WHEN boafting Gage was hurry'd o'er II. "Your plumed corps though Percy cheers And far-fam'd British grenadiers, Renown'd for martial skill; Yet Albion's heroes bite the plain, And fallow Bunker's hill. III. Some tuneful bard who pants for fame, For Spartan valour here renown'd Where laurels fhade the facred ground, Heroic Warren fell. Erewhile IV. Erewhile a Howe indignant rofe, A coward's orders to perform, Lo, yon fea-Alva rides the form, V. Though darkness all the horizon shroud, Yet Franklin, vers'd in nature's laws, VI. Around him Sydneys, Hampdens throng; Can Roman zeal inspire; The Amphyctyon Council, hand in hand, Catch his electrick fire. Lord Howe. VII. Can Vell. Can fleets or troops fuch fpirits tame, "Midft diftant wilds they'll find a home, VIII. "Midft the Snow-ftorm + yon hero § fhines He falls, the foldier,-patriot,-fage! * "We can retire beyond the reach of your navy, and without any fenfible diminution of the neceffaries of life, enjoy a luxury, which from that period you will want; the luxury of being free." The Address of the twelve United Provinces to the Inhabitants of Great Britain. + When every thing was prepared, the General waited the op portunity of a Snow ftorm to carry his defign into execution,being obliged to take a circuit, the signal for the attack was given, and the garrifon alarmed before he reached the place; however, preffing on, he forced the firft barrier, and was juft opening to attempt the fecond, when he was unfortunately killed." IX. Brighten the chain, the wampum tie, The Congrefs binds the favage race, As Heaven's own æther rules through space, X. Canadians fcorn your vile beheft, * XI. No more will kings court Britain's fmiles, No more her virtues charm: See her purfue the ignoble ftrife, THE CANADA, OR LAWYER'S BILL. XII. Vain XII. Vain France, and Spain's vindictive power, To spread war's dire alarms; -No more our fleet's triumphant ride; May feel the Bourbon arms. XIII. America, with just disdain, Will break degenerate Britain's chain, I fee new Lockes and Camdens rife, XIV. Behold her blazing flag unfurl'd, From whom dominion fprings. XV. Heaven's choiceft gifts enrich her plain, For her the filken infects toil, The olive teems with floods of oil, And glows the purple vine. XVI. Her |