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THE PATRIOTS OF NORTH-AMERICA: A SKETCH. WITH EXPLANATORY NOTES.

Urbem, quam dicunt Romam, Melibae, putavi,
Stultus ego, huic nostrae simil [...]m:
Sic canibus catulos similes, sic matribus haedas
Noram; sic parvis componere magna solebam.

New-York: PRINTED IN THE YEAR M,DCC,LXXV.

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THERE is not a single Pamphlet, written in North-America, that does not, by some Accident, or other, find its Way, to England. At a Time, when the English News-papers, may probably, be filled with Equipments of Fleets, Embarkations of Armies, &c. the dullest Composition, relating to the Affairs of this Country, will be read there, with Avidity. The Author has therefore thought it proper, to subjoin here, and there, a Note, for the Infor­mation, of his English Readers. He has occasionally quoted, a few Scraps of Latin, not because, like Panurge, he chooses to speak any Language, ra­ther than his Mother Tongue; for he abhors Pedantry and Affectation of every Kind: But partly from his dread­ful [Page iv] Apprehension of the Tarrers, and Featherers, of the Country, in which he resides; none of whom, he is well assured, were ever bred, at a Latin School: And partly, from Respect, to the female Part of his Readers, for whose Innocence. and Modesty, he has a sacred Regard. At the same Time, left, while the latter acquit his Man­ners, they should think hardly, of his Morals,—he begs Leave to assure them, that Ribaldry, is unknown to that Language. The Philosophers, Poets, and Historians, with whose Names, the Men, are too prone to insult their Understandings, abounding with Ex­pressions, which literally translated, would be too foul, for the Mouths, of the most brutal of a modern Rabble.

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THE PATRIOTS OF NORTH-AMERICA, A SKETCH.

