For them might hermits quit the cell,
They'll tempt the hero of Pall-Mall +
To prefs your foft pavillions !
The Coterie's experienc'd dame
Will laugh to find the bold GERMAIN
Entrench'd-behind Cotillions !

My Lord applauds OMIAH's skill,
Erects a kingdom at his will,

Then gives the king this nice toy;
Refigns an Ifle I, and Bofton town,
Joins Otaheité to the Crown,

And makes OMIAH VICEROY!

TO THE EDITOR.

BY ТНЕ SAME.

THOUGH my friend General Burgoyne and his army have laid down their arms, yet they were invincible whilst they held them in their hands — This is my confolation-the campaign has not anfwered our expectations-Ego & Rex meus are dif

† Lord George Germain, who refided in Pall-Mall. Sullivan's Inland; key of Charles-town.

Gazette.

appointed

appointed-One army being prifoners at Bofton, and another army, shut up, in Philadelphia, are (it must be owned) rather unlucky accidents-But let it be confidered that we have only fixty thousand men in America, (Gen. Burgoyne and his army included.) Thirty or forty thousand more may do great things, and perhaps reduce the rebels to unconditional fubmiffion in five or fix campaigns. I took up the pen from a generous motive;-to celebrate our supposed victories, to display the glory of Old England, the extenfion of our commerce, the wifdom of our minifters, the magnanimity of our monarch, and the happiness of the people-As it is my ardent wish to raise the fpirits of my defponding countrymen, I ftill think the publication of the following chearful Ode (though a little mala-propos at present as to facts) may prove a natio nal benefit.

SING Io Peans, through the land,
No more the yankey cowards stand

Who bafely meant to enflave us :
We've flay'd their virgins, babes, and wives,
With tomahawks and fcalping knives,
Which God and NATURE gave us t.

Our bayonets have oped their veins,
The CONGRESS quaking in our chains
Are" destin❜d to the cord || ;'

Yet ftill they talk of rights and laws,
And fay they fell in freedom's caufe
Beneath a tyrant's fword!

Lord Suffolk's speech.

Thefe words were ufed by General Gage in a Proclamation

Fublifhed at Bofton.

Bafe,

:

Bafe traitors ring from every tongue,
The king-the king-can do no wrong !
These knaves talk Common Senfe † !
Array'd in terrors let him shine,

And imitate the wrath divine;

'Tis in his own defence!

"Grac'd with the magick power of words
"So known, fo honour'd by the lords,"
Our Tully will harangue 'em :
Ambitious Twitcher act Jack Ketch,
And gratify his loyal letch,

Both to impeach and hang 'em.

Sam Johnson rob'd in gown and band,
With that fam'd pamphlet in his hand
Which charm'd the British nation;

Will tune his wit to gibe and fcoff,
And roar-(just as they're all turn'd off)
"No tyranny Taxation." §

Gallant Germain cries" Who's afraid,"
Then nobly draws his conquering blade,

A celebrated American pamphlet.

The Earl of Sandwich.

Alluding to his pamphlet, entitled Taxation no Tyranny.

Yet ftain'd with Minden's flaughter:
He spares no rebel,-live or dead,
For lo, he fmites off-Cushing's head †,
And flogs his wife and daughter.

Franklin shall Sawney's vengeance feel,
And die by neither rope or steel,
But take a daring flight;

To heaven he mounts in chains of wire,
To perish by his stolen fire †,
Ty'd to a paper-kite.

The fevere punishment designed for this gentleman, and his family, was probably owing to his lordship's having difcovered that Mr. Cushing had conceived an idea of being elected king by the revolted colonies. I am indebted to my learned friend, Dr. Johnson, for this anecdote, to which he alludes by saying, "If "their rights are inherent and underived, they may by their own "fuffrages encircle by a diademn the brows of Mr. Cufhing."

Taxation no Tyranny, p. 214.

It is clear beyond a poffibility of doubt, that this arch-patriot, philofopher, modern Prometheus, and rebel, is an old offender. The folicitor-general, Mr. Alexander Wedderburne, was therefore highly commendable for calling him a thief. He proved the charge (to the entire fatisfaction of the king and council) by a quotation from Zanga. Mr. Wilfon, it is to be hoped, will drefs up the doctor for his execution with a few blunted conductors.

Clinton