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Who vainly disgrace the true monkey race,
By transplanting the tail from its own native place.

Derry down, &c.
Enough might be said, durst I venture my rhymes,
On crown'd heads and round heads of these modern

times : This slippery path let me cautiously tread; The neck else will answer, perhaps, for the head.

Derry down, &c. The heads of the church, and the heads of the state, Have taught much, and wrote much-too much to

repeat: On the neck of corruption, uplifted, ʼtis said, Some rulers, alas! are too high by the head.

Derry down, &c.
Ye schemers and dreamers of politic things,
Projecting the downfall of kingdoms and kings,
Can your wisdom declare how this body is fed,
When the members rebel and wage war with the head?

Derry down, &c.
Expounders, confounders, and heads of the law,
I bring case in point-don't point out a flaw:
If reason be treason, what plea shall I plead ?
To
your chief I appeal, for your chief has a head.

Derry down, &c.
On Britannia's bosom sweet Liberty smiled :
The parent grew strong whilst she foster'd the child.
Ill-treating her offspring, a fever she bred,
Which contracted her limbs and distracted her head.

Derry down, &c.

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Ye learned state doctors, your labours are vain-
Proceeding by bleeding to settle her brain;
Much less can your art the lost members restore:
Amputation must follow, perhaps something more.

Derry down, &c.
Pale goddess of whim! when, with cheeks lean or

full,

Thy influence seizes an Englishman's skull,
He blunders, yet wonders his schemes ever fail,
Though often mistaking the head for the tail.

Derry down, &c.

185 TO THE MEMORY OF MAJOR FLEMING

AND LIEUTENANT YATES,

of the First Virginia Battalion, who fell at Princeton, January 3, 1777.

From the Pennsylvania Evening Post, February 1, 1777.

ADDRESSED TO VIRGINIAN YOUTH.

Permit an artless muse, in votive lays,
To speak in Fleming's and in Yeates's praise ;
And, in a grateful strain, to tell
How well they fought, how well they fell.

When Freedom's cause, by base, tyrannic hands,
Was seeming hurt, yet shined in distant lands-
When fair Virginia nigh a spoil was made,
And thought bereft of liberty and trade,
We saw these youths* with honest rage pursue
The daring foet who would their land subdue:

* Major Fleming was in his twenty-first year, and Mr. Yeates about the same age.

+ Lord Dunmore and the English troops.

From state to state the ireful fiend was sent,
On bloody schemes and on dire mischief bent
Till, met in battle near great Nassau's hall, *
Our youthful heroes like brave Wolfe did fall;
When victory was pronounced on Freedom's side,
They view'd their wounds, they smiled, they died.
From their example let us ever try
To dare our foes, and learn, like them, to die.

186 ON THE DEATH OF GENERAL WOLFE.

From the Pennsylvania Gazette, November 8, 1759. —Published by B. Franklin. Thy merits, Wolfe, transcend all human praise, The breathing marble or the muses' lays. Art is but vain—the force of language weak, To paint thy virtues, or thy actions speak. Had I Duché's or Godfrey's magic skill, Each line to raise, and animate at will, To rouse each passion dormant in the soul, Point out its object, or its rage controlThen, Wolfe, some faint resemblance should we find Of those great virtues that adorn'd thy mind. Like Britain's genius shouldst thou then appear, Hurling destruction on the Gallic rearWhile France, astonish'd, trembled at thy sight, And placed her safety in ignoble flight. Thy last great scene should melt each Briton's heart, And rage and grief alternately impart.

* The college at Princeton, named after King William Ill.

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With foes surrounded, midst the shades of death,
These were the words that closed the warrior's breath-
“ My eyesight fails !--but does the foe retreat ?
If they retire, I'm happy in my fate!"
A generous chief, to whom the hero spoke,
Cried, “ Sir, they fly!-their ranks entirely broke :
Whilst thy bold troops o'er slaughter'd heaps advance,
And deal due vengeance on the sons of France.”
The pleasing truth recalls his parting soul,
And from his lips these dying accents stole:-
66 I'm satisfied !” he said, then wing'd his way,
Guarded by angels to celestial day.

An awful band !-Britannia's mighty dead,
Receives to glory his immortal shade.
Marlborough and Talbot hail the warlike chief-
Halket and Howe, late objects of our grief,
With joyful song conduct their welcome guest
To the bright mansions of eternal rest-
For those prepared who merit just applause
By bravely dying in their country's cause.

187 TO THE MEMORY OF LIEUTENANT

PETER MERCIER, ESQ.,
Who fell in the battle near Ohio river, in Virginia, July 3, 1754.- From the Pennsylvania

Gazette, October 31, 1764, published by B. Franklin.
Too fond of what the martial harvests yield-
Alas! too forward in the dangerous field-
Firm and undaunted, resolute and brave,
Careless a life invaluable to save
As one secure of fame, in battle tried,
The glory of Ohio's sons he died.

0, once endow'd with every pleasing power
To chase the sad and charm the social hour,
To sweeten life with mild ingenuous arts,
And gain possession of all open hearts,
How have thy friends and comrades cause to mourn!
How wish'd they for thy peaceable return,
Thy province and thy household to defend,
And happily thy future years to spend !
I hoped the fates far longer would allow
The laurel wreath to flourish on thy brow;
I hoped to greet thee from thy northern toils
Elate with victory, enrich'd with spoils :
But now, alas ! these pleasing dreams are filed!
Sweetly thou sleep'st in glory's dusty bed,
By all esteem'd, admir'd, extoll'd, approved,
In death lamented as in life beloved.
Georgia, loud-sounding, thy achievements tell,
And sad Virginia marks where Mercier fell.

Ah! lost too soon—too early snatch'd away
To joys unfading, and immortal day!
Happy! had thy duration been prolong'd
To vindicate the British interest wrong'd;
Since none more ready to defend its cause,
Or to support religion and the laws:
In thee our royal sovereign has lost
As brave a soldier as his troops could boast.

If at some future hour of dread alarms,
When virtue and my country call to arms
For freedom, struggling nations to unbind,
Or break those sceptres that would bruise mankind,
In such a cause may such a death as thine,
With equal honour merited, be mine.

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