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THE FOLLOWING VERSES WERE INTENDED TO HAVE

BEEN SPOKEN AT

THE MISCHIANZA, PRILADELPHIA, ADDRESSED TO GENERAL HOWE ON HIS LEAVING THE ARMY; BUT THE GENERAL WOULD NOT PERMIT THEM TO BE SPOKEN,

Down from the starry threshold of Jove's court
A messenger I come, to grace your sport,
And at your feet th’immortal wreath I lay,
From chiefs of old renown, who bid me say,
Like you, they once aspir'd to please the fair
With all the sportive images of war,
Round Arthur's board, when chivalry was young
In jufts and tilts their manly nerves they ftrung,
Scorning to waste the intervals of peace
In sordid riot, or inglorious ease:
Martial and bold their exercises' were,
Though Gothic, grand; tho' festive, yet severe,
Design’d to fire the breast to deeds of worth,
And call the impatient foul of glory forth.
Thus train'd to virtue, when the trumpets sound,
And red cross, streaming, led to holy ground,
Or violated rights, and Freedom's call,
Bade them chastise the perfidy of Gaul,
Each lover, mindful of his plighted vow,
A hero rose, inflam'd with patriot glow;
'The cause of beauty his peculiar care,
His motto still, “ The brave deserve the fair.”

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AIR, IN ARTAXERXES.

« The soldier, tir'd of war’s alarms,
Exults to feast on beauty's charms,

And drops the spear and fhield;
But if the brazen trumpet found,
He burns with conquest to be crown'd,

And dares again the field.”
Oh! be the example copied in each heart,
Let modern Britons act the ancient

part,
And you, great Sir, these parting rites receive.
Which, bath'd in tears, your hardy veterans give;
Veterans approv’d, who never knew to yield,
When Howe and Glory led them to the field.
To other scenes your country's sacred cause
Now calls you hence, the champion of her laws.
Your veterans, to your brave successor true,
By honouring him, will seek to honour you.
And ye, bright nymphs, who grace this hallow'd

ground,
In all the blooming pride of beauty crown'd,
Still strive to sooth the hero's generous toils
With what he deems his best reward, your smiles.

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ADDRESSED TO GENERAL LEE, WRITTEN IN

SEPTEMBER, 1776.

BY

T H E

SA M E.

Infecit æquor sanguine punico.

Hor.

To Lee I tune the heart-felt lays,
The southern beauties sing his praise,

Joy fushes every charm :
No more the throbbing matron fears,
No more the soft-ey'd virgin's tears,

Flow at each dire alarm.

Midst chiefs and sages nobly plac'd,
By Freedom's hand with laurels grac'd,

* TIMOLEON-like aspire ;
Thy genius may their councils stamp
The dullest peasant in the camp,

Thy spirit lend a fire!
Yankies (tho' cowards) ply their guns,
And not a man the combat shuns

For

* This generous Greek consented to the death of his bro. thers, who had treacherously usurped the government of Co. rinth.---He afterwards delivered Syracuse from the tyranny of Dionyfius, and established its freedom. Vid. PLUTARCH,

Timoleon glories in his brother's blood, AKENSIDE.

For Parker's smoke and racket; At length the bold Sir Perer droops, Since vain his wish to float the troops

With bladders, and cork-jacket.

Tis Lee who points the vengeful fire,
Britannia's shatter'd ships retire,

Yon boasting hero finches ;
See in despair he drops his sword;
-For who could pass th' insidious ford

Which Sweli'd to feet-from inches **

Negroes shall weep-(our good allies)
And with their Dunmore sympathise

For all these fad disasters :
-They hop'd to dance round Charles-town flame,
And purchase liberty with fame,

By murdering of their masters.

Your † British knives ye Indians stain,
Stab pregnant wives (to please G-R-E)

And

Gazette. + The Birmingham addressers have obtained a contract to supply the Indians with twenty thousand scalping and stabbing knives of a new construction, invented by signor Ba , secretary to the Royal Academy.

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And say each traitor's bab-by: With bleeding I fcalps ye bishops come, (Whilst mitred Osna beats the drum)

To hang them in the Abbey.

Our generals fhew their martial skill ;

They made a fight at Bunker's-hill ;

From Boston sneak'd away;
Our admirals too have gain'd renown
By burning many a filhing town,

Nor in § Nantasket Bay,

When

| Lord Dunmore only waits at New York till general Burgoyne crosses the lakes, and delivers him the scalps of the prisoners mafficred at the Cedars---A commiffion has paffèd the Great Seal, empowering his lord ship to receive them.---He is then to return home, and take his seat as one of the fixteen peers ; 'and will certainly recefve the thanks of both houses for his diftinguished conduct and bravery, in the service of his king and country ---The rebel scalps (hæc spolia opima) are to be consecrated and hung up with great solemnity in Westminster-abbey, on the 30th of January. --- The bishop of Osnaburgh has learnt to beat the drum, in order to attend the reverend bench, and to officiate in the procession with becoming grace and dignity.

Lord Holdernesse modestly intimated some apprehensions, that his highness's morals might be corrupted whilt he remained under the tuition of a drummer of the guards.---The bishop complained of this to the prince of Wales, and lord Holdernesse was obliged to resign.

“ The commodore Bankes (in Nantasket road) bore

our

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