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 disappointed-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 fhips, two fnows, and one brig. In short, the enemy were compelled once more to make a difgraceful 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 difplay the glory of Old England, the extenfion of our commerce, the wisdom of our ministers, the magnanimity of our monarch, and the happinefs of the people-As it is my ardent wifh 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 TO LEE I tune the heart-felt lays, -No more the throbbing matron fears, Midft chiefs and fages nobly plac'd, Thy genius may their councils ftamp Thy fpirit lend a fire! Yankies (tho' cowards) ply their guns, For *This generous Greek confented to the death of his brothers, who had treacherously ufurped the government of Corinth.---He afterwards delivered Syracufe 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 PETER droops, Since vain his wish to float the troops With bladders, and cork-jacket. 'Tis LEE who points the vengeful fire, See in despair he drops his fword; Negroes fhall weep-(our good allies) -They hop'd to dance round Charles-town flame, By murdering of their mafters. Your + British knives ye Indians ftain, And * Gazette. The Birmingham addreffers have obtained a contract to fupply the Indians with twenty thousand scalping and stabbing knives of a new construction, invented by fignor BI, fecretary to the Royal Academy. |