Mine soul I farrant vill take care, 'Tis I am in de hole, not she." The church forbids it, friend, and saith No, not an inch without Amen, That seals the whole-" Vell, hear me den, De race of Jews both great and small; So help me out, dow Christian friend, Perhaps you do intend to cheat, A Christian man as I am such. The bigot Papist joyful hearted ATLANTICUS. LIBERTY TREE. TUNE-"The Gods of the Greeks." I. In a chariot of light, from the regions of day, Ten thousand celestials directed the way, A fair budding branch from the garden above, She brought in her hand, as a pledge of her love, II. The celestial exotic struck deep in the ground, The fame of its fruit drew the nations around, Unmindful of names or distinction they came, With one spirit endued, they one friendship pursued, III. Beneath this fair tree, like the patriarchs of old, Unvex'd with the troubles of silver or gold, With timber and tar they Old England supplied, Her battles they fought, without getting a groat. 370 IV. But hear, O ye swains ('tis a tale most profane), King, Commons, and Lords, are uniting amain, From the east to the west blow the trumpet to arms, Let the far and the near, all unite with a cheer, END OF SELECTIONS FROM THE PENNSYLVANIA MAGAZINE. AN ADDRESS TO LORD HOWE. At the time the following lines were written lord Howe was commander in chief of the British forces in the American revolutionary war. addressed to him the second number of the CRISIS, dated at Philadelphia, Jan. Mr. Paine also 13, 1777; in which he remarks, “Your avowed object here, is to kill, conquer, plunder, pardon, and enslave; and the ravages of your army through the Jerseys have been marked with as much barbarism as if you had openly professed yourself the prince of ruffans; not even the appearance of humanity has been preserved either on the march or on the retreat of your troops.-In a folio general order book belonging to colonel Rhol's battalion, taken at Trenton, and now in possession of the council of safety of this state, the following barbarous order is frequently repeated, His Excellency the COMMANDER IN CHIEF orders, that all inhabitants who shall be found with arms, not having an officer with them, shall be immediately taken and hung up? How many you may thus have privately sacrified we know not, and the account can only be settled in another world." The rain pours down, the City looks forlorn, So oft has black revenge engross'd the carc Of all the leisure hours man finds to spare ; So oft has guilt in all her thousand dens, Call'd for the vengeance of chastising pens; That while I fain would ease my heart on you, No thought is left untold no passion new. From flight to flight the mental path appears, Worn with the steps of near six thousand years, And fill'd throughout with every scene of pain, From George the murderer up to murderous Cain. Alike in cruelty, alike in haste, In guilt alike, but more alike in fate. Both cursed supremely for the blood they drew, Go, man of blood! true likeness of the first, Else why these scenes that wound the feeling mind, Why cries the orphan !-Oh! my father's slain !" And nods with manly grief-" My son is dead!" Oh! could I paint the passion I can feel, I'd send a torture and relieve mankind, You that are husbands, fathers, brothers, all Since then no hopes to civilize remain, And mild philosophy has preach'd in vain, One prayer is left which dreads no proud reply, That he who made you breathe will make you die. SONG. THE FOURTH OF JULY. TUNE-" Rule Brittannia." Hail! great Republic of the world, The rising empire of the west; Where fam'd Columbus' mighty mind inspired, CHORUS. Be thou for ever great, forever great and free, Beneath thy spreading mantle vine, And on thy lofty, thy lofty mountains' brow, May all thy sons and fair ones sing, Be thou forever great, &c. From thee may hated Discord fly, And whilst thy mighty, thy mighty waters roll, May heart endearing concord reign. Be thou for ever great, &c. |