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Then view that great, that venerated name,
Inscribed in sunbeams on the roll of Fame.
No lapse of years shall soil the sacred spot,
No future age its memory shall blot;
Millions unborn shall mark its sacred fire,
And latest time behold it and admire.

A widow'd country! what protecting form

Shall ope thy pathway through the gathering storm!
What mighty hand thy trembling bark shall guide,
Through Faction's rough and overwhelming tide!
The hour is past-thy Washington no more
Descries, with angel-ken, the peaceful shore.
Freed from the terrors of his awful eye,
No more fell Treason seeks a midnight sky,
But crawling forth, on deadliest mischief bent,
Rears her black front, and toils with cursed intent.
Behold! arranged in long and black array,
Prepared for conflict, thirsting for their prey,
Our foes advance,-nor force nor danger dread,
Their fears all vanish'd when his spirit fled.
Oft, when our bosoms, fill'd with dire dismay,
Saw mischief gather round our country's way;
When furious Discord seized her flaming brand,
And threaten'd ruin to our infant land;

When Faction's imps sow'd thick the seeds of strife,
And aim'd destruction at the bliss of life;
When War with bloody hand her flag unfurl'd,
And her loud trump alarm'd the western world;
His awful voice bade all contention cease,
At his commands the storms were hush'd to peace.
But who can speak, what accents can relate

The solemn scenes which mark'd the great man's fate!

Ye ancient sages, who so loudly claim
The brightest station on the list of Fame,
At his approach with diffidence retire,
His higher worth acknowledge, and admire.
When keenest anguish rack'd his mighty mind,
And the fond heart the joys of life resign'd,
No guilt nor terror stretch'd its hard control,
No doubt obscured the sunshine of the soul.
Prepared for death, his calm and steady eye
Look'd fearless upward to a peaceful sky;
While wondering angels point the airy road
Which leads the Christian to the house of God.

240

WEST POINT.

BY MARGARETTA V. FAUGERES.

DASH, ye broad waves, and proudly heave and swell; Rouse aged Neptune from his amber cave,

And bid the nymphs the pebbly strand who lave, Round this grand bulwark found their coral shell: For, nightly bending o'er these streams, Base Treason plotted murderous schemes; Then stealing soft to Arnold's bed, Her visions vague around him shed; And while dark vapours dimm'd his eyes, She bade these forms illusive rise: First, Andre came: his youthful air Allured the falling chieftain's eyes, But when the glittering bribes appear, A thousand strange ideas rise: He saw Britannia's marshall'd hosts, Countless, advance towards his posts;

Honour he saw, and Wealth, and Fame,
With every good that wish can frame,
Attend their train; he long'd to stretch
Beyond his virtuous brethren's reach;
His heart, polluted, vainly sigh'd
To bound and swell in titled pride.
Now fair Columbia's armies come:
His hand hath seal'd their mournful doom;
And in an unrelenting hour

He yields them up to Albion's power.
Then Murder bloats with horrid pride!
A thousand fall on every side!
And coward Cruelty's base bands
Dip in warm gore their barbarous hands.
Then the broadsword displays its force,
Drench'd to the very hilt in blood!
While the brave warrior and the frantic horse
Wallow together in the purple flood!
Then rose a name! and, lo! from far
He hears the hum of chariot-wheels;
Divinity within him feels,

And thunders forth the sovereign Lord of War.
His anxious eyes he strain'd for more;
But fickle Fancy dropp'd the scene;

Truth's radiant rays around him pour,

And show'd the wretch 'twas all a dream!

241 SONG, IN THE SCOTCH DIALECT.-1815. I DINNA fear the news is true,

"Tis seen in ilka face;

Neighbours wha scarcely spake before,
How kindly they embrace!

There was na trade in our town
Sin' war began to blaw,

Our very markets wore a gloom,
An' specie fled awa.

Soon we'll hae ships an' siller baith;
Prosperity again

Shall smile upon our happy land,

An' we will plough the main.

To every quarter of the world
Our mariners shall go,

An' wae be to the saucy knave
Wha treats them as a foe.

Now Yankee lads their discontents
Sae prudently will smother,
An' when they meet a southern blade,
Ca' him a friend and brother.

For interest, sweet interest

Sae powerfully can draw,

Nor doubt it, since without it

Our virtues look so sma.

John Bull and brother Jonathan

Hae had a hearty bout,

And here and there and everywhare

Hae fairly fought it out.

Till, tired wi' warsling up and down,

It gi'es us joy to see

How they shake hands like honest men,

Sae ready to agree.

When next they mean to break a lance, As chosen friends will jar,

The mickle folks on either side,
May they sustain the war.

And let the nations baith stand by,
Regardless o' their din,

To see their manly valour tried,
An' tell wha first will rin.

242 ON A HESSIAN DEBARKATION.—1776.

BY PHILIP FRENEAU.

THERE is a book, though not a book of rhymes,
Where truth severe records a nation's crimes;
To check such monarchs as with brutal might,
Wanton in blood, and trample on the right.

REJOICE, O Death! Britannia's tyrant sends
From German plains his myriads to our shore;
The Caledonian with the English join'd:

Bring them, ye winds, but waft them back no more.
To these far climes with stately step they come,
Resolved all prayers, all prowess to defy;
Smit with the love of countries not their own,
They come, indeed, to conquer—not to die.

In the slow breeze (I hear their funeral song)

The dance of ghosts the infernal tribes prepare: To hell's dark mansions haste, ye abandon'd throng, Drinking from German skulls old Odin's beer. From dire Cesarea* forced, these slaves of kings, Quick, let them take their way on eagle's wings : To thy strong posts, Manhattan's isle, repair, To meet the vengeance that awaits them there!

The old Roman name of Jersey.

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