Since the world, then, in earnest, is nothing but care, Look round, if you please, and survey the wide ball, Twas a chance, a mere chance, that your arms gain'd the day, I was a chance that the Britons so soon went away, To chans by their leaders the nation is cast, Now because I remain when the puppies are gone, You would willingly see me hang'd, quarter'd, and drawn, For deeds of destruction some hundreds are ripe, Ye all are convinced I'd a right to expect I had chose to sell drams on the south side of Styx. I confess, that with shame and contrition oppress'd, My paper is alter'd-good people, don't fret; I call it no longer the ROYAL Gazette, To me a great monarch has lost all his charms, I have pulled down his LION, and trampled his ARMS. While fate was propitious, I thought they might stand, His prudence and caution has saved your dominions, In him it was fortune where others would fail: And man but a shadow, a cloud or a stream; By which it is plain he intended to say If this be the fact, in relation to man, I hope while I live, you will all think it best, A view of my life, though some parts might be solemn, Even swine you permit to subsis. the street ;- But as to the Tories that yet may remain, Poor souls! for the love of the king and his nation The TEMPLE you raised was so wonderful large A dominion like THIS, that some millions had cost!- When the war came upon us, you very well knew *The negro king in Jamaica; whom the English declared Independent in 1739. 'T would have pleased you, no doubt, had I gone with a Of books, to exist in your cold Massachusetts; Now, if we mistook (as we did, it is plain) For he gave such accounts of your starving and strife The part that I acted by some men of sense You pretend I have suffer'd no loss in the cause, I too am a loser-my PENSION is lost! Nay, did not your printers repeatedly stoop You have plunder'd my Office and published my Will. If this be your aim, I must think of a flight- He appear'd as of old, when head of the throng, "And Jamie, (said he) I am sorry to find "That famous conductor of moonlight retreats, A southern constellation consisting of twenty-four stars. "Other luck we had once at the battle of Boyne! JAMES RIVINGTON, Printer, of late to the king, Let him stand where he is-don't push him down hill. RIVINGTON'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT. Since life is uncertain, and no one can say And settles, in season, his wordly affairs: Some folks are so weak they can scarce avoid crying, Let others be sad, when their lives they review, He often has show'd me a glimpse of his glory. IMPRIMIS, my carcase I give and devise I beg they will also accept of another; I know there are some (that would fain be thought wis In answer to this, I shall only reply All the choice that I had was, to starve or to lie. My fiddles, my flutes, French horns and guitars,* I leave to our HEROES, now weary of wars- I leave my French brandy, of very good proof; It will give him fresh spirits for battle and slaughter, The articles of bequest in this poem were incessant advertised in the Royal Gazette, and puffed off with a dea terity peculiar to the editor of that paper. It became fashionable at this period with the British officers to assume the business of the Drama; to the no small mortification of those who had been holding them up as the undoubted conquerors of North America. Yet I caution the knight, for fear he do wrong, It will strengthen his stomach, prevent it from turning, Provided, however, and nevertheless, That what other estate I enjoy and possess At the time of my death (if it be not then sold) As I thus have bequeathed them both carcass and fleece, in 1786'; a second edition appeared in a closely printed octavo volume at Monmouth, in New Jersey, in 1795; and a third, in two duodecimo volumes, in Philadelphia, in 1809. The last is entitled "Poems written and published during the American Revolutionary War, and now republished from the original Manuscripts, interspersed with Translations from the Ancients, and other Pieces not heretofore in Print." In 1788 he published in Philadelphia his "Miscellaneous Works, containing Essays and additional Poems," and, in 1814, "A Collection of Poems on American Affairs, and a Variety of other Subjects, chiefly Moral and Political, written between 1797 and 1815." His house at Mount Pleasant was destroyed by fire, in 1815 or 1816, and in some of his letters he laments the loss, by that misfortune, of some of his best poems, which had never been printed. SATIRICAL DRAMATIC, AND OTHER POEMS ON PUBLIC AFFAIRS WRITTEN DURING THE REVO. LUTION. DOUBTLESS the cleverest satire written during the Revolution was Trumbull's McFingal. The first part of it was written in the spring of 1774, immediately printed in Philadelphia, where the Congress was then in session, and soon after republished in numerous editions in different parts of this country and in England. It was not finished until 1782, when it was issued complete in three cantos at Hartford, to which place Trumbull had removed in the preceding year. "McFingal" is in the Hudibrastic vein, and much the best imitation of the great satire of Butler that has been