Chapter 9

[11]Alluding to Wayne’s early occupation.

[11]

Alluding to Wayne’s early occupation.

[12]It was a favorite idea with the Tories that the Whig party “embraced none of the temperate and respectable portion of the community.”

[12]

It was a favorite idea with the Tories that the Whig party “embraced none of the temperate and respectable portion of the community.”

PART II.Near his meridian pomp, the sunHad journey’d from the horizon,When fierce the dusky tribe moved on,Of heroes drunk as pison.The sounds confus’d of boasting oaths,Re-echoed through the wood,Some vow’d to sleep in dead men’s clothes,And some to swim in blood.At Irving’s nod ’twas fine to see,The left prepare to fight,The while the drovers, Wayne and Lee,Drew off upon the right.Which Irving ’twas, fame don’t relate,Nor can the muse assist her,Whether ’twas he that cocks a hat,Or he that gives a clyster.For greatly one was signalized,That fought at Chesnut Hill,And Canada immortalizedThe vender of the pill.Yet the attendance upon Proctor,They both might have to boast of;For there was business for the doctor,And hats to be disposed of.Let none uncandidly infer,That Stirling wanted spunk,The self-made peer had sure been there,But that the peer was drunk.But turn we to the Hudson’s banks,Where stood the modest train,With purpose firm, though slender ranks,Nor cared a pin for Wayne.For them the unrelenting handOf rebel fury drove,And tore from every genial band,Of friendship and of love.And some within a dungeon’s gloom,By mock tribunals laid,Had waited long a cruel doom,Impending o’er each head.Here one bewails a brother’s fate,There one a sire demands,Cut off, alas! before their date,By ignominious hands.And silver’d grandsires here appearedIn deep distress serene,Of reverent manners that declared,The better days they’d seen.Oh, curs’d rebellion, these are thine,Thine are these tales of wo,Shall at thy dire insatiate shrineBlood never cease to flow?And now the foe began to leadHis forces to the attack;Balls whistling unto balls succeed,And make the Block-House crack.No shot could pass, if you will takeThe General’s word for true;But ’tis a d——ble mistake,For every shot went through.The firmer as the rebels press’d,The loyal heroes stand;Virtue had nerved each honest breast,And industry each hand.“In[13]valor’s phrenzy, Hamilton,Rode like a soldier big,And secretary Harrison,With pen stuck in his wig.”“But least their chieftain, Washington,Should mourn them in the mumps,[14]The fate of Withrington to shun,They fought behind the stumps.”But ah, Thadæus Posset, whyShould thy poor soul elope?And why should Titus Hooper die,Aye, die—without a rope?Apostate Murphy, thou to whomFair Shela ne’er was cruel,In death shall hear hermourn thy doom,“Och! would you die, my jewel?”Thee, Nathan Pumpkin, I lament,Of melancholy fate,The grey goose stolen as he went,In his heart’s blood was wet.Now as the fight was further fought,And balls began to thicken,The fray assum’d, the generals thought,The color of a lickin’.Yet undismay’d the chiefs command,And to redeem the day,Cry,Soldiers, charge!they hear, they stand,They turn and run away.

PART II.

Near his meridian pomp, the sunHad journey’d from the horizon,When fierce the dusky tribe moved on,Of heroes drunk as pison.

Near his meridian pomp, the sun

Had journey’d from the horizon,

When fierce the dusky tribe moved on,

Of heroes drunk as pison.

The sounds confus’d of boasting oaths,Re-echoed through the wood,Some vow’d to sleep in dead men’s clothes,And some to swim in blood.

The sounds confus’d of boasting oaths,

Re-echoed through the wood,

Some vow’d to sleep in dead men’s clothes,

And some to swim in blood.

At Irving’s nod ’twas fine to see,The left prepare to fight,The while the drovers, Wayne and Lee,Drew off upon the right.

At Irving’s nod ’twas fine to see,

The left prepare to fight,

The while the drovers, Wayne and Lee,

Drew off upon the right.

Which Irving ’twas, fame don’t relate,Nor can the muse assist her,Whether ’twas he that cocks a hat,Or he that gives a clyster.

Which Irving ’twas, fame don’t relate,

Nor can the muse assist her,

Whether ’twas he that cocks a hat,

Or he that gives a clyster.

For greatly one was signalized,That fought at Chesnut Hill,And Canada immortalizedThe vender of the pill.

For greatly one was signalized,

That fought at Chesnut Hill,

And Canada immortalized

The vender of the pill.

Yet the attendance upon Proctor,They both might have to boast of;For there was business for the doctor,And hats to be disposed of.

Yet the attendance upon Proctor,

They both might have to boast of;

For there was business for the doctor,

And hats to be disposed of.

Let none uncandidly infer,That Stirling wanted spunk,The self-made peer had sure been there,But that the peer was drunk.

Let none uncandidly infer,

That Stirling wanted spunk,

The self-made peer had sure been there,

But that the peer was drunk.

But turn we to the Hudson’s banks,Where stood the modest train,With purpose firm, though slender ranks,Nor cared a pin for Wayne.

But turn we to the Hudson’s banks,

Where stood the modest train,

With purpose firm, though slender ranks,

Nor cared a pin for Wayne.

For them the unrelenting handOf rebel fury drove,And tore from every genial band,Of friendship and of love.

For them the unrelenting hand

Of rebel fury drove,

And tore from every genial band,

Of friendship and of love.

And some within a dungeon’s gloom,By mock tribunals laid,Had waited long a cruel doom,Impending o’er each head.

And some within a dungeon’s gloom,

By mock tribunals laid,

Had waited long a cruel doom,

Impending o’er each head.