MEN plac'd, by Chance, or sov'reign Fate,
In Life's low, unambitious State;
Whilst undeprav'd, all amply share,
Wise, bounteous Nature's, equal Care.
To them, impartial Heav'n, assign'd,
Contentment calm, sweet Peace of Mind,
Deny'd them, Fame, and Pow'r, and Wealth,
But gave them, Temp'rance, Mirth, and Health;
Preserv'd them, from the fatal Snares,
Which Lux'ry spreads, for Fortune's Heirs.
From all the dire insidious Train,
Of Wants unreal, Wishes vain,
Refinements false, and fierce Desires,
Voluptuous Arts, and lawless Fires;
[Page 2] Soft Blandishments, of Wealth, and Ease,
Which ruin, while they smile, and please
From childish, restless Whim, that reigns
In satiate Taste, and pamper'd Veins;
From the dire Weight, of vacant Time,
(That fatal Source of many a Crime;)
Envy of Pension, Power, and Place,
Vain Competition, sad Disgrace;
Honour, and Virtue, meanly sold
For Titles, Rank, or sordid Gold:
Corroding Cares, that constant wait
To check the Triumphs of the Great.
Doom'd them to earn, their wholesome Fare,
By gentler Toils, than anxious Care:
Free from the Woes, Ambition brings,
And made them, happier far, than Kings.
To them, our equal Laws dispense,
Fair Liberty, and sure Defence;
From Pride, from Force, and brutal Scorn
Of Knaves, to Power, and Fortune born:
Of Foplings, dainty, weak, and nice,
Who hold, plain Poverty as Vice.
The same great sacred Rights afford,
They give, to every splendid Lord;
Subject alike, to just controul,
Dear social Parts of one great Whole;
Whilst undeprav'd, and just, and free,
Content with modest Liberty,
[Page 3] Industrious, Temp'rate chaste they live,
They merit all that Praise can give:
With Morals pure, Affections kind,
They claim the Love, of all Mankind.
The Men deprav'd, who quit their Sphere,
Without Remorse, or Shame, or Fear,
And boldly rush, they know not where;
Seduc'd, alass! by fond Applause,
Of gaping Mobs, and loud Huzzas.
Unconscious all, of nobler Aim,
Than sordid Pelf, or vulgar Fame;
Men undefin'd, by any Rules,
Ambiguous Things, half Knaves, half Fools,
Whom God denied, the Talents great,
Requir'd, to make a Knave, complete;
Whom Nature form'd, vile Party-Tools,
Absurder much, than dowright Fools,
Who from their own dear Puppet-Show,
The World's great Stage, pretend to know.
In Politics, mere Punchinellos,
Yet pass for rare, for clever Fellows;
Like Punch, who struts, and swears, and roars,
And calls his Betters, Rogues and Whores;
Like Punch, who speak their Prompter's Sense,
Like his, their pow'rful Eloquence,
Like his, their wond'ring Audience.
Poor, busy, factious, empty Things,
Who nothing know, of Courts or Kings;
Who Lords or Commons, ne'er have seen,
But think, they're like Committee-men;
[Page 4] By Rote, like clam'rous Parrots prate
Of Trade, Revenue, Church, and State.
Born to be lodg'd, and cloth'd, and fed,
By other Toils, than Toil of Head;
Form'd for the Oar, the Sledge, the Saw,
Yet rave, of Government, and Law,
As fond, at Committees to prattle,
As Babe, and Suckling, of its Rattle.
In costive Brains, whole Weeks revolve,
To frame, some lawless, mad Resolve;
Some Hand-Bill vile, with Threatnings dire,
Of Murder, Feathers, Tar, or Fire,
Of rich, and poor, decide the Fate
With Scorn, of every Magistrate.
Is there among them, who can read,
It serves to turn, the Ideots Head;
Is there among them, who can write,
It serves to wreak the Miscreant's Spite;
With Vipers leagu'd, in borrow'd Name,
They hiss and blast their Neighbour's Fame
Vipers like,
or Dolt.
Fair Truth, exclude, from many a Press,
On Pain, of every dread Distress:
As Priests, their Flocks to circumvent,
Forbid, to read Christ's Testament,
With senseless Jargon, stupid Lies,
Like Morpheus, close the People's Eyes,
[Page 5] Vile, false, pernicious Doctrines preach,
Rebellion rank, and Treason teach,
Malignant o'er the Land they crawl,
And wither, blast, and poison all.
So when the Dev'l with horrid Joy,
Hatch'd, the dire Project to destroy
Mankind, created frail, and weak,
He took the Form of groveling Snake,
And stung, with Envy, Rage, Despair,
To see a World, so gay, so fair
A World as erst, alass, was this
The Seat of Pleasure, Ease and Bliss:
A World, where Spirits, foul from Hell,
Were too impure, too black, to dwell
With Mortals, harmless as the Dove,
'Midst Innocence, and Peace, and Love,
Till, they had made, the simple Elves,
As soul, and guilty, as themselves;
Triumphant, us'd the same Device,
And made a Hell of Paradise.
In Brothels, Corners, Fields, who lurk,
Fond of Cabals, detesting Work,
Neglect, their useful Occupations,
And starve themselves, to starve whole Nations
Whose foul, remorseless, guilty Souls,
Nor Laws of God, or Man, controuls;
Who scowl on Wealth, with envious Eye,
For Wealth, and Fame, and Influence sigh,
[Page 6] And strive intent, on Pelf, and Spoils,
To plunge the Land, in civil Broils.
Furious, and sleepless, till they see
One general, glorious Anarchy.
(Sad Scenes! where idle Russians gain
Riches unearn'd, by Toil or Pain,)
And ruthless, clear their bloody Way,
To wild, despotic, brutal Sway.
Like Thieves, and Plund'rers, Traitors fell,
The same vile Progeny, of Hell.
When some fair City, rous'd from Sleep,
In calm, Oblivious, Mid-night Deep,
Alarm'd, by dreadful Din, of Bells,
Loud Cries of Fire, and dismal Yells;
When Int'rest, Duty, Love demand
Th' Aid, of every friendly Hand,
Whilst the wide-spreading Flames resound,
With joyful Ears, all catch the Sound;
Rush on their Prey, a grisly Mob,
And seize the dreadful Hour, to rob.
Shall we applaud, this vagrant Crew,
Whose wretched Jargon, crude and new,
Whose Impudence, and Lies delude
The harmless, ign'rant Multitude:
To Varlets, weak, impure, unjust,
The Reins, of Government, entrust.
Will Raggamuffins bold like these,
Protect our Freedom, Peace, or Ease?
Ah! surely no, it cannot be,
These are false Sons of Liberty.
[Page 7] The Men, who form, their Hopes and Fears,
From Hand-Bills, Pamphlets, Gazetteers;
Swallow like Gudgeons, every Lie
Which Malice, Rage, and Guilt supply;
Whose Views reach, not an Inch, from Home,
Who think their little Mantua, Rome.
The dullest Ignorance betray,
In all they do, and write, and say.
Boldly affirm, each wild Position,
As if inspir'd, by Intuition;
Untaught, in Wisdom's modest School,
That Confidence, proclaims a Fool:
Their scanty Stock of useless Knowledge,
Taught them by Floggings sheer of College,
Or which, alass! in ten Times worse,
Deriv'd from some polluted Source.
From Clodius, Judge of Men, and Things,
Of Statesmen, Ministers and Kings;
Of Power supreme, of just Protection,
Of Order, Peace, and due Subjection;
Too fond, and credulous to see
Treason, in Mask of Liberty.
What false Conclusions, Knaves can draw
From Gospel Truths, from Statute Law;
How much like Fools, these Knaves can write,
From Hunger, or from Party Spite,
Of regal Power, of legal Right.
From Curio's frothy Declamation,
Decide on Trade, on Legislation,
On Charter Rights, and dread Taxation;
[Page 8] (That nauseous Cant, of old, and young,
That Theme, of every Booby's Tongue;)
Like Pettifoggers, pert, and raw,
Who grope, in Indexes for Law,
Prating of Books, they never read,
Toiling o'er Parchment, for their Bread;
Form'd at the most, to scrawl a Lease,
Yet dare to judge, of War, and Peace;
Whom, God for Scriv'ners only, meant,
Yet dare, to ape, high Parli'ment;
Scorning o'er mouldy Books to pore,
And learn, what pass'd, in Days of yore,
With wise, important Lessons, fraught,
How Patriots acted, Sages thought.
How Greece, that Seat of every Art,
That charms the Eye, and mends the Heart;
By Phoebus, by the Muses chaste,
Inspir'd with Genius, Wit and Taste:
Of Heroes erst, the blest Abode
Of many a Sage, and Demi-God;
Source of a long illustrious Line
Of Sculptors, Painters, Bards divine,
Favour'd of Heav'n, immortal Land,
Form'd to enchant, to teach, command;
Whose various, wise, instructive Page,
(Fond Theme of ev'ry Land and Age)
With Sense sublime, with Truth replete,
With Precepts wise, Examples great:
Midst Ign'rance dark, and deep as Night,
Diffus'd its kind, refulgent Light;
[Page 9] From Goths, and Vandals, fierce, and blind,
From Slav'ry, rescu'd half Mankind.
How, ev'n wise Greece, illustrious Greece,
Wanton with Plenty, Wealth, and Peace,
To lawless Mobs, resign'd its Pow'r,
Chang'd Men, and Measures, ev'ry Hour.
For ev'ry Whim, Town-Meetings call'd,
In greasy, tatter'd Troops, cabal'd,
Conven'd, intrigu'd, harangu'd, resolv'd,
The Laws of God, and Man, dissolv'd,
Till Liberty, was prostrate laid,
By hireling Demagogues betray'd:
Her Offspring now, a hapless Race,
Expos'd to Want, and dire Disgrace,
Extinguish'd, all those sacred Fires,
Which warm'd the Bosoms, of their Sires;
Each Trace, of ancient Worth effac'd,
Their Souls, by Servitude debas'd,
See all around, with brutish Eye,
Stupendous Arts, in Ruin lie:
The vast, magnificent, sublime,
The Prey of Rage, and mould'ring Time;
Yet when, or why, erected there,
The wretched Slaves, nor know, nor care,
Unconscious that a noble Race,
Renown'd, for Valour, Genius, Grace;
Chosen of Heav'n, the World's great Pride,
Their Ancestors, did there reside;
There, where their hapless Offspring lurk,
The abject Slaves of haughty Turk.
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How dreadful! awful, was the Doom,
Of wise, imperial, haughty Rome,
Freedom's, and Honour's, glorious School,
Ordain'd by Heav'n for sov'reign Rule;
Whose glorious Deeds, through many an Age,
Adorn th' Historians wond'rous Page;
Whose Sons, were taught, from earliest Youth,
To fear the Gods, to rev'rence Truth,
The Syren Pleasures to oppose,
Wisdom's, and Valour's mortal Foes,
To look on Danger, with Disdain,
And smile at Want, at Grief and Pain;
To shrink from nought, but mean Disgrace,
Heroes of more than mortal Race:
In Battle, fierce as thund'ring Jove,
In Peace, as mild, as timid Dove;
As gentle, modest, and as plain
As artless Child, or simple Swain;
In all th'endearing Scenes of Life,
To Friend, to Parent, Child, or Wife,
To love, to pity, taught to yield,
And only dreadful in the Field;
Yet fir'd, with noble patriot Zeal,
Prefer to all, the Public Weal,
Their own, their Wives, their Children's Blood.
The sacred Pledge, to general Good.
How Manners, simple, Morals pure,
Fair Liberty, and Peace ensure.
How Arts Voluptuous, soon efface
The Virtues, of the happiest Race.
[Page 11] By Wealth, from foreign Lands acquir'd,
How Knaves, to Fame, and Pow'r aspir'd,
For Plunder, won from conquer'd Greece,
Their Honour sold, their Ease and Peace,
Wanton, and vain, and turbulent,
Fit for no Form of Government;
Assum'd the Patriots sacred Guise,
By bold Harangues, and specious Lies,
Allurements false, and fordid Bribes,
Seduc'd the poor Plebian Tribes;
Taught them their fav'rite, darling Theme,
To spurn the Rights, of Pow'r supreme,
The sacred Bonds of Peace dissolve,
To meet, to plot, cabal, resolve,
At Cinna's Beck, at Sylla's Nod,
Trample on ev'ry Law of God,
At Will of each alternate Lord,
To plunge, (as Russians gave the Word,)
In kindred Breasts, the murd'ring Sword:
How by ambitious Tribunes led,
Deluded Millions fought, and bled,
And see to mad Sedition prone,
The Mistress of the World undone.
Sad mournful Truths! Examples great!
Mirrors to every happy State!
Faithful, unerring Guides to shew!
How Plans ideal, Doctrines new,
Blind Zealots, void of Worth, and Sense,
To patriot Love, how false Pretence.
Ambition, Lies, and Impudence,
[Page 12] How vain Desires, and fond Conceit,
Treach'ry, Revenge, and mean Deceit;
Fair Fortunes squander'd, Debts unpaid,
Profusion, Lust, unprosp'rous Trade.
Wild Mobs, to mad Sedition prone,
And Liberty licentious grown,
Must make, the fatal Hour draw near,
Of civil Discord's wild Career,
Must cause, one general Anarchy,
Must end in Loss of Liberty;
And this free Country soon become,
Like Carthage, Florence, Greece and Rome,
Unless some God, should interpose,
And save it, from domestic Foes.
Men to Atlantic Empire born,
Look down on Greece, and Rome with Scorn;
Disdain their Maxims, Laws, or Rules,
To take from any States, or Schools,
Prefer their Mohawks, and their Creeks,
To Romans, Britons, Swiss, or Greeks,
