endure

Hail! patriots, hail! by me inspired be!
Speak boldly, think and act for Liberty,
United sous, America's choice band,
Ye patriots firm, ye sav'ours of the land.
Hail! patriots, hail! rise with the rising sun,
Nor quit your labour, till the work be done.
Ye early risers in your country's cause,
Shine forth at noon, for Liberty and Laws,
Build a strong tow'r, whose fabric
may
Firm as a rock from tyranny secure.
Yet would you build my fabric to endure,
Be your hearts warm-
rm-but let your hands be pure,
Never to shine yourselves, your country sell;
But think you nobly, while in place act well.
Let no self-server general trust betray,
No pique, no party, bar the public way.
Front an arm'd world, with union on your side:
No foe shall shake you,-if no friends divide.
At night repose, and sweetly take your rest;
None sleeps so sound as those by conscience blest :
May martyr'd patriots whisper in your ear,
To tread the paths of virtue without fear;
May pleasing visions charm your patriot eyes,
While Freedom's sons shall hail you blest and wise.
Hail! my last hope, she cries, inspir'd by me,
Wish, write, talk, fight, and die-for LIBERTY!

The characters of the play consist of the leading statesmen of England, who are introduced under descriptive names, Bute being Lord Paramount, Mansfield Lord Mocklaw, &c.; Gage figures as Lord Boston, and Washington, Lee, and Putnam appear in propriâ persona. The scene is laid in England, and at Lexington and Bunker's Hill. The dialogue is in prose and somewhat stiff. The following song is sung by one of two shepherds, near Lexington, who have a discussion of public affairs "after the defeat and flight of the Regulars." Roger says, "This is the First of May; our shepherds and nymphs are celebrating our glorious St. Tammany's day; we'll hear the song out, and then join in the frolic, and chorus it o'er and o'er again. This day shall be devoted to joy and festivity."

IV.

Whilst under an oak his great parliament sat,
His throne was the crotch of the tree;
With Solomon's look, without statutes or book,
He wisely sent forth his decree, my brave boys.

V.

His subjects stood round, not the least noise or sound, Whilst freedom blaz'd full in each face;

So plain were the laws, and each pleaded his cause, That might Bute, North, and Mansfield disgrace, my brave boys.

VI.

No duties, nor stamps, their blest liberty cramps, A king, though no tyrant was he;

He did ofttimes declare, nay sometimes would swear The least of his subjects were free, my brave boys

VII.

He, as king of the woods, of the rivers and floods, Had a right all beasts to control;

Yet, content with a few, to give nature her due; So gen'rous was Tammany's soul, my brave boys.

VIII.

In the morn he arose, and a hunting he goes,
Bold Nimrod his second was he.

For his breakfast he'd take a large venison steak,
And despis'd your slip-slops and tea, my brave boys

IX.

While all in a row, with squaw, dog and bow,
Vermillion adorning his face,

With feathery head he ra: g'd the woods wide:
St. George sure had never such grace, my brave
boys.

X.

His jetty black hair, such as Buckskin saints wear,
Perfumed with bear's grease well smear'd,
Which illum'd the saint's face, and ran down apace,
Like the oil from Aaron's old beard, my brave boys.

XL

The strong nervous deer, with amazing career,
In swiftness he'd fairly run down;

And, like Sampson, wou'd tear wolf, lion or bear,
Ne'er was such a saint as our own, my brave boys.

XIL

When he'd run down a stag, he behind him would lag,

For, so noble a soul had he;

He'd stop, tho' he lost it, tradition reports it, To give him fresh chance to get free, my brave boys.

XIII

With a mighty strong arm, and a masculine bow,
His arrow he drew to the head,

And as sure as he shot, it was ever his lot,
His prey it fell instantly dead, my brave boys.

XIV.

His table he spread where the venison bled,
Be thankful, he used to say;

He'd laugh and he'd sing, tho' a saint and a king,
And sumptuously dine on his prey, my brave boys.

XV.

Then over the hills, o'er the mountains and rills,
He'd caper, such was his delight;

And ne'er in his days, Indian history says,
Did lack a good supper at night, my brave boys.

XVI.

On an old stump he sat, without cap or hat, When supper was ready to eat,

Snap, his dog, he stood by, and cast a sheep's eye; For ven'son, the king of all meat, my brave boys.

