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No more our heroes pour the purple flood,
No corse be seen with garments rollid in blood ;
No shivering wretch shall roam without a shed;
No pining orphans raise their cry for bread;
No tender mother shriek at dreams of woe,
Start from her sleep, and see the midnight foe;
The Jovely virgin, and the hoary sire,
No more behold the village flame aspire,
While the base spoiler, from a father's arms,
Plucks the fair flower, and riots on its charms.
E’en now, from half the threaten'd horrors freed,
See from our shores the lessening sails recode :
See the red flags, that to the wind unfurl d,
Waved in proud triumph round the vanquish'd world,
Inglorious Ay; and see their haggard crew,
Despair, rage, shame, and infamy pursue.
, heaven-born peace! thy grateful blessings pour
On this glad land, and round the peopled shore:
Thine are the joys that gild the happy scene,
Propitious days, and festive nights serene;
With thee gay pleasure frolics o’er the plain,
And smiling plenty leads thy prosperous train.
Then oh, my friends! the task of glory done,
The immortal prize by your bold efforts won:
Your country's saviours, by her voice confess'd,
While unborn ages rise and call you blest-
Then let us go where happier climes invite,
To midland seas, and regions of delight;
With all that's ours, together let us rise,
Seek brighter plains and more indulgent skies ;
Where fair Ohio rolls his amber tide,
And nature blossoms in her virgin pride ;
Where all that beauty's hand can form to please,
Shall crown the toils of war with rural ease.
The shady coverts and the sunny hills,
The gentle lapse of ever-murmuring rills,
The soft repose amid the noon-tide bowers,
The evening walk among the blushing flowers,
The fragrant groves that yield a sweet perfume,
And vernal glories in perpetual bloom,
Await you there; and heaven shall bless the toil,
Your own the produce, as your own the soil.
No tyrant lord shall grasp a thousand farms,
Curse the mild clime, and spoil its fairest charms:
No blast severe your ripening fields deform,
No volleyed hail-stones, and no driving storm:
No raging murrain on your cattle seize,
And nature sicken with the dire disease.
But golden years, anew, begin their reigns,
And cloudless sunshine gild salubrious plains.
Herbs, fruits and flowers shall clothe the uncultured field,
Nectareous juice the vine and orchard yield;
Rich dulcet creams the copious goblets fill,
Delicious honey from the trees distil;
The garden smile, spontaneous harvests spring,
The valleys warble, and the woodlands ring.
Along the meads, or near the shady groves,
There sport the flocks, there feed the fattening droves;
There strays the steed, through bloomy vales afar,
Who erst moved lofty in the ranks of war.
There, free from envy, cankering care and strife,
Flow the calm pleasures of domestic life :
There mutual friendship soothes each placid breast,
Blest in themselves, and in each other blest.
From house to house the social glee extends,
For friends in war, in peace are doubly friends :
Their children taught to emulate their sires,
Catch the warm glow, and feel the kindred fires,
Till by degrees the mingling joys improve,
Grow with their years, and ripen into love :
Nor long the blushing pair in secret sigh,
And drink sweet poison from the love-sick eye;
Blest be their lot, when in his eager arms
The enamor'd youth folds the fair virgin's charms ;
On her ripe lip imprints the burning kiss,
And seals with hallow'd rites the nuptial bliss.
Then festal sports the evening hours prolong,
The mazy dance and the sweet warbling song:
Then each endearment wakes the ravish'd sense
To pure delights and raptures most intense:
And the pleased parent tells his listening son,
What wondrous deeds by him in youth, were done,
No sights of woe, no torturing fears annoy
The sweet sensation of the heart-felt joy :
Nor shall the savages of murderous soul,
In painted bands dark to the combat roll,
With midnight orgies, by the gloomy shade,
On the pale victim point the reeking blade ;
Or cause the hamlet, lull’d in deep repose,
No more to wake, or wake to ceaseless woes:
For your strong arm the guarded land secures,
And freedom, glory, happiness, are yours!
So shall you flourish in unfading prime,
Each age refining through the reign of time;
A nobler offspring crown the fond embrace,
A band of heroes, and a patriot race:
Not by soft luxury's too dainty food,
Their minds contaminated with their blood :
But like the heirs our great forefathers bred,
By frcedom nurtured, and by temperance fed ;
Healthful and strong, they turn’d the virgin soil,
The untamed forest bow'd beneath their toil :
At early dawn they sought the mountain chase,
Or roused the Indian from his lurking place ;
Curb’d the mad fury of those barbarous men,
Or dragg’d the wild beast struggling from his den:
To all the vigor of that pristine race,
New charms are added, and superior grace.
