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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 submision 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 extension of our commerce, the wisdom of our minifters, the magnanimity of our monarch, and the happiness of the people--As it is my ardent with to raise the spirits of my desponding countrymen, I still think the publication of the following chearful Ode (though a little mal-a-propos at present as to facts) may prove a national benefit.

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Custode rerum Cæfare, non furor,
Civilis, aut vis exigit Otium ;
Non ira, quæ procudit enses,
Et miferas inimicat urbes.

Hor. L. 4. Odé 15.

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

Who basely meant t'enslave us:
We've flay'd their virgins-babes and wives,
With tomahawks and scalping knives,

* Which God and NATURE gave us.

Our bayonets have op'd their veins,
The congress quaking in our chains

Are " deftin'd to the cord;"
-Yet still they talk of rights and laws,
And fay they fell in freedom's cause

Beneath a tyrant's sword !

Traitors ring from every tongue,
The king-the king-can do no wrong!

There

. Lord Suffolk's speech.

These knaves talk common sense !
Array'd in terrors let him shine
And imitate the wrath divine,

- Tis in his own defence!

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" Grac'd with all the 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 scoff,
And roar-(just as they're turned off)

Taxation."

" No tyranny

Bold Germ- -e cries out"Who's afraid,"
Then nobly draws his conquering blade,

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

Franklin

I The fevere punishment designed for this gentleman, and his family, was probably owing to his lordship’s having dircovered that Mr. Cushing had conceived an idea of being

elected

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 s stolen fire,

Ty'd to a paper-kite.

ll Clinton and Howe wili form a noore By twiting of their Cordon Rouge;

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elected king by the revolted colonies. I an indebted to my learned friend, Dr. Johnson, for this anecdote, to which he alludes by saying, “ If their rights are inherent and unde"rived, they may by their own fuffrages encircle by a diadem o the brows of Mr. Cushing."

Taxation no Tyranny, p. 214. § It is clear beyond a posibility of doubt, that this archpatriot, philosopher, modern Prometheus, and rebel, is an old offender. The solicitor general was therefore highly commendable for calling him a thief. He proved the charge (to the entire satisfaction of the ke

and council) by a quotation from Zanga. Mr. Wilson, it is io be hoped, will dress up the doctor for his execution with a few blunted con. ductors.

ll This co-operation between the generals, was expressly ordered by the military cabinet, at the instance of Lord M- nsfield ;-- the secretary for the colonies prevailed on his royal master, to give Mr. Clinton, a red ribband, to cnable jaim to perform this mancıvre.

There Washington may swing,
Suff-lk shall whet the skalping knife
And chaunt (till he's bereft of life)

The mercy of our k- -g

One Arnold too shall feel our ire,
By horses torn, let him expire

Amidst an Indian screech!
Nor by his death let vengeance cease,
The jockey's ghost can't rest in peace

If Burgoyne forge his speech !

Rejoice ye fprites of Hessians slain,
And hail us o'er th' Atlantic main

In shadowy whiskers drest;
-On Del'war's banks, those sons of thunder,
Weep not their fate—but loss of plunder

Breaks their Elysian reft.

On the bare earth Charles Lee shall kneel,
Young Harcourt draws the shining steel,
And bids the party-

- fire !
Why my brave friend that milky heart!
Had you performed Prince || Orlow's part
No frowns had funk

your
fire.

Now

|| When General Lee was taken prisoner in the Jerseys--The meaning is so very obvious, that even the Lord Chancellor, who is keeper of the king's conscience, ex officio, will understand it.

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