XVII.

Like Isaac of old, and both cast in one mould,
Tho' a wigwam was Tamm'ny's cottage,
He lov'd sav'ry meat, such that patriarch eat,
Of ven'son and squirrel made pottage, brave boys.

XIX.

As old age came on, he grew blind, deaf and dumb,
Tho' his sport, 'twere hard to keep from it,
Quite tired of life, bid adieu to his wife,

And blaz'd like the tail of a comet, brave boys.

XX.

What country on earth, then, did ever give birth, To such a magnanimous saint?

His acts far excel all that history tell,

And language too feeble to paint, my brave boys.

XXI.

Now, to finish my song, a fall flowing bowl
I'll quaff, and sing all the long day,

And with punch and wine paint my cheeks for my saint,

And hail ev'ry first of sweet May, my brave boys.

We have next to present a poem, which, though dated from a distant city, has the true home spirit of the time.

To the tune of "Smile Britannia.”
Rise, rise, bright genius rise,
Conduct thy sons to war;
Thy spear pois'd to the skies,

Whirl, whirl thy rapid car;

Fire each firm breast with noble zeal,
To conquer for the common weal.

For years the iron rod

Has hover'd o'er our heads,
Submit to George's nod,

Whose power all Europe dreads;
The slavish minion cries,

But Freedom's sons all fears despise.
All means for peace we've tried,
But found those measures vain;
North's ministerial pride

Thought fear made us complain.
But in the end, convinc'd he'll see,
We dread not death, but slavery.
Tho' fatal lust of pow'r

Has steel'd the tyrant's soul;
Though in an ill-tim'd hour

He bids his thunders roll,
Great LIBERTY, inspired by thee,
We fly to death or victory.
Great Nature's law inspires,
And free-born souls unite,
While common interest fires

Us to defend our right
Against corruption's boundless claim,
And firmly fix great Freedom's reigi.

They foreign troops employ,
For mercenary hire;
Their weakness we enjoy,

Each pulse new ardors fire,
Convine'd the wretch who fights for pay,
Will never bear the palm away.

They boast their power by sea,
The ruin of our trade;

Our navy soon they'll see,

Wide o'er the ocean spread;

Britain not long shall boast her reign

O'er the wide empire of the main.

Throughout the universe

Our commerce we'il extend,

Each power on the reverse

Shall seek to be our friend,

Whilst our sons crown'd with wealth immense, Sing WASHINGTON and COMMON SENSE.

Bordeaux, July 1, 1776.

Freeman's Journal, or New Hampshire Gazette,
Oct. 22 1776.

The poets seem to have felt the spur of the passage of the Declaration of Independence, and the newspaper corners of the time abound with patriotic lines. We select two, which we have not found in any reprinted forın.

ON INDEPENDENCE.

Come all you brave soldiers, both valiant and free,
It's for Independence we all now agree,
Let us gird on our swords, and prepare to defend
Our liberty, property, ourselves and our friends.
In a cause that's so righteous, come let us agree,
And from hostile invaders set America free;
The cause is so glorious we need not to fear

But from merciless tyrants we'll set ourselves clear. Heaven's blessing attending us, no tyrant shall say That Americans e'er to such moasters gave way; But, fighting, we'll die in America's cause,

Before we'll submit to tyrannical laws.

George the Third, of Great Britain, no more shall he reign,

With unlimited sway o'er these free states again; Lord North, nor old Bute, nor none of their clan, Shall ever be honor'd by an American.

May heaven's blessing descend on our United States,
And grant that the union may never abate;
May love, peace and harmony ever be found
For to go hand in hand America round.
Upon our grand Congress, may heaven bestow
Both wisdom and skill our good to pursue;
On heaven alone dependeat we'll be,

But from all earthly tyrants we mean to be free. Unto our brave generals may heaven give skill,

Our armies to guide and the sword for to wield; May their hands taught to war and their fingers to fight,

Be able to put British armies to flight. And now,

brave Americans, since it is so,

That we are independent we'll have them to know,

That united we are, and united we'll be,

And from all British tyrauts we'll try to keep free.

May heaven smile on us in all our endeavours,
Safe guard our sea-ports, our towns and our
rivers;

Keep us from invaders, by land and by sea,
And from all who'd deprive us of our liberty.
Freeman's Journal, or New Hampshire Gazette,

August 17, 1776.