Then cities rise, and spiry towns increase,
With gilded domes, and every art of peace.
Then cultivation shall extend his power,
Rear the green blade, and nurse the tender flower;
Make the fair villa in full splendors smile,
And robe with verdure all the genial soil.
Then shall rich commerce court the favoring gales,
And wondering wilds admire the passing sails ;
Where the bold ships the stormy Huron brave,
Where wild Ontario rolls the whitening wave,
Where fair Ohio his pure current pours,
And Mississippi laves the extended shores.
Then oh, blest land! with genius unconfined,
With polish'd manners, and the illumined mind,
Thy future race on daring wing shall soar,
Each science trace, and all the arts explore;
Till bright religion beckoning to the skies,
Shall bid thy sons to endless glories rise.
As round thy climes celestial joy extends,
Thy beauties ripen, and thy pomp ascends ;
Farther and farther still, thy blessings roll,
To southern oceans and the northern pole ;
Where now the thorn, or tangled thicket grows,
The wilderness shall blossom as the rose ;
Unbounded deserts unknown charms assume,
Like Salem flourish, and like Eden bloom.
And oh, my heaven! when all our toils are past,
Crown with such happiness our days at last:
So rise our sons, like our great sires of old,
In freedom's cause, unconquerably bold;
With spotless faith, and morals pure, their name
Spread through the world, and gain immortal fame.
And thou Supreme! whose hand sustains this ball,
Before whose nod the nations rise and fall,
Propitious smile, and shed diviner charms
On this blest land, the queen of arts and arms;
Make the great empire rise on wisdom's plan,
The seat of bliss, and last retreat of man.
THE MONKEY WHO SHAVED HIMSELF AND HIS FRIENDS.
A MAN who own'd a barber's shop
At York, and shaved full many a fop,
A monkey kept for their amusements
He made no other kind of use on't-
This monkey took great observation,
Was wonderful at imitation,
And all he saw the barber do,
He mimic'd straight, and did it too.
It chanced in shop, the dog and cat,
While friseur dined, demurely sat,
Jacko found nought to play the knave in,
So thought he'd try his hand at shaving.
Around the shop in haste he rushes,
And gets the razor, soap, and brushes ;
Now puss he fix'd (no muscle miss stirs)
And lather'd well her beard and whiskers,
Then gave a gash, as he began-
The cat cry'd" waugh!” and off she ran.
Next Towser's beard he try'd his skill in,
Though Towser seem'd somewhat unwilling:
As badly here again succeeding,
The dog runs howling round and bleeding.
Nor yet was tired our roguish elf;
He'd seen the barber shave himself;
So by the glass, upon the table,
He rubs with soap his visage sable,
Then with left hand holds smooth his jaw,-
The razor in his dexter paw ;
Around he flourishes and slashes,
Till all his face is seam'd with gashes.
His cheeks despatch'd-his visage thin
He cock'd, to shave beneath his chin;
Drew razor swift as he could pull it,
And cut, from ear to ear, his gullet. *
Who cannot write, yet handle pens,
Are apt to hurt themselves and friends.
Though others use them well, yet fools
Should never meddle with edge tools.
Dr LEMUEL Hopkins was born at Waterbury, in Connecticut, June 19th, 1750. His father was a farmer in easy circumstances, and while he reared all his children to the labor of the field, took care to bestow upon them a good education. Dr Hopkins is said to have been determined to the study of physic when young, by observing the gradual decline of some of his connexions, who were sinking under a consumption. This inclination to medical pursuits was strengthened by the circumstance of a hereditary predisposition to the same disorder which existed in the family. His education, it seems, had not been classical, and having resolved upon the medical profession, he applied himself to Latin and other preliminary studies, and after proper qualification, placed himself under the care of a physician in Wallingford. He began regular practice in Litchfield, about the year 1776, and was for a short time in the American army as a volunteer. About 1784, he removed to Hartford. Here he passed the rest of his life, devoted to the labors of a physician, and man of letters. He fell a victim, we are told, to the exercise of an