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And fearful, if they stay'd for sport,
You might by accident be hurt,
Convey themselves with speed away
Full twenty miles in half a day;
Race till their legs were grown so weary,
They 'd scarce suffice their weight to carry ?
Whence Gage extols, from general hearsay,
The great activity of LORD PERCY,
Whose brave example led them on,
And spirited the troops to run;
And now may boast, at royal levees,
A Yankee chace worth forty Cherys.
Yet you, as vile as they were kind,
Pursued, like tigers, still behind;
Fired on them at your will, and shut
The town, as though you'd starve them out;
And with parade preposterous hedged,
Affect to hold him there besieged.

Sent troops to that ill-omen’d place
On errands mere of special grace,
And all the work he chose them for
Was to prevent a civil war;
And for that purpose he projected
The only certain way to effect it,
To take your powder, stores, and arms,
And all your means of doing harms :
As prudent folks take knives away,
Lest children cut themselves at play.
And yet, though this was all his scheme,
This war you still will charge on him;
And though he oft has swore and said it,
Stick close to facts, and give no credit,
Think you, he wish'd you'd brave and beard

Why, 'twas the very thing that scared him.
He'd rather you should all have run,
Than stay'd to fire a single gun.
And for the civil law you lament,
Faith, you yourselves must take the blame in't;
For had you then, as he intended,
Given up your arms, it must have ended;
Since that's no war, each mortal knows,
Where one side only gives the blows,
And the other bear 'em; on reflection
The most you'll call it, is correction.
Nor could the contest have gone higher,
If you had ne'er return'd the fire;
But when you shot and not before,
It then commenced a civil war.
Else Gage, to end this controversy,
Had but corrected you in mercy :
Whom mother Britain, old and wise,
Sent o'er the colonies to chastise ;
Command obedience on their peril
Of ministerial whip and ferule,
And, since they ne'er must come of age,
Govern'd and tutor'd them by Gage.
Still more, that this was all their errand,
The army's conduct makes apparent.
What though at Lexington you can say
They kill'd a few they did not fancy,
At Concord then, with manful popping,
Discharg'd a round, the ball to open-
Yet, when they saw your rebel-rout
Determined still to hold it out;
Did they not show their love to peace,
And wish that discord straight might cease,
Demonstra:e, and by proofs uncommon,
Their orders were to injure no man?
For did not every regular run
As soon as e'er you fired a gun?
Take the first shot you sent them greeting,
As meant their signal for retreating;

New beauties push her from the stage;
She trembles at the approach of age,
And starts to view the alter'd face
That wrinkles at her in her glass:
So Satan, in the monk's tradition,
Fear’d, when he met his apparition.
At length her name each coxcomb cancels
From standing lists of toasts and angels;
And slighted where she shone before,
A grace and goddess now no more,
Despised by all, and doom'd to meet
Her lovers at her rival's feet,
She flies assemblies, shuns the ball,
And cries out, vanity, on all;
Affects to scorn the tinsel-shows
Of glittering belles and gaudy beaux;
Nor longer hopes to hide by dress
The tracks of age upon her face.
Now careless grown of airs polite,
Her noonday nightcap meets the sight:
Her hair uncomb'd collects together,
With ornaments of many a feather;
Her stays for easiness thrown by,
Her rumpled handkerchief

A careless figure half undress'd,
(The reader's wits may guess the rest;)
All points of dress and neatness carried,
As though she'd been a twelvemonth married,
She spends her breath, as years prevail,
At this sad wicked world to rail,
To slander all her sex impromptu,
And wonder what the times will come to.

* From the "Progress of Dulness."


[Born 1752. Died 1817.)

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TOYOTHY Dwight, D.D., LL.D., was born in “ endeavoured to represent such manners as are reNorthampton, Massachusetts, on the fourteenth moved from the peculiarities of any age or country, of May, 1752. His father was a merchant, of and might belong to the amiable and virtuous of excellent character and liberal education; and his any period ; elevated without design, refined withmother, a daughter of the great JONATHAN ED out ceremony, elegant without fashion, and agrecaWARDS, was one of the noblest matrons of her