Their nobler Souls, no Systems please,
But Savage Life, of Shawanese;
Or Monsters fierce, of Woods and Seas.
Such Notions crude, the Fools retail,
As paramount to Coke and Hale;
Hold—Stuff as found, and true,
As Blackstone, Grotius, Montesquieu:
Scorning to tread the beaten Road,
To take a Hint, from any Code;
And while they act, like Imps from Hell,
Ween they're as wife as Machiavel.
[Page 13] So oft the giddy Eton Boys,
Disturb, Oh, Thames, thy peaceful Joys,
With sullen Murm'rings, loud Complaints,
Of Studies hard, of sad Restraints;
Calling their Comrades, Knaves and Fools,
Who tamely crouch, to College Rules,
Wanton, and bold, in Pride of Youth,
Deaf to Remonstrance, blind to Truth,
Fond premature, to play the Man,
They meet, and form their little Plan;
Talk not of Talk, they scorn to learn it,
They know what's what, as well as Barnet.
Scarcely, five fleeting Years revolve,
But they cabal, harrangue, resolve,
Rebel, associate, run away;
Exult in Anarchy's short Day.
At Dormer's Arms, in Congress meet,
A medley Herd, of small and great,
Their little Sufferings, to redress,
They pen, some petulant Address,
The gen'ral Tenor of it runs,
That Fathers shan't controul their Sons,
That none, but downright sneaking Fools,
Will tamely sit, and drudge in Schools,
There o'er their Cups, on Usher, Master,
Denounce, some terrible Disaster,
"D—n all his Threatnings, never fear,
"We'll starve the Dog in half a Year,
"By this bold vig'rous Stroke we've made
"The Churl, will soon loose all his Trade:
[Page 14] "Square-Toes, no Doubt, will call it Treason,
"No Matter, he'll be brought to Reason."
Swear they're as wise, more stout, and bold,
Than Men infirm, and weak, and old.
Then curse, and rail, and roar, and bluster,
With flowing Bowls, their Senses fluster;
Forget th' impending pain, and sorrow,
The floggings dire, of sad To-morrow;
And while they're jovial, round the Table,
"Think they're august, and venerable;
"And to preserve th' Association,
"All swear religious Observation."
Enjoy the dear, delusive Instant,
While Masters, Fathers, all are distant;
Thoughtless, how void of all Resource,
How weak their plans, how scant their Purse:
Gay as at Cricket, Play, or Ball,
Defenceless, weak, a Prey to all.
In three short Days, not worth three Groats,
They fall to cut each other's Throats,
Upbraid, recriminate retort,
"You brought us here, you'll answer for't;
"Ye little Scoundrels, York and Penn,
"Take care Boys, how you talk to Men.
"None of your sneaking, shirking Farces,
"Or hark'ee, Lads! we'll whip your A—s;
"You snotty Urchins, dare to sham,
"Car, Vir, Mar, Con, Rhode, Mass, and Ham!
"With half an Eye, one may discern it,
"You'd Sugar Plumbs, from Doctor Barnet."
[Page 15] With all this Bullying, Rant, and Noise,
They're giddy, thoughtless, helpless Boys;
Ah! cruel fate, alass! how soon,
Their idle, truant Race, is run.
Lo! Father comes, with wild Affright,
Their glorious Noon, is chang'd to Night:
Question'd poor Things, they cry and pray,
"'Twas H-n—k, A—s, led the way.
"They call'd the Masters, Rogues and Fools,
"Swore 'twas a Shame, to be such Tools;
"That Ushers all, were hellish Imps,
"The Servants, Scoundrels, Rogues and Pimps!
"Combin'd, the Scholars to defraud,
"To pamper, cozen, wh—e, or baud;
"That Boys were all by Nature free,
"And College Laws, rank Slavery.
"For naughty Language, he had held,
"Foresaw he must, be soon expell'd;
"Laugh'd at [...], boyish fears,
"Set us with Ushers by the Ears,
"Let Fly in Master's Face, a F—t,
"And cried G-d d—n him, let's desert."
Cowards when sober, bold when drunk,
At thoughts of Birch, their Spirits sank,
Their Shillings, prodigally spent,
Conscious of Weakness, they relent;
Acknowledge, they have play'd the Fool,
Repent, return, are flogg'd in School;
[Page 16] And by their suff'rings, wiser grown,
Their just Subordination own.
Some of the Lads, perchance have Sense,
Talents, and Wit, and Eloquence:
But want Experience, Practice, Knowledge,
And think the Cock-pit, Eton College.
Like them, the Men, whom Worlds unborn,
Shall name with horror, grief, and scorn;
Their Mem'ries, and their Deeds detest,
Who robb'd a Land supremely blest,
Of sacred Rights, their Sires Possest.
As savage fierce, as savage raw,
Averse from Order, Power and Law;
Less fit for Senates, than for Toys,
In politicks, at best but Boys.
Are these the Men, to bring Salvation,
To a distress'd, unhappy Nation;
Ah! surely no, it cannot be,
'Tis License, this, not Liberty.
The Men who make Revenge their Rule,
By which to judge, of Knave, and Fool;
Who tho' no Kingdom can exist,
Without at least, some civil List,
Swear, that all mortal Men in Place,
Are void of Honour, Sense, and Grace.
Forget what once they learnt at School,
That Bu [...]rhus, was nor Knave nor Fool;
That Barnevelt, Colbert, Sully too,
All claim'd their Pensions, as their Due;
[Page 17] That Somers, C—t—m, M—s—d, More,
Heroes, and Statesmen, many a Score;
Receiv'd rich Salaries, or what's worse,
Titles, and Pensions, (Rogues of Course.)
That Hampden, Pym, and fierce St. John,
Were all with Place, and Pension won;
But like true Patriots, did resign,
And scorn'd to act, like Cataline.
Forget, that high Rewards, are due,
To Men, who're able, just, and true;
That they themselves, each passing Year,
Their—take, with Conscience clear;
Grev'd only, 'cause 'tis much below,
The hidden Talents, they could show:
Who swear no Honour, Virtue, Grace,
Is proof against, a Bribe, or Place;
Leave us, full fairly, to conclude,
(What else, would be unjust, and rude;)
That being but poor frail Men, at best;
Their Virtue, ne'er had stood the Test:
That Title, Pension, Power, of Place,
Or Rank, had alter'd quite the Case
Made Opposition, Fiends accurs'd
Made B—e a Saint, made M—s—d just:
Made N—h the Gift; of bounteous Heaven,
And Virtue dwell, with pure St. Stephen,
Made them, all foam, and "swear by G-d,
"A better King, on Earth ne'er trod;
"A better King, ye Rebel Crew,
"Than d—n your B—s ye ever knew."
[Page 18] Can men disguis'd, in Virtue's Mein,
To wreak, their mad, vindictive Spleen;
Who spurn Religion, Law, Obedience,
And damn as Slav'ry, just Allegiance,
Who fume, and fret, and dart their Stings,
Like Wasps, 'gainst Ministers, and Kings;
Who roar, 'tis glorious to oppose,
The Patron, by whose Love, they rose.
Virtuous, and grateful, just, and fair,
To starve the Sire, to please the Heir;
Unfit for Court, or Camp, or City,
Without Remorse, or Love, or Pity.
Squand'ring a wretched, frantic Life,
In sowing jealousies, and Strife;
Can Men, who all Subjection hate,
Prove Subjects true, to any state,
Submit their furious, boisterous Souls,
To legal Pow'r, or just Controuls:
Ah! surely no, it cannot be,
They wear the Mask of Liberty.
The Men, who like a Trooper swear,
And neither God, nor Devil fear;
Who shake their Sides at holy Writ,
Spout Smut, and Blasphemy for wit:
And while they damn their Souls, to Hell,
Swear Hell's a lie, the Parsons tell.
Can they with Covenanters dine,
Get drunk, with Rum, instead of Wine;
Preserve unmov'd a jovial Face,
Whilst snuffling Fanaticks say Grace.
[Page 19] To puritanic Modes, conform,
Whom God, nor Man, could e'er reform;
Long Hours, in Conventicle sit,
For Taverns, Brothels, only fit;
Hear ghostly Pastors, cant, and chide,
With Texts, and Comments, they deride
Midst bawdy Catches, nurtur'd long,
In Chorus join, of Heavenly Song!
Curb their impetuous, lawless Fires,
When artless Maidens, raise Desires.
Will they, those Charter Rights, maintain,
They treated erst, with high Disdain;
To legal Power, who drink d—n,
Truckle to H-n—k's Proclamation;
And march, encamp, retire, or stand,
As General P—n-m, shall command,
Ah! surely no, it cannot be,
They'd d—n to H-ll, such Liberty.
The Men, whose envious Souls, repine,
Unless, they're rais'd aloft, to shine;
Who think no Place, their proper Sphere,
Save where they rule, and domineer;
Men vain, aspiring, insolent,
On lawless Pow'r, and Int'rest bent.
Prone by Defect, of Head, and Heart,
To act each bold, flagitious Part;
To whom sweet, humble Peace serene,
Appears, a dull, insipid Scene:
And deaf, to Pity's sacred Voice
On Tumults, Riots, Broils rejoice,
[Page 20] Intent, as Hunger dire, on Food,
On Rapes, Adult'ry, Spoils, and Blood;
With wild Ambition, raving mad,
Tyrants in Garb, of Freedom clad,
The Laws of God, and Man defy,
With furious Mein, and Blood shot Eye;
Haggar'd, from Discords fatal Lap,
Display, the sacred Staff, and Cap.
And Freedom's Ensigns fair, pervert,
To pierce fair Freedom, to the Heart;
Who bid us all, to Arms resort,
That they may reap, delicious Sport;
Who'd rather see us all, in Hell,
Than wisely scruple to rebel,
Who boast no Daughter, Wife, or Son,
Nor care, if this dear Land's undone.
Thirsting for War, for fighting Sake,
Alike to them, what Part they take;
Whether unjust, or just the Cause,
To shield, or to subvert the Laws.
As G—e, or H—k gives the Word,
They draw th' impatient, murd'ring Sword:
Be Men, or Measures, bad, or good,
Fond to imbrue, their Hands in Blood;
Would you trust Men, in any Cause,
Who love, not God, nor Man, nor Laws.
Ah! surely no, it cannot be,
Or farewell, sacred Liberty;
[Page 21] Great Shade of Locke, immortal Sage!
Bright Glory of thy Land, and Age.
Apostle blest! of Toleration!
Benign to every Sect, and Nation:
Friend to Mankind, in Mercy given,
The choicest Boon, of bounteous Heaven;
To curb, the lawless Tyrants Rule,
And rescue Slaves from Filmer's School;
Refute what Hob'bes, what Oxford dreamt,
And shew the Ends, of Government;
To ridicule, the biggot Rules,
Which Knaves devis'd to govern Fools;
To prove in spite of pedant claims,
God made not Men, for Charles, or James.
But bid them Tyrant Pow'r controul,
Nor let a Part, enslave the Whole;
To shew that Nature, common Sense,
Gave them, the Rights, of Self-defence.
To prove when Kings, the Laws invade,
By Nature, God, or Compacts made,
And claim like Hell, the Right divine,
To treat Mankind, like Herds of Swine;
To rob, or murder, as they list,
'Tis just, and virtuous, to resist.
That James full justly, lost his Crown,
And Laws of old, of high Renown;
By Valour, Wisdom, all restor'd,
Made great Nassau, our lawful Lord.
Patriot! and Legislator wise!
Look down, with Pity, from the Skies!
[Page 22] Behold a vain, deluded Race,
Thy venerable Name, disgrace;
As Casuists false, as Savage rude,
With Glosses weak, with Comments crude.
Pervert thy fair, instructive Page,
To Sanctify, licentious Rage;
To form, some wild, ideal Plan,
And break the Laws, of God, and Man.
Oh! let thy bright Example show,
What Subjects, to their Sovereigns owe;
Thou liv'dst, when Britain's glorious Land,
Was torn by Faction's daring Hand.
When Foreign Gold, when Gallic Bribes,
Seduc'd, the sordid, venal Tribes;
When William's self, that Land to save,
Was sorc'd to bribe, each factious Knave:
When every Sect, by turns complain'd,
And curst the Hour, that William reign'd.
Call'd Freedom's guardian, Virtues Pride,
Usurper, Tyrant, Parricide;
Stunn'd gaping Crouds, with Tales of Woe,
Of Darien's Host, and sad Glencoe.
Mid'st these mad Conflicts, vain Alarms,
Say, did'st thou call, the Land to Arms!
Declare the solemn Compact, broke,
And Subjects free, from William's Yoke.
Thou know'st, that Subjects, Statesmen, Kings,
Are frail, impure, imperfect Things;
The polish'd Town, the Savage Wood,
Comparatively, bad, or good.
[Page 23] That More's, St. Piere's, and Plato's Themes,
Are all but flatt'ring, Golden Dreams;
Know'st that a perfect, legal Plan,
No more exists, than perfect Man.
That Wisdom, warns us, not to grieve,
For Ills, that Wisdom, can't relieve;
Thou know'st, to mark the gradual Lines,
From Nero, to the Antonines.
That Freedom, ev'n in Gallia reigns,
Compar'd, with Asia's hapless Plains;
Compar'd with Gallia's, boastful Page,
Great William's, was a Golden Age:
Compar'd with That, still, happier This,
The Age of Freedom, Age of Bliss.
Blind Superstitious Zeal, no more,
Bids Hood-wink't timid Fools adore,
And crouch to Usurpation, dire,
On pain of God's eternal Ire.
No more, deluded Mortals fight,
For vain, hereditary Right;
No more, the murd'ring Sword, is drawn,
For Pastor's Cloak, or Prelate's Lawn.
