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 minifters, the magnanimity of our monarch, and the hap pinefs of the people-As it is my ardent wish to raise the fpirits 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,
No more the yankey cowards ftand
Who bafely meant t' enflave us:
We've flay'd their virgins-babes and wives,
With tomahawks and fcalping knives,
*Which GoD and NATURE gave ús.

Our bayonets have op'd their veins,
The congrefs quaking in our chains
Are "deftin'd to the cord ;"
-Yet ftill they talk of rights and laws,
And fay they fell in freedom's caufe
Beneath a tyrant's fword!

Traitors ring from every tongue,

The king-the king-can do no wrong!

Lord Suffolk's speech.

Thefe

Thefe knaves talk common fense ! 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
"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 Johnfon 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 fcoff,
And roar (just as they're turned off)
No tyranny-
-Taxation."

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

Yet ftain'd with Minden's flaughter;

-He fpares no rebel-live or dead,

For lo, he fmites off Cufhing's head,

And flogs his wife and daughter.

Franklin

‡ The severe punishment defigned for this gentleman, and his family, was probably owing to his lordship's having dif covered that Mr. Cufhing had conceived an idea of being

elected

Franklin fhall 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 § ftolen fire,

Ty'd to a paper-kite.

|| Clinton and Howe will form a noof. By twisting of their Cordon Rouge;

-There

elected king by the revolted colonies. I am indebted to my learned friend, Dr. Johnfon, 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 com. ductors.

This co-operation between the generals, was expressly ordered by the military cabinet, at the inftance of Lord M- nsfield; the fecretary for the colonies prevailed on his royal mafter, to give Mr. Clinton, a red ribband, to enable him to perform this manceuvre.

There

Washington may fwing,

Suff-lk shall whet the skalping knife

And chaunt (till he's bereft of life)
The mercy of our k -g.

One Arnold too fhall feel our ire,
By horfes torn, let him expire
Amidft an Indian fcreech!

-Nor by his death let vengeance cease,
The jockey's ghost can't rest in peace
If Burgoyne forge his fpeech!

Rejoice ye fprites of Heffians flain,
And hail us o'er th' Atlantic main

In fhadowy whiskers dreft;

-On Del'war's banks, those fons of thunder, Weep not their fate-but loss of plunder Breaks their Elyfian reft.

On the bare earth Charles Lee shall kneel,
Young Harcourt draws the shining steel,

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

Now