written. The hero is a Scottish justice of the peace residing in the vicinity of Boston at the beginning of the Revo lution, and the first two cantos are principally occupied with a discussion between him and one Honorius on the course of the British government, in which McFingal, an unyielding loyalist, endeavours to make prose. Freneau enjoyed the friendship of Adams, Franklin, Jefferson, Madison, and Monroe, and the last three were his constant correspondents while they lived. I have before me two letters, one written by Jefferson and the other by Madison, in which he is commended to certain citizens of New York, for his extensive information, sound discretion, and general high charac-lytes, while all his arguments are directed against himter, as a candidate for the editorship of a journal which it was intended to establish in that city. His application appears to have been unsuccessful: probably because the project was abandoned. As a reward for the ability and patriotism he had displayed during the war, Mr. Jefferson gave him a place in the Department of State; but his public em. ployment being of too sedentary a description for a man of his ardent temperament, he soon relinquished it to conduct in Philadelphia a paper entitled "The Freeman's Journal." He was the only editor who remained at his post, during the prevalence of the yellow fever in that city, in the summer of 1791. The "Journal" was unprofitable, and he gave it up, in 1793, to take the command of a merchant-ship, in which he made several voyages to Madeira, the West Indies, and other places. His naval ballads and other poems relating to the sea, written in this period, are among the most spirited and carefully finished of his produc tions. Of the remainder of his history I have been able to learn but little. In 1810 he resided in Philadelphia, and he subsequently removed to Mount Pleasant, in New Jersey. He died, very suddenly, near Freehold, in that state, on the eighteenth day of December, 1832, in the eightieth year of his age. The first collection of Freneau's poems was published Before flesh and after fish. See R. Gaz. ↑ Gen James Robertson. self. His zeal and his logic are together irresistibly ludicrous, but there is nothing in the character unnatu ral, as it is common for men who read more than they think, or attempt to discuss questions they do not understand, to use arguments which refute the positions they wish to defend. The meeting ends with a riot, in which McFingal is seized, tried by the mob, convicted of violent toryism, and tarred and feathered. On being set at liberty, he assembles his friends around him in his cellar, and harangues them until they are dispersed by the Whigs, when he escapes to Boston, and the poem closes. These are all the important incidents of the story, yet it is never tedious, and few commence reading it who do not follow it to the end and regret its termination. Throughout the three cantos the wit is never separated from the character of the hero. "The Battle of Bunker Hill, a Dramatic Piece in Five Acts," was published by Robert Bell, in Philadelphia, in 1776. The author was a native of Maryland, educated at Nassau Hall College, Princeton, and for civilities received during his student-life from the Hor.. Richard Stockton, dedicated his play to that gentleman. The "Lieutenant Colonel of the Continental Army” who wrote the prologue was probably Humphries, of Connecticut. The piece, though much praised when first published, possesses little merit. Some of the cha racters-especially Gage and Burgoyne-are, however, well enough drawn, and the style, for the time, is chaste and harmonious. The fourth act opens with the following soliloquy by the British Commander in Chicf GAGE, solus.—Oh sweet tranquillity and peace of soul, That in the bosom of the cottager Tak'st up thy residence, cannot the beams Of royal sunshine call thee to my breast? Is scourged into obedience. Why, then, ye gods, Why should the spouse or weeping infant babe, And in low dungeons and in jails chain'd down And tips with gold the spires of Charles's-town. Burgoyne and Howe then enter with intelligence of the operations of Gardiner and his companions on Bunker Hill. "Sir Jack," as he is styled in some of the ballads of the time, uses the ambitious phrase of the sophomore, garnishing all his speeches with classical allusions and high sounding words. "You hear," he says You hear the sound Of spades and pickaxes upon the Hill- Gage, left once more alone, exclaims May heaven protect us from their rage, I say. The seven commandments like-I think there's seven- In the next scene Howe, addressing the soldiers, urges them by an exhibition of their ancient bravery to qut down the "foul rebellion"— Which spurns that love That fond maternal tenderness of soul To share dominion on the distant wave, In the last scene but one, endeavouring to rally his forces after a second repulse from the Hill, he er claims But that so many mouths can witness it, I would deny myself an Englishman, The part acted by General Putnam in this battle has recently been a subject of some controversy, and Mr. Bancroft, among others, has endeavoured to deprive the