Now Whig, and Tory, Country, Court,
No longer, make the Rabble sport;
Now Subjects, Monarchs all combine,
To laugh, at cant of Right Divine.
Appeal to common Sense, for all,
And think like Thee, of good St. Paul;
Thy general Truth's, by all confest,
And noisy Faction, lull'd to Rest.
[Page 24] Some Ray, of thy pervading Mind,
Oh, shed on Mortals, weak, and blind;
Their wand'ring Steps, to Truth recal,
Oh, save Them, save Them, e'er they fall.
Teach them, to view th' historick Page,
To trace the Scenes, of every Age;
To look o'er Asia's, Africk's Coast,
And see Mankind, in Slavery lost.
Born, to fair Nature's equal Law,
Doom'd to hew Wood, and Water draw;
The Weak, the Strong, the Young, the Old,
Like Cattle bought, like Cattle sold;
Their Wives, their Daughters, bed, and board,
At will, of some imperious Lord.
Fawning like Spaniels, train'd, and link't,
And every free born Thought extinct;
The Book of Knowledge, fair conceal'd,
And Heaven's most sacred Laws, repeal'd.
See ev'n in Europe's happier Climes,
Popes, Emperors, Kings, immers'd in Crimes;
Deaf to kind Love, to Mercy's Call,
Th' Industrious, Good, and Wise enthrall;
Form'd from the same Promethean Clay,
To Nobles, Hirelings, Priests a Prey.
Bid them, some sew, short Leagues advance,
From Albion's Shores, to polish'd Franee;
Alass! how soon, how great the Change!
There bid, their Contemplation range.
[Page 25] There view, the blind, sequacious Herds,
Govern'd by Cowls, and monkish Beards;
See the poor Gaul, whose merry Soul,
Nor Priests, nor Tyrants, can controul;
Give him, his Onion, Soupe, and Bread,
No idle Cares, perplex his Head.
Intendants, Farmers, Soldiers, Spies
Unnumbered, pass before his Eyes,
He sees them all, and never sighs.
Judges corrupt, and Racks, and Wheels,
Hang o'er his Head, he nothing feels;
Contented, in his humble Sphere,
To mind his Work, the Laws revere.
As Sprightly, as the Wine, he Quaffs,
Midst dire Oppression, sings, and Laughs.
Woes of next Cent'ry, ne'er revolves,
Nor breaks his Rest, with Town Resolves;
Of Slav'ry, nor of Want, complains,
But sings, and Dances, in his Chains.
Such Bliss, a Free-born Briton, scorns,
His Breast, with gen'rous Ardor, burns;
He scorns to be the Tool, or Slave,
Of King, or Priest, of Fool, or Knave.
All that Grimace, and Mirth, and Glee,
Is mere Insensibility:
That Animal, in human Shape,
Is but at best, a merry Ape;
Plunder'd, of every natural Right,
And plung'd in Ignorance, dark as Night.
[Page 26] His Intellects, as gross, and dull,
As Bear, or Ass, or Horse, or Bull;
Doom'd to the same, insipid State,
Born but to feed, and Propagate.
Is this the boasted, happy Gaul!
How blest, then, every Animal!
Yet even an Ape, a Bear, or Goose,
Is happier much, than Men let loose;
From all restraints, of God, and Man,
In search of wild, ideal Plan.
Satiate with Pleasure, Wealth, and Ease,
And left to do, whate'er they please;
Yet ev'n in France, in shackl'd France,
Midst Want, and Slav'ry, Song, and Dance:
E'en there, the Friends to Truth, and You,
Helvetius, Diderot, Montescue;
D'Alembert, Rousseau, Marmontel,
In spite of Slav'ry, lov'd to dwell.
Yet there, the Wise, the gay Voltaire,
Freedom's and Candors lineal Heir;
There form'd, his sweet instructive Page,
To curb the Priest's, the Tyrant's Rage,
To scourge, divert, and mend the Age.
Nor chang'd, for Brunswick's mild Command,
The Pleasures of his native Land:
Midst Power despotic, Monkish Cells,
Thy Beccaria peaceful dwells.
These chosen few, the Wise, and Great,
Lament, their hapless Country's Fate;
View all, with Philosophick Eyes,
See thro' the Gaudy, thin Disguise.
[Page 27] Vile Tartuffes, Sorbonne, all combin'd,
To check, the Free-born, gen'rous Mind;
Like Harpies, grieve to lose their Prey,
Like Goblins, fly at dawn of Day;
And damn Philosophy, to Hell,
That dares to break, the Magic Spell.
They know why Men, from Woods, and Caves,
Consented to be, partial Slaves;
United Intrests, Hopes, and Fears,
Rather than live, like Wolves, and Bears,
Resign'd their Wills, to just Controul,
And gave a Part, to guard the Whole.
They see the social Compact broke,
They feel, the heavy, galling Yoke;
See Virtue, Honour, prostrate laid,
Fair, equal Liberty betray'd.
See Vice triumphant, Worth disgrac'd,
Truth, Mercy, Justice, all effac'd;
Men born to Freedom, abject Slaves,
The Property, of Fools, and Knaves.
See King's, whom God, and Men, design'd,
The Friends, and Fathers, of Mankind;
The Laws of God, and Man oppose,
And treat their Subjects, as their Foes.
Yet ev'n in wretched Lands, like these,
True Wisdom, finds Content, and Ease;
Knows that these Ills, are gentler far,
Than horrid Discords, civil War.
[Page 28] Fatal Resource! sad last Relief!
From just, substantial, real Grief;
From Woes, that urge, to wild Despair,
From Ills, that Patriots, scorn to bear.
On Wisdom's Arm, great sacred Shield,
Not made, for vulgar Hands, to wield;
Not made for Sport, like idle Toys,
For peevish, froward, thoughtless Boys.
For Lies, which factious Knaves obtrude,
On the poor, ign'rant Multitude;
For wild Chimera's, idle Dreams,
Causeless Complaints, and airy Schemes.
To combat Wind-Mills, wage with Sheep.
Reserv'd our sacred Rights to keep,
When Giant Power, makes Millions weep.
When Tyrants fierce, give just Alarms,
The gallant Patriot, calls to Arms;
Reluctant calls, from patriot Love,
Left Arms alass! successless prove.
Wisdom recalls the League, the Fronde,
The Thousands slain, on Gallic Ground;
Recalls that black, infernal Night,
R ecalls, and shudders, at the Sight;
When Cath'rine, Charles, and fierce Tavanne,
To Deeds of Horror led the Van,
When Seine's fair Stream, his Banks o'erflow'd,
All swoln, with native, kindred Blood:
[Page 29] Recalls, mad Clement, fierce Chatel,
Ravaillac, arm'd with Powers, from Hell,
When virtuous, godlike, Bourbon fell.
Alass! the Liberties, they sought,
For which Coligny, Condé fought,
Subdu'd, and prostrate, still remain,
And wretched Millions, fell in vain.
Recalls Phillippi's fatal Field,
Where Virtue's self, was forc'd to yield;
Where Heroes, found untimely Graves,
And left free Romans, abject Slaves.
Oh! didst thou live, in George's Reign,
And heard'st the Knaves, and Fools, complain,
The Fools, deluded by the Knaves;
Complain they're worse, than Galley Slaves.
The mad, the ign'rant Knaves, complain,
Midst Ease, and Wealth; of Want, and Pain,
With Doctrines, borrow'd from the Clouds,
Delude the stolid gaping Crouds:
Doctrines absurd, and crude, and new,
And swear, they learnt them, all from you.
How would thy Breast, indignant feel
Alternate Scorn, and patriot Zeal!
Alass! vain Men, how blind! how weak!
Give them the Liberty, they seek;
Grant all their vain, their fond Desires,
Grant all, that ev'ry Fool requires.
Let them convene, in vagrant Bands,
To play at Questions, and Commands,
[Page 30] In tatter'd Garb, with squallid Mein,
Like Children, play at King, and Queen.
Let them, round Freedom's sacred Pole,
Quaff Toddy, from the flowing Bowl.
The Tyler's, Cade's, and Straw's debate,
The dread Arcana's, of the State.
Issue their Mandates, near and far,
On Pain of Feathers, and of Tar,
Pierce thro' dark Night, with gummy Eyes,
And see an Empire, vast arise.
(Since 'tis a Truth, by all confest,
That Arts, and Empires, travel West,)
An Empire vast, by Heav'n declar'd,
With which, each other State, compar'd,
From Delly, to renown'd Calcut,
Is not much bigger than a Nut,
From Ispahan, to Neufchatel,
Is but the veriest Bagatelle.
That Isle, so blest, by George's Sway,
Is but the Needle, in the Hay.
Claim Pow'r supreme, by Right Divine,
From Acady, to Caroline.
The Pow'r, and Glory of a State,
By Quantities, of Acres rate.
Let them, great Legislators sit,
Instruct, advise, forbid, permit,
Sole Judges, of their private Weal,
As they demand, enact, repeal.
Fleets, Armies, Hirelings, Viceroys, all
The pension'd Slaves, of Courts recall.
Let Coblers, Tinkers, Butchers, prate
At Will, of deep Affairs of State;
[Page 31] Relate, their Suff'rings, o'er and o'er,
Of Tea, of Tax, and Compacts roar,
Till Pow'r Supreme, to Babes devolves,
And every Suckling, lisps Resolves.
Poor giddy Wights, without pretence,
To Age, Experience, Parts, or Sense:
Yet dare to judge of Men, and Things,
And think themselves, as great as Kings;
Leave them, their idle Course to run,
In two short Years, they'd be undone.
Thus oft, a cocker'd, pamper'd Child,
By fond maternal Love, is spoil'd.
Froward, and petulant, and rash,
Neglects his Books, and feeds on Trash;
Flies in his aged Parent's Face,
For Whims, that Age, and Sense disgrace.
A weak, ungrateful, booby Son,
Sullen, controul'd; if pleas'd, undone:
Let him pursue, his idle Way,
'Twou'd be, one glorious Holiday;
Let the poor Thing, his Fancy please,
He'd perish soon by dire Disease.
Unconscious, of the Woes to come,
Unmindful of his future Doom,
How rough the World, compar'd with Home.
When left alone, on Life's sad Stag,
When anxious Cares, his Thoughts engage,
Of Parent's fost'ring Aid berest,
To the wide World, an Orphan left.
[Page 32] Too late, the fatal Truth, perceives,
Too late reflects, and vainly grieves,
His Parent, fondly was beguil'd,
Had spar'd the Rod, and spoil'd the Child.
Teach them, wise Patriot, t'obey,
The mild Commands, of Brunswick's Sway;
Bid them, the Tyrants Pow'r defy,
In Freedom live, for Freedom die:
But Oh! instruct them, first to know,
Tyrants, from Sov'reigns, Friend, from Foe,
Freedom, from wild licentious Schemes,
Just, legal Rights, from idle Dreams,
The golden Mean, from mad Extremes.
Like Prophets, erst in Mercy sent,
To bid offending Worlds, repent.
Recall, their wand'ring Steps, to Truth,
Look down, with Pity, on their Youth.
Wanton, and proud, in Nature's Bloom,
Unconscious, of impending Doom.
Whilst George's fond, paternal Hand,
Ling'ring suspends, the stern Command;
Ere hostile, conqu'ring Fleets appear,
Benignant check, their mad Career.
Ere yet, avenging Hosts prepare
To shake the Land, with horrid War.
Save them, from that sad Scene, of Woes,
Where thankless Sons, their Sires oppose;
Where Sires, and Sons, are mortal Foes;
Where Moonstruck Zealots, fierce despise
Nature's endearing, sacred Ties;
Where Russians, gain unblest Applause,
By violated, Faith, and Laws.
[Page 33] Where fair earn'd Wealth, Possessions fair,
Are torn from many a rightful Heir;
Where Lust of Pow'r, and guilty Joys,
Sweet Peace, and Innocence, destroys;
Impostors vile, to Pow'r aspire,
Honour and Worth abash'd, retire.
Retire, and see their native Lands,
Plunder'd by bold rapacious Hands.
Unpitying Bands, fair Seats destroy,
Of dear domestic, social Joy;
See many a Field, and fertile Plain,
Cover'd with kindred Natives slain.
See Friends, Companions, once belov'd,
By dire contageous Madness mov'd;
Frantic, and ruthless, pierce the Breast,
Once with dear, mutual Love possest.
Triumphant Crimes, pollute the Land,
Consign'd to ev'ry Butcher's Hand;
Spread Desolation, like a Flood,
And Brothers, shed, their Brother's Blood.
Rouse these dear Lands, from torpid Sleep,
Ah! rouse them, lest they 'wake to weep;
With Anguish weep, alass! in vain,
For thousands ruin'd, thousands slain.
Let not their fatal Rage, despise
The Orphans Tears, the Widows Sighs.
Kind aged Parents, left forlorn,
Their hapless, murder'd Sons, to mourn;
[Page 34] Dear, pious, Sons, whose frantic Eye,
Beholds their Sires, untimely die;
And Russians, rushing to destroy,
Soft Charms, reserv'd for virtuous Joy.
Snatch this short fleeting Interval,
Their wand'ring Senses to recal.
Warn them, of their impending Fate,
Lest sad Repentance comes too late.
Bid them survey the Realms above,
The blissful Seats, of Peace, and Love,
Yet there, even there, a rebel Crew,
That Peace, that Love, could joyless view;
See God, immortal Joys prepare,
Yet Joys, immortal, scorn to share.
Plac'd by the Side, of Pow'r divine,
Yet 'midst that Glory, could repine.
View Pow'r supreme, with envious Eye,
And God's Omnipotence defy:
To Envy, Rage, and Malice prone,
Invade th'indulgent Father's Throne,
Till by unjust Wrath, the Traitors fell,
Headlong from Heav'n, to endless Hell.
THE END.
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NOTES ON THE PRECEDING WORK.

