When S-ND-CH hangs in fatire's chains, The muse shall confecrate thy name, And give LEE to immortal fame, With WASHINGTON and HAMPDEN. TO THE EDITOR, BY THE 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 answered our expectations. Ego & Rex meus are difappointed-One army being prifoners at Bofton, and another army, fhut up, in Philadelphia, are (it must be owned) rather our fire, and returned it with great fpirit, till a fhot pierced the upper works of his ship, when he immediately unmoored, cut his cables, and got under fail, with the whole fleet, confifting of eight ships, two fnows, and one brig. In short, the enemy were compelled once more to make a disgraceful and precipitate retreat."-Bofton Gazette. And haunt the places where their honour died. POPE 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 fuppofed victories, to display the glory of Old England, the extenfion of our commerce, the wisdom of our minifters, the magnanimity of our monarch, and the hap pinefs of the people-As it is my ardent wish to raise the spirits of my defponding countrymen, I ftill think the publication of the following chearful Ode (though a little mal-a-propos at prefent as to facts) may prove a national benefit. ODE, SING Io Peans, through the land, Our bayonets have op'd their veins, -Yet ftill they talk of rights and laws, Traitors ring from every tongue, The king-the king-can do no wrong! * Lord Suffolk's speech. Thefe Thefe knaves talk common fenfe! Array'd in terrors let him shine And imitate the wrath divine, 'Tis in his own defence! "Grac'd with all the power of words Both to impeach and hang 'em. Sam Johnson rob'd in gown and band, Will tune his wit to gibe and fcoff, Bold G-rm-e cries out- ." Who's afraid," -He fpares no rebel-live or dead, For lo, he fmites off Cushing's head, And flogs his wife and daughter. Franklin The fevere punishment defigned for this gentleman, and his family, was probably owing to his lordship's having difcovered that Mr. Cufhing had conceived an idea of being elected Franklin fhall Sawney's vengeance feel, 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. || Clinton and Howe will form a noof❤ By twifting of their Cordon Rouge; -There elected king by the revolted colonies. I am indebted to my learned friend, Dr Johnson, for this anecdote, to which he alludes by faying, "If their rights are inherent and unde"rived, they may by their own fuffrages encircle by a diadem "the brows of Mr. Cufhing." Taxation no Tyranny, p. 234. It is clear beyond a poffibility of doubt, that this archpatriot, philofopher, modern Prometheus, and rebel, is an old offender. The folicitor general was therefore highly commendable for calling him a thief. He proved the charge (to the entire fatisfaction of the k- 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 con. ductors. This co-operation between the generals, was exprefsly ordered by the military cabinet, at the inftance of Lord M- nefield; the fecretary for the colonies prevailed on his royal mafter, to give Mr. Clinton, a red ribband, to enable him to perform this manceuvre. |