ble because they are ornamented with sincerity, time, distinguished not less for her maternal soli dignity, and religion;" his poem therefore has no citude, ardent temperament, and patriotism, than distinctive features, and with very slight changes for the intellectual qualities which made so illus. would answer as well for any other land or period trious the name of the New England metaphysi as for Judea at the time of its conquest hy Joshua. cian. She carly perceived the indications of Its versification is harmonious, but monotonous, superior genius in her son; and we are told by his and the work is free from all the extravagances of biographers that under her direction he became expression and sentiment which so frequently fimiliar with the rudiments of the Latin language lessen the worth of poetry by youthful and inexbefore he was six years old, and at the same early perienced writers. Some of the passages which I period laid the foundation of his remarkable have quoted from the “Conquest of Canaan" are knowledge of history, geography, and the kindred doubtless equal to any American poetry produced departments of learning. When thirteen years at this period. old he entered Yale College. His previous unre In 1777, the classes in Yale College were sepamitted attention to study had impaired his health, rated on account of the war, and, in the month of and he made little progress during the first two May, Dwight repaired with a number of students years of his residence at New Haven; but his to Weathersfield, in Connecticut, where he resubsequent intense and uninterrupted application mained until the autumn, when, having been enabled him to graduate in 1769, the first scholar licensed to preach as a Congregational minister, in the institution. Immediately after obtaining he joined the army as a chaplain. In this office the degree of bachelor of arts, he opened a gram he won much regard by his professional industry mar-school in New Haven, in which he continued and eloquence, and at the same time exerted contwo years, at the end of which time he was elected siderable influence by writing patriotic songs, which a tutor in his alma mater. Yale College was became popular throughout New England. The established in the year 1700 by several Congrega death of his father, in 1778, induced him to resign tional clergymen, and had, before the period at his situation in the army, and return to Northampwhich Dwight returned to it, become generally ton, to assist his mother to support and educate unpopular, in consequence of the alleged illiberality her family. He remained there five years, labourof the trustees towards other denominations of ing on a farm, preaching, and superintending a Christians. At this time two of the tutors had school, and was in that period twice elected a resigned, leaving in office Mr. Joseph Howe, member of the Legislature of Massachusetts. Dea man of erudition and liberal sentiments, and clining offers of political advancement, he was, in Dwight and John TRUMBULL were chosen in 1783, ordained a minister in the parish of Greentheir places. The regeneration of the seminary field, in Connecticut, where he remained twelve now commenced; the study of belles lettres was years, discharging his pastoral duties in a manner successfully introduced ; its character rapidly rose, that was perfectly satisfactory to his people, and and so popular did Dwight become with the taking charge of an academy, established by himstudents, that when, at the age of twenty-five, self, which soon become the most popular school he resigned his office, they drew up and almost of the kind that had ever existed in America. unanimously signed a petition to the corporation The “ Conquest of Canaan," although finished that he might be elected to the presidency. He, ten years before, was not printed until the spring however, interfered and prevented the formal pre of 1785. It was followed by “Greenfield Hill,” sentation of the application.

a descriptive, historical, and didactic poem, which In 1771, Dwight commenced writing the “Con was published in 1794. This work is divided quest of Canaan," an "epic poem in eleven books," into seven parts, entitled “ The Prospect," « The which he finished in 1774, before he was twenty- Flourishing Village," "The Burning of Fairfield,” three years of age. The subject probably was not The Destruction of the Pequods,” « The Clergythe most fortunate that could have been chosen, man's Advice to the Villagers," " The Farmer's but a poet with passion and a brilliant imagination, Advice to the Villagers,” and « The Vision, or by attempting to paint the manners of the time and Prospect of the Future Happiness of America." the natural characteristics of the oriental world, It contains some pleasing pictures of rural life, might have treated it more successfully. DWIGHT but added little to the author's reputation as a


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poet. The “Triumph of Infidelity,” a satire, occa Duty of Americans in the Present Crisis," 1798; sioned by the appearance of a defence of Universal “ Discourse on the Character of Washington," 1800; ism, was his next attempt in poetry. It was printed Discourse on some Events in the last Century," anonymously, and his fame would not have been less 1801; “ Sermons," on the death of E. G. Marsh, had its authorship been still a secret.

1804; on Duelling, 1805; at the Andover TheoloOn the death of Dr. STYLES, in 1795, DWIGHT gical Seminary, 1808; on the ordination of E. Pearwas elected to the presidency of Yale College, son, 1808 ; on the death of Governor Trumbull, which at this time was in a disordered condition, 1809; on Charity, 1810; at the ordination of N. and suffering from pecuniary embarrassments. The W. Taylor, 1812 ; on two days of public fasting, reputation of the new president as a teacher soon 1812; and before the American Board of Foreign brought around him a very large number of stu Missions, 1813; “ Remarks on a Review of Inchidents; new professorships were established, the li quin's Letters,"1815; “Observations on Language,” brary and philosophical apparatus were extended, the and an « Essay on Light,” 1816; and “Theology course of study and system of government changed, Explained and Defended,” in a series of serions, and the college rapidly rose in the public favour. and « Travels in New England and New York, Besides acting as president, Dwight was the stated in which is given an account of various spring and preacher, professor of theology, and teacher of the autumn vacation excursions, each in four volumes, senior class, for nearly twenty-one years, during published after his death. which time the reputation of the college was inferior As a poet Dwight was little inferior to any of to that of no other in America.