[The Men deprav'd. Page 3, Line5.]

SEE the Names, in the Lifts of Committees, in the several Districts of North-America; and enquire, what are their Callings?

Calls his Betters. P. 3, L. 23.] It is the Practice of these Ora­tors, over all America, to summon the Mob, by some anonymous portentous Hand-Bill, addressed to the PUBLIC; to mount into a Gallery or elevated Station, in or near a Place of public Re­sort; and from thence, with a grave important Face, harangue on the deplorable State of public Affairs, and the total Loss of Liberty, in a Country, which, were it not for them, would be the happiest and the freest Country in the Universe. To retail from Scraps of Party Papers, the Merits of the Leaders of Opposition; ascribe Opinions to them, which they would hear with the highest Indig­nation; and engage for their Countenance and Support, Opini­ons, Designs, &c. as if they were as familiarly known to them, as their own Characters are to their Wives, Children, and Ser­vants, if they happen to have any.

On the first Personages of Great-Britain, all the great Officers of State, and the Majority of both Houses, they liberally bestow the delicious Epithets of Jacobites, Papists, Tyrants, Hirelings and Scoundrels, amidst the repeated Shouts of their greasy Fol­lowers.

The Oar, the Sledge. P. 4, L. 5.] The Author could have added the Awl, the Trowel, and many other Tools; but he [Page 36] thinks his Rhyme rough enough in all Conscience, as it is.—Such Tools, are as little adapted to Poetry, as to Politics.

Hand Bills. P. 4, L. 11.] The Oracles of North-America, like the Sibyls Leaves scattered over the whole Country They have been lately collected with great Labour and Expence, digested by the Sanhedrim at Philadelphia, and compiled into a regular Code.

A memorable AEra in the Annals of North-America. A Code, by which the Principles of common Sense, every System of Ethics, ancient and modern, the Authority of the most cele­brated Jurists, the Common and Statute Laws of Great-Britain, the Laws of the several Provincial Legislatures, the Authority of Provincial Magistrates, and the revealed Laws of God, are all abrogated and done away. A Code, which the gaping Vul­gar of America thumb with the same Delight, as they con Jack the Giant Killer; which the great and little Vulgar of England will laugh over, as at the Farce of High Life below Stairs; and which every Man in Europe, of Sense and Benevolence, will read with Grief and Indignation.

Invida fatorum series, summisque negatum stare diu.
[...] repetons, iterum Chaos.

Vipers leagu'd P. 4, L. 19.] Alluding to the Figure of a Snake, with which certain Printers of American News-Papers, adorn their Publications, designed to allure a certain Set of Customers, and to enlist a certain Crew of Writers, who have contributed in a most criminal Degree, to subvert the Laws of this Country, have already enflamed it, into the most dangerous Convulsions, and threaten to complete its final Destruction. These Standards were erected perhaps in Imitation of certain well known Signs in Blood-Bowl-Alley of London, and in la Rue D'Enfer of Paris. The Resorts of Bullies, Spies, Informers, Incendiaries, Highwaymen, and Murderers.