A continuation of Hudibras, in Two Cantos, written in the time of the Unhappy Contest between Great Britain and America, in 1777 and 1778, published in London in the latter year, contains a parody, with comments, on the Declarction of Independence, and may with propriety be inserted here. We are without clue to the name or place of nativity of the author, but it is probably an American production.

When in the course of human things,
All subjects may desert their kings,
And thus becoining disaffected,

Break bonds by which they were connected;
Assuming 'mongst the powers on earth
An equal rank, to which their birth,
The laws of heav'n and of nature,
Intitle every human creature,
Respect when men are thus inclin'd,
For the opinions of mankind,
Requires they should the causes tell,
That have induc'd them to rebel.

First, let this downright maxim strike,
That all men are bora free alike,
And are undoubtedly allow'd,
By Providence to be endow'd
(As many a learned author writes)
With some unalienable rights;

'Mong these we lay the greatest stress,
On life, pursuit of happiness,
And (what is best of all the three)
Of uncontrouled liberty.

For surely no one can believe,
But he's a certain right to live,

Without receiving check or stop here, ⚫
As long as ever he think proper:
Neither is life like chair or table,
To one another alienable,
Neither can any mortal have,
The right to make himself a slave
(Although by thieving we must say
Some people do it ev'ry day):
Neither can any one entrap ye,
From the just right of being happy
(Tho' your chief happiness in life,
Should be to kiss your neighbour's wife).
To keep these rights by their consents,
Men instituted governments;

And should they afterwards be tir'd,
Of systems that the world admir'd,
The people have a right t' abolish,
Alter, relinquish, and demolish,
By methods novel and surprising,
New states and powers organizing,
In such a form and figure drest,

As the wise authors shall think best.
Prudence indeed might plainly dictate,
(To any but a dull and thick pate)
That governments establish'd ancient,
Should not be chang'd for causes transient,-
And therefore all experience shews,
That men would rather something lose,
Than to be rash,-because they're strong,
And right themselves by doing wrong.—
But when we had refused assent,
To British acts of parliament,
(Tho' bulwarks of the constitution)
And stuck to this our resolution
When we determined to be free,
And seiz'd on other people's tea,
Tarring and feathering ev'ry fool,
That spoke in favour of good rule;
Broke up the courts of law and justice,
(For in ourselves-our hope and trust is)
Forcing from every one-concession,
To things of which we made profession,
And setting those we could not guide,
To ride upon a stick-astride,
Because we plainly saw designs,
To catch us in despotic mines;
When after this-the plans absurd,
Of that harsh tyrant George the Third,
Under a notion of expedience,
To bring us to a due obedience,
Pursued thro' regular gradation,

Of great abuse and usurpation,
Prove an invariable design,
Our liberties to undermine,
A resolution to betray,

And rule us by despotic sway;

It is our right and our intent,
To throw of such a government,
Whilst other methods may be tried,
For future safety to provide.

During the winter which followed the battle of Trenton occurred. We have a ballad in its honor.

BATTLE OF TRENTON.

On Christmas day in '76,

Our ragged troops with bayonets fix'd,
For Trenton marched away.

The Delaware see, the boats below,
The light obscured by hail and snow,
But no symptoms of dismay.

Our object was the Hessian band,
That dared to invade fair freedom's land,
And quarter in that place.

Great Washington he led us on,
With ensigns streaming with renown,
Which ne'er had known disgrace.
In silent march we pass'd the night,
Each soldier panting for the fight,
Though quite benumb'd with frost.
Greene on the left, at six began,
The right was with brave Sullivan,
Who in battle no time lost.

Their pickets storm'd, the alarm was spread,
That rebels risen from the dead

Were marching into town.

Some scamper'd here, some scamper'd there, And some for action did prepare, But soon their arms laid down. Twelve hundred servile miscreants, With all their colours, guns, and tents, Were trophies of the day:

The frolic o'er, the bright canteen,
In centre, front, and rear was seen
Driving fatigue away.

Now, brothers of the patriot bands,
Let's sing our safe deliverance
From arbitrary sway.

