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Without committing treafon.
-If LEE will dance a loyal jig,
He'll get a fugar plumb-or fig,
And taste a Treas'ry raifin.

There let the trufty Heffians fteer,
The rifle-men will quake thro' fear,
And Yaugars fhoot them dead.
-Heifter has finger'd H-RV---Y's * gold;
But 'till the wind is fair,---he's told)
To vomit at Spithead.

Away the dear bought cut-throats go
To fight a wind-mill (your old foe)
Yet hear one ferious truth:

Without much forrow we fhall read

How + Sclatzen-Knotzen, Blatzchun bleed,
-Unless we break a tooth.

But friends demand the plaintive lay,
With whom I pafs'd youth's joyous day,

And

by the difpenfing power of admiralty and treasury licences; and (it is faid) that Lord Howe has obtained a patent for the commiffioners to hold an annual fair each fall, and to fell peace, groceries, and haberdashery, to all the Americans who will fubmit and lay down their arms.

* General H-R V-Y prevailed on him to fail, without the fecond divifion, by giving him a dose of aurum putabile in his hock.

The names of officers in the Brunfwic guards.

And felt a foldier's pride;
His wit and virtues.could I fpeak!
-I figh'd, and tears bedew'd my cheek
When ABERCROMBY died.

TO CONWAY tune no venal lyre,
Revere the genuine Patriot's fire,
(Such whigs are out of date :)

He loves his country-loves her laws;
For her alone his fword he draws,
-The foldier of the state.

Germans will ftand th' electric shock,
If you provide four-crout and hock,
Or else you'll meet reproaches:
With harden'd hearts, and hopes elate,
May they, like Pharoah, fink in ftate,
All coffin'd in their ‡ coaches.

Did you the glorious treaty fign?

Who but G-RM-NE could e'er divine,

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Thefe lineal defcendants of Hengift, have laid in a large flock of old hock, and refused (tho' transports are scarce) to fail without their coaches, as they have fome thoughts of fet tling in America. Lord MANSFIELD fays, their claims by hereditary right are unquestionable. The argument flands thus-England being the mother country, Heffe is the grandmother; as the English (I appeal to Mr. MACPHER SON) can only be confidered as colonifed Heffians.

Of algebraic head,

That as nine taylors make a man,
Three wounded Heffians (on that plan)
Are equal to one § dead?

Old || ISRAEL fhook his new-ground spear,
And Yankey* GEORGE hung on the rear,

While + GRANT, with fear and shame,
His knapsack stuff'd with ‡ Highland oats,
Brave Howe and HOTSPUR call'd the boats,
-TOM GAGE could do the fame.

Is this the way, moft valorous Lord, "To deftine rebels to the cord." Or conquer at Quebec ?

In spite of every § witty boaft,

HowE fwings along a barren coaft,

-He cou'd n't fave his neck!

Thefe

"By the Heffian treaty, three wounded men fhall be

reckoned as one killed, and paid for accordingly."

ISRAEL PUTNAM.

See the Parliamentary Register.

GEORGE WASHINGTON,

+ General GRANT.

Vincit Amor patriæ.

In one of General How E's letters, his excellency makes a desperate attempt to be witty ;---but neck-or-nothing seems to be his military maxim for wit as well as war. "The rebels, (fays he) are hors du danger, if their necks are as fafe as mine," viz. Bofton Neck.---But as this is his first bon-mot, perhaps he will improve in the courfe of the cam

Thefe glorious triumphs you may tell,
No doubt they'll have a magic spell,
And make 'Squire Boobies willing
To grant fupplies at every check,
-Give them the plunder of a wreck,
They'll vote another fhilling.

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Unfit to wield the martial blade,
You chofe the ftate affaffin's trade,
Your country to undo:

-As copper, tho' no warlike mettle,
Can poifon the domestic kettle,
And fo refembles you.

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Mr. BURKE's humane bill was thrown out by the country gentlemen (thofe great fupporters of the American war) who were determined to preferve their tenants rights ---to all deo-dands.

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OF statesmens wiles I fcorn to fing;
Who flatter or betray the king

Can fcarce deferve my praise.
O Venus, thy own bard infpire,
In pleafing notes to wake the lyre
For buxom CHARLOTTE HAYES.

Nor let Parnaffian maids be coy,
My strain is chaste (though tun'd to joy)
You oft obey my fummons:
-Though CHARLOTTE's girls yield for hire,
'Tis through ambition they afpire

To act-like lords and commons !

Her fprightly fair ones laugh and fing;
Bestow love's sweets, without the fting,

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