This Custom is not common to all the Publishers of News­Papers; some of the Fraternity, equally malignant in their Designs, and more successful in their Operations, hang out no Sign at all. They are of old established Credit. Their Wine needs no Bush.

Many a Press. P. 4, L. 23.] Not every Press; Mr. Riving­ton, of New-York, continues to discharge the duties of his Pro­fession faithfully, in Spite of frequent Letters from unknown Villains, threatening him with Fire, Assassination, &c. in De­fiance of many unwarrantable Associations in different Parts of America, exhorting some, and compelling others, to withdraw their Subscriptions to his useful and impartial Gazetteer, in the [Page 37] Face of numerous Committees, who have taken the same sage Precautions to prevent the Introduction of his Publications into their respective Realms, as if they had been consign'd from Smyrna, or Aleppo, in a Time of a general Pestilence.

He grows bolder, by Persecution, to the Confusion of a per­nicious Set of Scriblers, and of an envious Gang of Rivals, who constantly mark him in their News-Papers to the deluded Rabble for Destruction. The Public, is in the Author's Opinion, much obliged to him, and to the good Sense, and Liberality of the Gentlemen of all Parties in that Province, by whom he is coun­tenanced and employed indifferently, as his Gazetteer, and his Catalogue of Pamphlets testify.

The Author believes there is likewise a free Press or two at Boston, defended by an Army and a Fleet, by which alone they preserve their Freedom.

Who scowl on Wealth. P. 5, l. 27.] No Man of common Observation, who has crossed the Atlantic, can have failed to remark, the great Difference between the Manners, of the lower and middling Sort of People in England, and of People of the same Classes here. Altho' those Orders of Englishmen, are not much celebrated for their Civility. The Author, who had often be­held in certain Countries of Europe, the miserable and abject State of that great and sacred Portion of the human Species; and had seen the insolent, and brutal Abuse of Rank, Titles, and Power, on his first Arrival in North-America, exulted in an Appearance, so honourable to Humanity; he recollected the Observation of a Philosopher, in discovering a Circle exactly de­scrib'd on an unknown Shore, where he happened to be ship­wrecked; and thought this as sure a Proof of general Felicity, as that of Civility and Science. Jealous tho' he is naturally of his Superiors (and his Superiors are innumerable) he begins to find he was mistaken, and to perceive that there are Pleasures, like the Pleasures of Excess, exquisite but short-lived, and ending in Disease and untimely Death.

These Men begin to look upon their Superiors as if the Order of the Universe had been inverted in their Favour; as if they were possessed of what naturally belonged to themselves, and were determined to seize the first Opportunity to recover it Vi et Armis.

‘Ye take too much upon yourselves, seeing all the Congre­gation are holy, every one of them: Wherefore then lift you up yourselves above the Congregation of the Lord?’

Their little Mantua, Rome. P. 7, L. 6.] There is a very re­markable Difference, between the Opinions, Principles, and [Page 38] Conduct in general, of the Natives of this Country, who have resided in Europe, or have conversed much with Europeans, and of those who never passed the Limits of their own, or of some neighbouring province. Arts, Sciences, Knowledge, Accom­plishments, Wealth, Power, Dignity, are all comparative. Com­parisons are frequently mortifying in the extremest Degree to that Vanity, which is inseparable from our Nature: But without it no Man can form a true Estimate of himself, or establish a just Rule of his Conduct. However nauseous the Medicine may be, it is a salutary one. An overweening Conceit of the Importance of this Country, and a very inadequate Knowledge, or a total Ignorance of the Parent Country, are among the fatal Sources of the dreadful Calamities, at this Moment impending over a Part of this Country; may they never extend over the Whole.

Dullest Ignorance betray. P. 7, L. 7.] Ignorance of the true Nature, Conditions, and Ends of Government, and of the Application of general Doctrines, to particular Circumstances, in which they resemble certain bold Empiricks, who by admini­stering excellent and efficacious Medicines unseasonably, and in too large Doses, throw their Patients into Convulsions, and destroy them. There are three or four Pamphlets, said to be written in America, within these twelve Months, by Gentlemen called Whigs. These Gentlemen appear by their Writings to be Men of Sense and Candour. They are Proofs, in the Author's Opinion, how frequently Men are led by Youth, Inexperience, Confinement to narrow Scenes, Want of Leisure, and general enlarged Knowledge, to form false and fatal Conclusions, from the noblest Principles. The Epidemic, may it not prove the mortal Disease, of this Country. Eslo perpetua.

There is a Pamphlet likewise lately written by a Gentleman, who calls himself a Whig, under the Title of Strictures, very different from the former in its Design, if not in its Effect.

"Abominable, inutterable, and worse
"Than Fables yet have feign'd, or Fear conceiv'd;
"GORGONS, and HYDRAS, and CHIMERAS dire."

Scriveners only meant. P. 8, L. 9.] The Author has been as­sured, that no less than 28 of the Members of the Sanhedrim were Lawyers; he express'd Astonishment on hearing this, but on enquir­ing, he found they were, what they call in England, Attorney at Law, his Astonishment ceased. When he recollected the Obser­vation of the celebrated Judge Blackstone, ‘on Gentlemen pla­ced at the Desk of some skilful Attorney, ita lex scripta est, is the utmost his Knowledge will arrive at, he must never aspire to form, and seldom expect to comprehend, any Argu­ments, [Page 39] drawn a priori from the Spirit of the Laws, and the Na­tural Foundations of Justice.’ In the same Page, he admits one or two shining Exceptions in all Great-Britain; how many he might admit here, the Author is no Judge. By the abuse of cer­tain Words of an ill Sound, much debated about in this Coun­try, he is afraid there are many among them, who are not well acquainted even with Lex scripta, nor much versed in English Dictionaries.

Shawanese. P. 12, L. 22.] A Tribe of North-American In­dians. The Americans wish to live in populous Towns, or cul­tivated Countries, to have Manufactures to cloath them, or Mo­ney to buy cloaths, their regular Meals, good Beds to lie on; to be protected from foreign and domestic Violence, to their own Persons and Property, and to the Persons of their Wives and Children, without paying for it. To have their Injuries redres­sed without the Risk of shedding their own blood, and to enjoy, at the same Time, the native unrestrained Freedom of a Savage. They are not contented with being Men. "Men would be Angels, Angels would be Gods!"

As wise as Machiavel. P. 12, L. 31.] The Gentlemen of the Sanhedrim have acted in direct contradiction to the first Maxim of that extraordinary Man, "never to do any Thing by Halves." They have employed his flagitious, and atrocious Means, wantonly, and without remorse, with as much Ferocity as Caesar Borgia, his Hero, but without regard to his Ends.

As well as Barnet. P. 13. L. 12.] Doctor Barnet, Master of Eton College, very generally respected, both on Account of his examplary Virtues as a Man, and of his uncommon Attention and Kindness to his Scholars as a Master. His Scholars were much more numerous than they had even been known to be under the Direction of any of his Predecessors.

Dormer's Arms, P. 13. L. 17.] A noted Inn, on the River Thames, some Miles distant from Eton; their usual Rendez­vous, when the Boys rebel and run from the College.

York. P. 14. L. 23.] A very genteel, good natured, sensible, generous, young Gentleman; once a great favourite, and on his Part, very fond of Doctor Barnet; but had lately taken a Pique to him, was continually pouting, and had grown very refractory. The Doctor, it seems, had given Orders, that for the future, no Scholar, should deal with Mother Bat, the Apple-Woman. She had been detected in bringing the Boys by Stealth, Brandy, and Rum, to make Punch, the Commodities of the green Cannister, Serpents, Crackers, &c. &c. all which were absolutely forbidden by the Rules of the College.

[Page 40]As Goody Brit who was recommended by the Doctor in her Room, was a very decent Woman, who scorn'd to get her Live­lihood in any Way, but an honest one. She could not afford to sell quite so cheap as Mother Bat. Poor York was very much nettled at these Orders, for he was a very kind hearted Boy, and used to lay out a great Deal of Money upon Oranges and Cheese­cakes, &c. to treat his Comrades, Moreover Mother Bat hap­pened to be a near Relation of his Gradmamma: However, he never would have join'd the Scholars if he had not been afraid of the great Boys: He was forgiven upon Condition, that for the fu­ture, when he thought himself ill-treated by the Praepostors or Ser­vants, he would come and tell his Complaints to the Doctor, and not run up and down as he used to do, telling Stories against him to all the Bargemen, Coblers, Tinkers, Blacksmiths, News­paper Carriers, Pedlars, &c. of the Parish.