veteran of the laurels he had worn so worthily for seventy years. Our author, writing but a few months after the battle, and, doubtless, familiar with all the published accounts of it, would not have been likely to make him one of the most prominent actors in the American camp, if he had not been present, as is now contended. While leading a last assault upon the British, Putnam says to his followers Swift rising fame on early wing mounts up To the convexity of bending Heaven, And writes their names who fought with us this day And Clinton, giving an account of the day to a brother officer, says— Their left wing gave way, We have room but for the titles of the principal works of this description. In 1774 were published in Philadelphia, besides "McFingal," "The Association, &c. of the Delegates of the Grand Congress, versified and adapted to music, calculated for grave and gay dispositions," etc; "A Dialogue between a Southern Delegate and his Spouse, on his return from the Grand Continential Congress: Inscribed to the Married Ladies of America;" "Dominion lost in America by the British: an Humble Imitation of the History of Happiness lost in Heaven by the Devils, as recorded by Milton;" "The Fall of British Tyranny, or American Liberty Triumphant, a tragi-comedy;" and several others. In Boston appeared "A Poem on the Enemy's Coming to Boston;""Nebuchadnezzar's Dream;" "The Group, a Farce, as lately acted and reacted to the Wonder of all Superior Intelligences," &c. At Danvers, near Boston, was published "America Invincible, a poem in Ten Books, by an Officer of Rank in the Continental Army," and in various places many other small vo lumes in the elegiac or satirical vein, few of which are remarkable for any other quality than their "patriotism." But the best of all, as we have elsewhere remarked, were the satires of Freneau. His "Life of Hugh Gaine," "British Prison Ship," "Gage s Soliloquy," The Midnight Consultations," and other pieces, were read every where and approved by people of all classes 66 MINSTRELSY OF THE INDIAN WARS AND THE REVOLUTION. Permettez que je fasse les chansons d'un peuple, et il fera les lois qui le veut, remarked, in substance, some shrewd Frenchman; and that he rated not too high the power of song is shown by numerous instances in both ancient and modern history. It has been lamented that we have in America no martial lyrics comparable to those of the older nations. Holmes exclaims in one of his admirable poems When Gallia's flag its triple fold displays, Her marshaled legions peal the Marsellaise; But the martial song belongs to more warlike countries. France, Germany and England are vast fortified districts, echoing forever the din of conflict or the notes of military preparation; while America is the resting-place of peace, whence her influence is to irradiate the world. Or, if a different destiny awaits her, there is little danger but that— When the roused nation bids her armies form, And screams her eagle through the gathering storm, Some proud muse Will rend the silence of our tented plains, The puritan settlers of New England, while carrying on war against the Indian tribes, deemed it right to spend the hours their enemies devoted to profane dances and incantations, in singing verses, half military and nalf religious; and their actions in the field were celebrated in ballads which lacked none of the spirit and fidelity of the songs of the old bards, however deficient they may have been in metrical array and sentiment. "Lovewell's Fight," "The Gallant Church," "Smith's Affair at Sidelong Hill," and "The Godless French soldier," are among the best lyrical compositions of the early period in which they were written, and are not without value as historical records. Lovewell's Fight took place near the present town of Fryeburg, in Maine, on the margin of a small lake since called Lovewell's Pond, in 1725. The following ballad is said to have been written in the same year, and was for a long time well known throughout the country: LOVEWELL'S FIGHT. Of worthy Captain Lovewell, I purpose now to sing, How valiantly he served His country and his king; He and his valiant soldiers Did range the woods full wide, And hardships they endured To quell the Indian's pride. 'Twas nigh unto Pigwacket, Upon the eighth of May, They spied a rebel Indian Soon after break of day; He on a bank was walking, Upon a neck of land, Which leads into a pond, as We're made to understand. The popular air of "Yankee Doodle," like the dagger of "udibras, serves a pacific as well as a martial purpose. Our men resolved to have him, Who boldly stood his ground; Then speaks up Captain Lovewell, "Take you good heed," says he; "This rogue is to decoy us, I very plainly see. "The Indians lie in ambush, And each man leave his pack, Who did them thus defy; As soon as they were nigh him, Then having scalped the Indian, These rebels lay in ambush, This very place hard by, As fiercely as old lions, And hideously did shout. They feared them not a straw; But soon were forced to flee. The Indians were so thick, Then they all their best did try And, cover'd all the rear,- Two logs there were behind them, They could not get away; |