And as life you know is but a span,
Let's touch the tankard while we can,
In memory of the day.*

One of the patriotic productions of the same year was a poem, in a pamphlet of fifteen pages, commenting in a severe but not equally forcible style on the conduct of Lord North. We quote the title-page, confident that the reader will not "ask for more."

The Continental Key of the Liberties of America; in three parts.

Perhaps the critics of the age,

May find a fault in ev'ry page,
Or yet, perhaps, in ev'ry line,

Well, they have their faults, I have mine.

If any man should ask the price,

One or two shillings take your choice,
Sometimes true Whigs have given twenty,
But Tories think that five is plenty.

New York, printed for Elijah Weige, 1776.

*McCarty's Songs, 1. 24.

We are indebted to the Curiosities of American Literature, by R. W. Griswold, printed as an Appendix to a reprint (New York, 1843) of D'Israeli's Curiosities, for two spirited productions on the defeat of Burgoyne.

THE FATE OF JOHN BURGOYNE..

When Jack the king's commander
Was going to his duty,

Through all the crowd he smiled and bow'd
To every blooming beauty.

The city rung with feats he'd done

In Portugal and Flanders,

And all the town thought he'd be crown'd The first of Alexanders.

To Hampton Court he first repairs

To kiss great George's hand, sirs;
Then to harangue on state affairs
Before he left the land, sirs.

The "Lower House" sat mute as mouse
To hear his grand oration;

And "all the peers," with loudest cheers,
Proclaimed him to the nation.

Then off he went to Canada,

Next to Ticonderoga,
And quitting those away he goes
Straightway to Saratoga.

With great parade his march he made
To gain his wished-for station,
While far and wide his minions hied
To spread his "Proclamation."

To such as staid he offers made

Of" pardon on submission;

But savage bands should waste the lands
Of all in opposition."

But ah, the cruel fates of war!

This boasted son of Britain,

When mounting his triumphal car
With sudden fear was smitten.

The sons of Freedom gathered round,
His hostile bands confounded,

And when they'd fain have turn'd their back
They found themselves surrounded!

In vain they fought, in vain they fled,
Their chief, humane and tender,

To save the rest soon thought it best
His forces to surrender.

Brave St. Clair, when he first retired

Knew what the fates portended; And Arnold and heroic Gates

His conduct have defended. Thus may America's brave sons With honour be rewarded, And be the fate of all her foes The same as here recorded.

THE NORTH CAMPAIGN.

Come unto me, ye heroes,
Whose hearts are true and bold,
Who value more your honour
Than others do their gold;
Give ear unto my story,
And I the truth will tell

Concerning many a soldier,
Who for his country fell.

Burgoyne, the king's commander,
From Canada set sail

With full eight thousand reg'lars, He thought he could not fail; VOL. I.-29

With Indians and Canadians,

And his cursed Tory crew, On board his fleet of shipping He up the Champlain flew. Before Ticonderoga,

The first day of July, Appear'd his ships and army, And we did them espy. Their motions we observed

Full well both night and day, And our brave boys prepared To have a bloody fray.

Our garrison they viewed them,

As straight their troops did land,
And when St. Clair, our chieftain,
The fact did understand
That they the Mount Defiance
Were bent to fortify,

He found we must surrender,
Or else prepare to die.

The fifth day of July, then,
He order'd a retreat,
And when next morn we started,
Burgoyne thought we were beat.
And closely he pursued us,

Till when near Hubbardton,
Our rear guards were defeated,
He thought the country won.
And when 't was told in Congress,
That we our forts had left,

To Albany retreated,

Of all the North bereft.
Brave General Gates they sent us,
Our fortunes to retrieve,

And him with shouts of gladness
The army did receive.

Where first the Mohawk's waters
Do in the sunshine play,
For Herkimer's brave soldiers
Sellinger* ambush'd lay;
And them he there defeated,
But soon he had his due,
And scared by Brooks and Arnold
He to the North withdrew.

To take the stores and cattle
That we had gather'd then,
Burgoyne sent a detachment
Of fifteen hundred men;
By Baum they were commanded,
To Bennington they went;
To plunder and to murder
Was fully their intent.

But little did they know then,
With whom they had to deal;
It was not quite so easy

Our stores and stock to steal: Bold Starke would give them only A portion of his lead;

With half his crew ere sunset
Baum lay among the dead.