his contemporaries in America; but it was not on Dr. Dwigur died at his residence in New Haven his poetry that his claims to the respect of manon the eleventh of January, 1817, in the sixty-fifth kind were based. As an instructor probably he was year of his age. The following catalogue of his never surpassed in this country, and as a theoloworks is probably complete : “ America,” a poem in gian he had few if any equals. An eloquent the style of Pope's “Windsor Forest," 1772; « The preacher

, with a handsome person, an expressive | History, Eloquence and Poetry of the Bible,” 1772; countenance, polished and affable manners, brilliant “The Conquest of Canaan," a poem, 1785; “ An conversational abilities, and vast stores of learning, Election Sermon," 1791; «The Genuineness and it was almost impossible that he should fail of success Authenticity of the New Testament,” 1793; «Green- in any effort, and least of all in the administration of field Hill," a poem, 1794; “ The Triumph of Infi the important office which he so long and so honourdelity," a satire, and two « Discourses on the Nature ably filled. The best account of his life and characand Danger of Infidel Philosophy,” 1797; “ The ter which has appeared is that by Dr. SPRAGTE.


Soft-hovering round the fire in mystic play,
They snuff’d the incense waved in clouds afar,
Then silent floated toward the setting day;
Eve redden'd each fine form, each misty car,
And through them faintly gleam'd, at times, the

western star.

THERE too, with awful rites, the hoary priest,
Without, beside the moss-grown altar stood,
(His sable form in magic cincture dress'd,)
And heap'd the mingled offering to his god.
What time with golden light calm evening glow'd,
The mystic dust, the flower of silver bloom
And spicy herb, his hand in order strew'd;
Bright rose the curling flanne, and rich perfume
On smoky wings upflew or settled round the tomb.
Then o'er the circus danced the maddening throng
As erst the Thyas roam'd dread Nysa round,
And struck to forest notes the ecstatic song,
While slow beneath them heaved the wavy ground.
With a low, lingering groan of dying sound,
The woodland rumbled; murmur'd deep each

Shrill sung the leaves; the ether sigh'd profound;
Pale tufts of purple topp'd the silver flame,
And many-colour'd forms on evening breezes came:
Thin, twilight forms, attired in changing sheen
Of plumes, high-tinctured in the western ray-
Bending, they peep'd the fleecy folds between,
Their wings light-rustling in the breath of May;

Then—so tradition sings—the train behind,
In plumy zones of rainbow beauty dress'd,
Rode the Great Spirit, in the obedient wind,
In yellow clouds slow-sailing from the west.
With dawning smiles the god his votaries blest,
And taught where deer retired to ivy dell;
What chosen chief with proud command t’invest;
Where crept the approaching foe, with purpose fell,
And where to wind the scout, and war's dark storm


There, on her lover's tomb in silence laid, (beam,
While still and sorrowing shower'd the moon's pale
At times expectant, slept the widow'd maid,
Her soul far-wandering on the sylph-wing'd dream.
Wafted from evening skies on sunny stream,
Her darling youth with silver pinions shone;
With voice of music, tuned to sweetest theme,
He told of shell-bright bowers beyond the sun,
Where years of endless joy o'er Indian lovers run.

Where late resounded the wild woodland roar Now heaves the palace, now the temple smiles; Where frown'd the rude rock and the desert shore Now Pleasure sports, and Business want beguiles, And Commerce wings her flight to thousand isles; Culture walks forth, gay laugh the loaded fields, And jocund Labour plays bis harmless wiles; Glad Science brightens, Art her mansion builds, And Peace uplifts her wand, and HEAVEN his bless

ing yields.