Penn. P. 14. L. 23.] A Descendant of an illegitimate Son of Admiral Penn, who with Venables conquered the Island of Jamaica. His paternal Relations, according to the benevolent Spirit of their virtuous Ancestor, the celebrated Legislator of Pennsylvania, treated him with as much Kindness, as if he had been legally descended; he was (not long ago) the very best Boy of the College, a plain, modest, amiable, sweet temper­ed Youth; so very innoffensive in his Behaviour, that he was never known to Quarrel with any Body, for he had often heard his Relations, who were excellent examplary Men, remark, that it was preposterous and horrible for Creatures who pretended to be Rational, to be one Moment bowing, scraping, cringing, and flattering, and the next, damning one anothers Bloods for Scoundrels, knocking each others Eyes out, and running one another thro' the Body, for every Trifle. It is said, however, that he is of late very much altered, by keeping Company with Vir. Car. Mar. and Mass. and by the Conversation, during the Holidays, of some Foreign Merchants, ho frequent his Uncles House upon Business, and is grown a Fop, Swears, Drinks, Bullies, and talks of Duels, &c. to the extreme Grief of his ve­nerable Relations. However, as early Impressions are not easily wholly effaced, it is hoped a little gentle Correction, and his Un­cle's Remonstrances, may have reclaimed him. His Pique to the Doctor, was for much the same Reason as York's, excepting, that he was not related to Mother Bat; he was uncommonly tall for his Age, of which he was not a little Vain, and would mutter now and then, that the Doctor durst not touch a Hair of his Head, he was a Match for the old Fellow.

Car. Vir. Mar. P. 14. L. 24] All of them much alike, [Page 41] very acoomplished, sprightly, sensible Lads, but the sauciest Boys of the whole College, as proud as Lucifer. They were nicknamed by the Rest of the Scholars, your Honour, your Grace, your Majesty. They had been accustomed from their Infancy to wear tawdry Cloaths, to ride in Coaches and fix, to eat and drink what they liked, to be waited upon by a great Number of Servants, whom they saw every Day goaded like Oxen, and beat like Dogs. At College they were pert and idle, and of course much disliked by the Doctor. They were hated by the Dames where they lodged, for they used to D—n her for an old B—h, because she did not cure her Bacon with Salt Petre, and put Cinnamon and Mace into her minc'd Pyes. Their Holy­days were spent at Sadler's Wells, Mary-Bone Gardens, Taverns, and B—w—y House, where they hectored and swore like the Bellies of the House. At College they distinguished themselves by robbing the Ban-Yards, Quarrelling with the Barge-Men, Forming a Maccaroni Club, Gaming, Drinking, Whoring and talking of New-Market Meetings. Several Reasons were given for their running from the College. They were in Debt to all the Public Houses, B—w—y Houses, Shopkeepers, Taylors, Pastry Cooks, and Fruit Shops at Windsor: Car. took a Pique to the Usher, and stole behind him one Day as he was going into the School, and with a Piece of blue Crayon slily marked on his Back, R. T. in Capital Letters, to the great Diversion of all the Boys, especially of Mass. Con. Ham. and Rhode; another Time he [...] into the Doctor's Kitchen, and while the Cook was winding up the Jack, threw a Paper of Jallop into a Rice Pud­ing, a Servant who happened to pass by the Kitchen Window, observing what he was about, informed the Doctor, who invited him to Dine with him that Day, gravely recommended to him a Slice of the Pudding, and sent him to his Dames, with a horrible Fit of the Gripes. Vir. was obliged to run off: His Master it seems, had threatened to Flog him for some Fault or another, if he did not mend his Manners; upon which he had the Impudence to throw a Chaw of Tobacco in his Face, take to his Heels, and call to the Boys to follow him. These young Gentlemen would have been all expelled, if some of their very near Relations, well known to the Doctor, and highly respected by him, as they well deserved to be, had not interecded for him; telling the Doctor, it was pitty to ruin the poor Lads utterly for a few boyish Tricks, which Age and Reflection might make them ashamed of after very severe Correction, and begging hard for Forgiveness, they were permitted to remain at College.

Mass. Con. Ham. Rhode. P. 14, L. 28.] The Character of either [Page 42] of these Boys will serve for a Description of the rest. They are among the oldest Boys of the School. Their Fathers being often at Sea, or constantly employed in their Farms, had left them in the earlier, Parts of their Life, to the Care and Tuition of their Grand­mothers, and maiden Aunts, who made them read, every Morn­ing and Evening, some select Chapters of the Old Testament; entertained them in the Winter Evenings, with Stories of the Bloody Queen Mary, the Gun Powder Plot, the Irish Massacre, the Act of Uniformity, &c. Told them what a wicked pro­fane Monster Charles the first was, to let People fetch a Walk, Play at Cricket, and go a Skaiting on the Sabbath. Made him read Prynne's Histrio Mastic, Killing no Murder, &c. Repeated to him the crying Sin of Fornication, Swearing, and taking the Lord's Name in Vain, made him get by Heart, how Mr. Pride, the Drayman, Mr. Hewson, the Cobler, came to be Colonels, Mr. Praise God Bare bones, the Felmonger, a Member of Par­liament, and Farmer Cromwell, of the Isle of Ely, Lord High Protector of Great-Britain and Ireland. They led him to Church every Sabbath, where he spent five Hours twice a Day, hearing the Minister preach about David's Rebellion against Saul. About Agag, and the Amalakites. Binding Kings in Chains, and Nobles in Fetters of Iron. The glorious Atchievements of Joshua, at the Seige and Surrender of Jericho, the Priests of Baal, &c. Their Fathers were a sagacious Sort of Men, and hearing that Boys sometimes made Acquaintances at Eton, that proved very Ad­vantageous to them when they engaged in Business and the World; sent them there contrary to the Customs of their Ance­stors, and of their Relations. These Boys did not appear to be so bad as Car. Vir. and Mar. but some how or other, they were much less beloved by the whole College. They rarely mix'd with the rest of the Boys, if they did, it was only to set them against the Doctor, calling him a cruel, abominable Tyrant; that he design'd to give them harder Tasks, flog them more than ever, and keep them at Eton, all the Holidays. If a Boy happened to take the Lord's Name in Vain, they would give him a Knock in the Face, and tell him the D—l would carry him to Hell in his Sleep. They never play'd at Cricket, Fives, Leap Frog, or any other Game with the rest. When they bought Apples, they stole into a Corner, and eat them by them­selves; if they saw any of the Youngsters with an Orange, or a Cheese-cake, they would snatch it out of his Hand, vow it was theirs, that they had stolen it out of their Pockets; if they dared to complain, they gave him a Kick on the Breech, bid him go and complain to the Doctor, they did not care a F—t, for the Doctor, the Doctor might Kiss their A—es.

[Page 43]These Boys would have been infallibly expell'd, but they had a great Number of very near Relations, very unlike themselves; to whom the Doctor had the highest Obligations, who con­demned their undutiful Behaviour, as much at least, as himself. They had been confin'd several Months to their Chambers, to hard Study, when the Author last heard of them; and were not to be released, till they had publickly acknowledged their Faults on their bare Knees, asked the Doctor's forgiveness; solemnly promised to be good Boys for the future, and received a very se­vere and exemplary Flogging.

There was at the College, a young Gentleman of the Name of Can. the only Scholar of any Consequence, who was not in­vited to the Dormer's Arms, because they knew it would have been to no purpose. Can. was a very polite, good natur'd, sprightly young Cavalier, danc'd the best Minuet of any Boy in the School, had rode the great Horse, very brave, and an excellent Fencer; he had lately been remov'd from another public School, where he had been very hardly used, seldom had his Belly full, was flogg'd unmercifully by the Master, Ushers, and Praeposters, for the slightest Fault of Mistake, and kick'd and cuff'd about by all the Servants of the College; of whom he never durst complain, for fear of worse Treatment. Finding this to very different from the School he had left, he conceiv'd a great Affection and reverence for Doctor Barnet, and behaved so modestly, and dutifully, that there never was a single Complaint against him. Can was much liked by the Boys who were acquainted with him, always chear­ful and obliging, laughing, singing and dancing, never com­plaining. If at any Time Marid'eve, Malagorge, Navire-gage, Dickfils, Oyseau-blue, Temps, cuilier, or any other of the discon­tented Boys, began to insinuate any Things in a round-about-way, against the Doctor, his Ushers, or Praeposters, or the Rules of the College. It was a Sort of Gibberish he had never been used to, he would stare, shake his Head, shrug up his Shoulders, Mutter. Nontong Pau, Comprong, rieng, de tob Sla [...], Along, [...]. If Mass spoke out and call'd the Doctor Tyrant, and the Ushers Scoundrels in plain Terms, he fell in a furious Passion, [...] Friatre, Osetú B—g—e, Sacre Bleu, Ventre Bleu, and kick'd 'em and cuff'd 'em like a Mad-man. At last they let him alone, flatter'd him always to his Face, and abus'd him behind his Back; for he had given many of them a black Eye, and they were more afraid of him, than of the Doctor, Ushers, Proepostors and Servants, all joined in a Body.

August and Venerable, P. 14, L. 10.] Epithets selected with great Diligence, and used with singular Propriety and Precision [Page 44] by the Members of a late Cabal (much resembling that at the Dormer's Arms) in speaking of themselves, in [...] of the masculine Simplicity of the Ancients; fiducia potius morum, quam arrogantia e. g. Sum pius AEneas.

H-n—k, A-d-s. P. 15, L. 8.] The Characters of these young Gentlemen are too well known to need any Description, as their Fellow-creature the Author, sincerely pities them, as a real Friend to the Doctor and his Scholars: He wishes them Repentance, Eu­thanasia, and the Forgiveness of the Father of Mercies.

For naughty Language. P. 15. L. 19.] Oh! Absalom, my Son! my Son! Not long ago, an Acquaintance of the Author, who af­fectionately laments his undutiful Behaviour: A young Gentle­man to whom ‘God has given rare Talents, but the Devil the Application of them.’