The nineteenth of September,

The morning cool and clear,

Brave Gates rode through our army, Each soldier's heart to cheer;

* St. Leger.

A man employed by the British as a spy, was taken by Arnold, and at the suggestion of Colonel Brooks sent back to St. Leger with such deceptive accounts of the strength of the Americans as induced him to retreat towards Montreal..

'Burgoyne," he cried, "advances,

But we will never fly;
No-rather than surrender,
We'll fight him till we die."

The news was quickly brought us,
The enemy was near,
And all along our lines then,

There was no sign of fear;
It was above Stillwater

We met at noon that day,
And every one expected
To see a bloody fray.

Six hours the battle lasted,

Each heart was true as gold, The British fought like lions,

And we like Yankees bold;
The leaves with blood were crimson,
And then brave Gates did cry-
""Tis diamond now cut diamond!
We'll beat them, boys, or die.”
The darkness soon approaching,
It forced us to retreat
Into our lines till morning,

Which made them think us beat;
But ere the sun was risen,

They saw before their eyes
Us ready to engage them,

Which did them much surprise.

Of fighting they seem'd weary,
Therefore to work they go
Their thousand dead to bury,.
And breastworks up to throw :
With grape and bombs intending
Our army to destroy,

Or from our works our forces
By stratagem decoy.

The seventh day of October,

The British tried again,—
Shells from their cannon throwing
Which fell on us like rain,-
To drive us from our stations

That they might thus retreat;
For now Burgoyne saw plainly
He never us could beat.

But vain was his endeavour
Our men to terrify;

Though death was all around us,

Not one of us would fly.

But when an hour we'd fought them,

And they began to yield,
Along our lines the cry ran,
"The next blow wins the field!"

Great God, who guides their battles
Whose cause is just and true,
Inspired our bold commander

The course he should pursue.

He order'd Arnold forward,
And Brooks to follow on;
The enemy were routed
Our liberty was won!
Then, burning all their luggage,
They fled with haste and fear,
Burgoyne with all his forces

To Saratogue did steer;
And Gates our brave commander,
Soon after him did hie,
Resolving he would take them
Or in the effort die.

As we came nigh the village,
We overtook the foe;

They'd burn'd each house to ashes,
Like all where'er they go.
The seventeenth of October,
They did capitulate-
Burgoyne and his proud army
Did we our pris'ners make.

Now here's a health to Arnold,
And our commander Gates;
To Lincoln and to Washington,
Whom ev'ry Tory hates;
Likewise unto our Congress,
God grant it long to reign,
Our Country, Right and Justice
For ever to maintain.

Now finish'd is my story,

My song is at an end;
The freedom we're enjoying
We're ready to defend;
For while our cause is righteous,

Heaven nerves the soldier's arm,

And vain is their endeavour

Who strive to do us harm.

To these we may add a third on the same subjeet, from McCarty's National Song Book.

THE PROGRESS OF SIR JACK BRAG.

Said Burgoyne to his men, as they pass'd in review,
Tullalo, tulla'o, tullalo, boys!

These rebels their course very quickly will rue,
And fly as the leaves 'fore the autumn tempest flew,
When him, who is your leader, they know,
boys!

They with men have now to deal,

And we soon will make them feel-
Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo, boys!

That a loyal Briton's arm, and a loyal Briton's steel, Can put to flight a rebel, as quick as other foe, boys!

Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo

Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo-o-o-o, boys!

As to Sa-ra-tog' he came, thinking how to jo the

game,

Tullalo, tullalo, tullało, boys!

He began to see the grubs, in the branches of his

fame,

He began to have the trembles, lest a flash should

be the flame,

For which he had agreed his perfume to forego, boys!

No lack of skill, but fates,

Shall make us yield to Gates,
Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo, boys!

The devils may have leagued, as you know, with the States,

But we never will be beat by any mortal foe, boys!

Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo

Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo-0-0-0, boys!

Burgoyne, like André, amused himself with literature. He was the author of four five-act plays, three of which, The Maid of the Oaks, The Lord of the Manor, and The Heiress, are comedies. The fourth, Richard Coeur de Lion, is an "Historical Romance," from the French of M. Sédaine. The four were published with a few miscellaneous poems, and a Life of the Author, in two volumes, 8vo. London, 1808. The comedies are in prose, interspersed with songs, and were acted by the