ENGLAND AND AMERICA." Soox fleets the sunbright form, by man adored !Soon fell the head of gold to Time a prey, The arms, the trunk, his cankering tooth devour'd, And whirlwinds blew the iron dust away. Where dwelt imperial Timur, far astray Some lonely-musing pilgrim now inquires ; And, rack'd by storms and hastening to decay, Mohammed's mosque foresces its final fires, And Rome's more lordly temple day by day expires. As o'er proud Asian realms the traveller winds, His manly spirit, hush'd by terror, falls When some forgotten town's lost site he finds ; Where ruin wild his pondering eye appals, Where silence swims along the moulder'd walls, And broods upon departed Grandeur's tomb, Through the lone, hollow aisles, sad Echo calls At each slow step; deep sighs the breathing gloom, And weeping fields around bewail their empress'

doom. Where o'er a hundred realms the throne uprose The screech-owl nests, the panther builds his home; Sleep the dull newts, the lazy adders doze Where romp and luxury danced the golden room; Low lies in dust the sky-resembled dome, Tall grass around the broken column waves, And brambles climb and lonely thistles bloom; The moulder'd arch the weedy streamlet laves, And low resound, beneath, unnumber'd sunken

graves. In thee, 0 Albion! queen of nations, live [known; Whatever splendours earth's wide realms have In thee proud Persia sees her pomp revive, And Greece her arts, and Rome her lordly throne; By every wind thy Tyrian fleets are blown; Supreme, on Fame's dread roll, thy heroes stand; All ocean's realms thy naval sceptre own; Of bards, of sages, how august thy band! And one rich Eden bloons around thy garden'd land. But, О how vast thy crimes! Through Heaven's

great year, When few centurial suns have traced their way; When Southern Europe, worn by feuds severe, Weak, doting, fallen, has bow'd to Russian sway, And setting Glory beam'd her farewell ray, To wastes, perchance, thy brilliant fields shall turn; In dust thy temples, towers, and towns decay; The forest howl where London turrets burn, And all thy garlands deck thy sad funereal urn. Some land, scarce glimmering in the light of fame, Scepter'd with arts and arms, (if I divine,) Some unknown wild, some shore without a name, In all thy pomp shall then majestic shine. As silver-headed Time's slow years decline, Not ruins only meet the inquiring eye; Where round yon mouldering oak vain brambles The filial stem, already towering high, [twine, Ere long shad stretch his arms, and nod in yonder


YE Muses! dames of dignified renown, Revered alike in country and in town, Your bard the mysteries of a visit show; (For sure your ladyships those mysteries know:) What is it, then, obliging sisters ! say, The debt of social visiting to pay?

"Tis not to toil before the idol pier; To shine the first in fashion's lunar sphere; By sad engagements forced abroad to roam, And dread to find the expecting fair at home! To stop at thirty doors in half a day, Drop the gilt card, and proudly roll away; To alight, and yield the hand with nice parade ; Up stairs to rustle in the stiff brocade; Swim through the drawing-room with studied air, Catch the pink'd beau, and shade the rival fair; To sit, to curb, to toss with bridled mien, Mince the scant speech, and lose a glance between; Unfurl the fan, display the snowy arm, And ope, with each new motion, some new charm: Or sit in silent solitude, to spy Each little failing with malignant eye; Or chatter with incessancy of tongue, Careless if kind or cruel, right or wrong; To trill of us and ours, of mine and me, Our house, our coach, our friends, our family, While all the excluded circle sit in pain, And glance their cool contempt or keen disdain : To inhale from proud Nanking a sip of tea, And wave a courtesy trim and flirt away : Or waste at cards peace, temper, health, and life, Begin with sullenness, and end in strife; Lose the rich feast by friendly converse given, And backward turn from happiness and heaven.

It is in decent habit, plain and neat, To spend a few choice hours in converse sweet, Careless of forms, to act the unstudied part, To mix in friendship, and to blend the heart; To choose those happy themes which all must feel, The moral duties and the household weal, The tale of sympathy, the kind design, Where rich affections soften and refine, To amuse, to be amused, to bless, be bless'd, And tune to harmony the common breast; To cheer with mild good-humour's sprightly ray, And smooth life's passage o'er its thorny way; To circle round the hospitable board, And taste each good our generous climes afford; To court a quick return with accents kind, And leave, at parting, some regret behind.

• The extract above and the one which precedes it are from the canto on the destruction of the Pequod Indians, in “Greenfield Hill."

* From “Greenfield Hill."

And point their course to realms of promised life.