O quid agis? Fortitur occupa
P [...]rtum.

Hampden, Pym, and s [...]rce St. John. P. 17, L. 5.] See White­lock, the most candid Historian, or Journalist, &c. of the Times of which he writ.

Pure. St. Stephen. P. 17, L. 26.] The Chamber where the Commons of Great-Britain sit.

Like a Trooper swear. P. 18, L. 21.] Some of the Features described in the following Lines, are common to many of the Author's intimate Friends and Acquaintance, for whom he feels the sincerest Affection and Respect: Men possessed of all the heathenish Virtues in the highest Degree; if they do not possess every Virtue, it is the Fate of Humanity. He supposes their liberal Taste and Habits, to be incompatible with the Manners of the Covenanters of New-England.—‘Oh! my Soul, come not thou into their Assemblies: To their Councils, mine Ho­nour, be not thou united.’

When William's self, that Land to save. P. 22, L. 15.] See Burnet, whose Authority the Author presumes is rarely called in Question by the Whigs of this Country,

Of good St. Pauls P. 23. L. 28.] General as these Reflec­tious are on the Doctrine of Passive-Obedience and Non Re­sistance, it has occurred to the Author since he writ them, that they may be wrested to gratify the Malignity of Party Zeal, into a personal Reflection.

Even the Name of the Gentleman who writ the Friendly Address, is unknown to him; he never read a Pamphlet truer to its Title, or that appeared to be written with a more benevolent Intention. It would be well for this country, if they could distin­guish their true Friends. It is vulnerable in one small Part [Page 45] only: in the rest invincible. No Man who has read the Citizen of Hobbes, the Decrees of Oxford, the wretched Shifts that Bishop Burnet had recourse to, in order to accommodate the Doctrines of his Church, to the Revolution, or the Bungling of the learned Grotius in endeavouring to reconcile capital Punish­ments, War, and Resistance, with the Meekness of the Gospel. No Man of Candour and good Will, can wonder at, or be angry with, the Author of the Friendly Address. It is one of the sad Effects of such Times as these, to force Men of certain Tempers to fly for Refuge into the gloomy Regions of Passive Obedience and Non-Resistance. This was the Case of Hobbes, and of the University of Oxford, of many other Men, and of Bodies of Men, possessed of too much Benevolence, Virtue, Learning, and Abilities, to be treated with petulant or arrogant Contempt. Such Men fly from Anarchy into these dismal but peaceful Re­treats; they do not wish to remain there. Under a James the Second, Oxford, and others retracted.

Naturam expell's ferca: tumen usque recurret.

With the good Leave of St. Peter and St. Paul, had the Au­thor lived in the Days of Nero, with his present Opinions and Feelings, he would have united with Mr. A—s, Mr. H—k, yea, even with the Generation of Vipers, and under the Auspices of—(could he have been assured, that he would not have deserted them, and gone over to the Enemy) have done his ut­most to tumble Nero from his Misaud. Thank God,

Nou tali auxil [...]c, nec defensoribus [...]stis
Tempus [...]get.

Staff and Cap. P. 20. L. 8.] Ensigns of Liberty, not as they are engrav'd on the Front of a certain American News-Paper. It would be an Affront to the Understandings of such consummate Politicians as the Printer, Designer, and Engraver, employed in that Paper, to insinuate, that they were ignorant even of the very [...] of legal Liberty; possibly therefore, they were designed [...] Hieroglyphicks to signify that particular Species of Liberty for which they and their Friends the Chartrés, Renaults, and Lotharios of this Country so nobly contend. The Hint may, peradventure, have been taken from the pathetic Complaint of the indignant Belvidera to her Husband, in the Tragedy of Ve­nice Preserv'd, or a Plot Discover'd.

"No sooner was I laid on my sad Bed, &c."

[...], impudi [...]s, adulter, gan [...]o, manu, [...]ntre pine, bona, Patria, [...] qu [...]que [...] as grande cons [...]averat, &c.

Combat wind mills, wage with Sheep. P. 28. L.13.] Allud­ing to the well-known Life of a very amiable worthy Country Gentleman, whole Imagination, by an intense Application, [Page 46] to a certain favourite Study, became so disorder'd, that his Ideas of Right and Wrong, and of the most common Inconve­niencies, Accidents and Occurrences of Life, were wholly un­like those of other Men. He had been many years a Member of a very respectable Club, and was as much esteemed by his Brother Members, and treated with as much Kindness, as any Man. From the Moment that he was seized with this strange, fatal Delirium, he became another Sort of Man, always dis­contented, for ever complaining, that he was shov'd down to the lower End of the Table, had not his Share of Fat, could not get a Bit of the Green, &c. that they were always plotting against him, at the Upper-end of the Table: That they con­stantly took Advantage of his occasional Absence, and never waited for his Consent, when they made any new Rules for the Club. When the Reckoning was called for, he would throw down a Half-penny, and swear till he was black in the Face, that it was as good a Guinea, as ever came from the Mint. He would take a common Farmer for a Field-Marshal, a Plowman for a Lieutenant General, a Set of Puppets for Ministers States­men, and Kings; a Wind-mill for some blood-thirsty gigantic Tyrant, and a Flock of harmless Animals, for an Army of the Enemy. He constantly mistook his Friends for his Foes, and his Foes for his Friends; herded with the lowest and vilest of the Rabble, and shunned the Society of his old Companions, the Clergyman of the parish, his Neighbour the Gentlemen Farmer, Squire Question, Squire Tensi [...], and others, with whom he had formerly lived very happily, and in great Intimacy; who sincerely lamented his strange Delusion, and spared no Pains to divert him from the Study of those absurd Romances, which had been the fatal Cause of it; such as the Works of Don Malagorge, Don Poulecoq, Don Dicksfils, Don Obispo Naviregage, and above all the fabulous and monstrous History of the Reign and Achiev­ments of Sincantrois frequently expostulating with him in the most affectionate Terms, and warning him if he persisted in it, that he would infailibly beggar himself, his Family, and Rela­tions, not in a jail, come to be hanged, or die under a Hedge, in return for their friendly Advice, he called them a Pack of Scoundrels, Liars, Pickpockets, Sycophants and Traitors, and swore they had been bribed to ruin him by Don Jorgé, a noble Duke, of whom he held his Estate, by the Tenure of Fealty and Homage. Every Body remembers how he took up his Lodgings one Night at a Hedge Alehouse, and thought himself in a Mag­nificent Castle, dreamt that he was attacked by a furious Giant, jumpt out of Bed, ran to his Sword, attacked a Hogshead of [Page 47] Red Wine, broached the Hogshead, and let out all the Wine about the Chamber, and on the Landlord's insisting upon being paid for his Wine, laughed at him for a Blockhead, swore it was the Blood of a Giant, whom he had Slain in Defence of him and his Castle, damned him for an insolent ungrateful Scoundrel, and threatened to cut his Ears off.

It is well known likewise, how he put to flight all the Ma­gistrates of the District, released a Gang of Thieves, Pick­pockets, Highway-men and Murderers, and let them loose upon the industrious, innocent, Inhabitants; how they fell upon their Deliverer, and how he narrowly escaped with his Life.

That black infernal Night, P. 28, L. 22.] The Night of the Massacre of St. Bartholomew.

Since 'tis a Truth. P. 30, L. 11.] A very cogent Argument fre­quently urged with much Gravity, to pove the approaching Splendor of North-America.

By Quantity of Acres of rate, P. 30, L. 24.] If the Author noes not mistake, it was a Remark of Dean Berkley, that a Man might possess fifty Thousand Acres of Land in North America, and not know where to get a Dinner. The Dean was in the Right: It is the melancholly Case at this Day of innumerable American Landholders. Experts crede Roberts.

This Preeminence so much boasted of, will in the Author's humble Opinion, prove for many Centuries to come, fatal to the Establishment of Manufactories, to permanent Independence, to mutual Defence, and to lasting Peace,

The League, the Fronde, P. 28, L. 20.] See Thuanus, Davila, Brantome, Henriade, L'Esprit de la Ligue, De Retz, Roche­faucault, Jolly, Nemours, &c.

It is much to be wished, that the Details of Civil War, were more generally known in America, than they appear to be; the Horror of a Civil War is become a standing Joke among a very numerous Body of Americans: The Author has been assured, that it is very common to the wild Geese of this Country, to fly against a Light House in the Night, and dash themselves to Pieces. The same Cause may perhaps be assigned for both.

Arts and Empires travel West, P. 30, L. 12.] A very cogent Argument, frequently urged with much Gravity to prove the approaching Splendor of North America.

The Needle in the Hay, P. 30, L. 20.] A very prevailing lode of Thinking, and Talking of the insignificant little Island Britain.

Great Shade of Locke. P. 21, l. 1.] See Life of Mr. Locke, Biographia Brittanica.

And think the Cock Pit. P. 16, l. 6.] The Chamber where the [...] Council of Great-Britain sits.

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ERRATA.

Page 17, Line 13, for grev'd, read griev'd.

19, last Line, for on Tumults, r. in Tumults.

33, Line 11, for see many a Field, r. in many a Field.

34, last Line but one, for unjust Wrath, r. just Wrath.

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