolfe, some faint resemblance
should we find Of those great virtues that adorn'd thy
mind. Like Britain's genius shouldst thou then
appear, Hurling destruction on the Gallic rearWhile France, astonish'd, trembled at thy
sight, And placed her safety in ignoble Alight. Thy last great scene should melt each
Briton's heart, And rage and grief alternately impart. With foes surrounded, midst the shades
of death, These were the words that closed the
warrior's breath"My eyesight fails !—but does the foe re
treat? If they retire, I'm happy in my fate!" 20