His too the esteem of those who weekly hear
His words of truth divine; unnumber'd acts

Of real love attesting to his eye
Au! knew he but his happiness, of ment Their filial tenderness. Where'er he walks,
Not the least happy he, who, free from broils The friendly welcome and inviting smile
And base ambition, vain and bustling pomp, Wait on his steps, and breathe a kindred joy.
Amid a friendly cure, and competence,

Oft too in friendliest association join'd,
Tastes the pure pleasures of parochial life. He greets his brethren, with a flowing heart,
What though no crowd of clients, at his gate, Flowing with virtue; all rejoiced to meet,
To falsehood and injustice bribe his tongue, And all reluctant parting; every aim,
And flatter into guilt?—what though no bright Benevolent, aiding with purpose kind;
And gilded prospects lure ambition on

While, season'd with unblemish'd cheerfulness, To legislative pride, or chair of state ?

Far distant from the tainted mirth of vice, What though no golden dreams entice his mind Their hearts disclose each contemplation sweet To burrow, with the mole, in dirt and mire ? Of things divine; and blend in friendship pure, What though no splendid villa, Eden'd round Friendship sublimed by piety and love. With gardens of enchantment, walks of state, All virtue's friends are his: the good, the just, And all the grandeur of superfluous wealth, The pious, to his house their visits pay, Invite the passenger to stay his steed,

And converse high hold of the true, the fair,
And ask the liveried foot-boy,“ Who dwells here?" The wonderful, the moral, the divine:
What though no swarms, around his sumptuous Of saints and prophets, patterns bright of truth,

Lent to a world of sin, to teach mankind
Of soothing flatterers, humming in the shine How virtue in that world can live and shine ;
Of opulence, and honey from its flowers

Of learning's varied realms; of Nature's works; Devouring, till their time arrives to sting,

And that bless'd book which gilus man's darksome Inflate his mind; his virtues round the year

way Repeating, and his faults, with microscope With light from heaven; of bless'd Messiah's throne Inverted, lessen, till they steal from sight ?— And kingdom; prophecies divine fulfill'd, Yet from the dire temptations these present And prophecies more glorious yet to come His state is free; temptations, few can stem; In renovated days; of that bright world, Temptations, by whose sweeping torrent hursd And all the happy trains which that bright world Down the dire steep of guilt, unceasing fall Inhabit, whither virtue's sons are gone: Sad victims, thousands of the brightest minds While God the whole inspires, adorns, exalts; That time's dark reign adorn; minds, to whose grasp The source, the end, the substance, and the soul. Heaven seems most freely offer'd; to man's eye, This too the task, the bless'd, the useful task, Most hopeful candidates for angels' joys.

To invigour order, justice, law, and rule ; His lot, that wealth, and power, and pride forbids, Peace to extend, and bid contention cease; Forbids him to become the tool of fraud,

To teach the words of life; to lead mankind Injustice, misery, ruin ; saves his soul

Back from the wild of guilt and brink of wo
From all the needless labours, griefs, and cares, To virtue's house and family; faith, hope,
That avarice and ambition agonize;

And joy to inspire; to warm the soul
From those cold nerves of wealth, that, palsied, feel With love to God and man; to cheer the sad,
No anguish, but its own; and ceaseless lead To fix the doubting, rouse the languid heart;
To thousand meannesses, as gain allures.

The wandering to restore; to spread with down
Though oft compellid to meet the gross attack The thorny bed of death ; console the poor,
Of shameless ridicule and towering pride, Departing mind, and aid its lingering wing.
Sufficient good is his; good, real, pure,

To him her choicest pages Truth expands,
With guilt unmingled. Rarely forced from home, Unceasing, where the soul-entrancing scenes
Around his board his wife and children smile; Poetic fiction boasts are real all :
Communion sweetest, nature here can give, Where beauty, novelty, and grandeur wear
Each fond endearment, office of delight,

Superior charms, and moral worlds unfold
With love and duty blending. Such the joy Sublimities transporting and divine.
My bosom oft has known. His, too, the task Not all the scenes Philosophy can boast,
To ear the infant plants that bud around; Though them with nobler truthshe ceaseless blends,
To ope their little minds to truth's pure light; Compare with these. They, as they found the mind,
To take them by the hand, and lead them on Still leave it; more inform'd, but not more wise.
In that straight, narrow road where virtue walks; These wiser, nobler, better, make the man.
To guard them from a vain, deceiving world,

Thus every happy mean of solid good

His life, his studies, and profession yield. * From “Greenfield Hill."

With motives hourly new, each rolling day #Ah! knew he but his happiness, of men

Allures, through wisdom's path and truth's fair field, The happiest he, &c.


His feet to yonder skies. Before him heaven o fortunatos nimium, sua si bona norint,

Shines bright, the scope sublime of all his prayers, Agricolas!

VIRGIL, Georg. 2.

The meed of every sorrow, pain, and toil.

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