Here one bewails a brother’s fate,There one a sire demands,Cut off, alas! before their date,By ignominious hands.

Here one bewails a brother’s fate,

There one a sire demands,

Cut off, alas! before their date,

By ignominious hands.

And silver’d grandsires here appearedIn deep distress serene,Of reverent manners that declared,The better days they’d seen.

And silver’d grandsires here appeared

In deep distress serene,

Of reverent manners that declared,

The better days they’d seen.

Oh, curs’d rebellion, these are thine,Thine are these tales of wo,Shall at thy dire insatiate shrineBlood never cease to flow?

Oh, curs’d rebellion, these are thine,

Thine are these tales of wo,

Shall at thy dire insatiate shrine

Blood never cease to flow?

And now the foe began to leadHis forces to the attack;Balls whistling unto balls succeed,And make the Block-House crack.

And now the foe began to lead

His forces to the attack;

Balls whistling unto balls succeed,

And make the Block-House crack.

No shot could pass, if you will takeThe General’s word for true;But ’tis a d——ble mistake,For every shot went through.

No shot could pass, if you will take

The General’s word for true;

But ’tis a d——ble mistake,

For every shot went through.

The firmer as the rebels press’d,The loyal heroes stand;Virtue had nerved each honest breast,And industry each hand.

The firmer as the rebels press’d,

The loyal heroes stand;

Virtue had nerved each honest breast,

And industry each hand.

“In[13]valor’s phrenzy, Hamilton,Rode like a soldier big,And secretary Harrison,With pen stuck in his wig.”

“In[13]valor’s phrenzy, Hamilton,

Rode like a soldier big,

And secretary Harrison,

With pen stuck in his wig.”

“But least their chieftain, Washington,Should mourn them in the mumps,[14]The fate of Withrington to shun,They fought behind the stumps.”

“But least their chieftain, Washington,

Should mourn them in the mumps,[14]

The fate of Withrington to shun,

They fought behind the stumps.”

But ah, Thadæus Posset, whyShould thy poor soul elope?And why should Titus Hooper die,Aye, die—without a rope?

But ah, Thadæus Posset, why

Should thy poor soul elope?

And why should Titus Hooper die,

Aye, die—without a rope?

Apostate Murphy, thou to whomFair Shela ne’er was cruel,In death shall hear hermourn thy doom,“Och! would you die, my jewel?”

Apostate Murphy, thou to whom

Fair Shela ne’er was cruel,

In death shall hear hermourn thy doom,

“Och! would you die, my jewel?”

Thee, Nathan Pumpkin, I lament,Of melancholy fate,The grey goose stolen as he went,In his heart’s blood was wet.

Thee, Nathan Pumpkin, I lament,

Of melancholy fate,

The grey goose stolen as he went,

In his heart’s blood was wet.

Now as the fight was further fought,And balls began to thicken,The fray assum’d, the generals thought,The color of a lickin’.

Now as the fight was further fought,

And balls began to thicken,

The fray assum’d, the generals thought,

The color of a lickin’.

Yet undismay’d the chiefs command,And to redeem the day,Cry,Soldiers, charge!they hear, they stand,They turn and run away.

Yet undismay’d the chiefs command,

And to redeem the day,

Cry,Soldiers, charge!they hear, they stand,

They turn and run away.

[13]Vide Lee’s Trial.

[13]

Vide Lee’s Trial.

[14]A disorder prevalent in the rebel lines.

[14]

A disorder prevalent in the rebel lines.

PART III.Not all delights the bloody spear,Or horrid din of battle,There are, I’m sure, who’d like to hearA word about the cattle.The chief whom we beheld of late,Near Schralenberg haranguing,At Yan Van Poop’s unconscious satOf Irving’s hearty banging;Whilst valiant Lee, with courage wild,Most bravely did opposeThe tears of woman and of child,Who begg’d he’d leave the cows.But Wayne, of sympathizing heart,Required a relief,Not all the blessings could impartOf battle or of beef.For now a prey to female charms,His soul took more delight inA lovely hamadryad’s arms,Than cow driving or fighting.A nymph, the refugees had droveFar from her native tree,Just happen’d to be on the move,When up come Wayne and Lee.She in mad Anthony’s fierce eyeThe hero saw portray’d,And all in tears she took him by——The bridle of his jade.“Hear,” said the nymph, “O great commander!No human lamentations;The trees you see them cutting yonder,Are all my near relations.“And I, forlorn! implore thine aid,To free the sacred grove;So shall thy prowess be repaidWith an immortal’s love.”Now some, to prove she was a goddess;Said this enchanting fairHad late retired from thebodies,[15]In all the pomp of war;That drums and merry fifes had play’dTo honor her retreat,And Cunningham himself convey’dThe lady through the street.Great Wayne, by soft compassion sway’d,To no inquiry stoops.But takes the fair afflicted maidRightinto Yan Van Poop’s.So Roman Anthony, they say,Disgraced the imperial banner,And for a gypsy lost a day,Like Anthony the tanner.The hamadryad had but halfReceived address from Wayne,When drums and colors, cow and calf,Came down the road amain.All in a cloud of dust were seen,The sheep, the horse, the goat,The gentle heifer, ass obscene,The yearling and the shoat.And pack-horses with fowls came by,Befeathered on each side,Like Pegasus, the horse that IAnd other poets ride.Sublime upon his stirrups roseThe mighty Lee behind,And drove the terror-smitten cowsLike chaff before the wind.But sudden see the woods abovePour down another corps,All helter skelter in a drove,Like that I sung before.Irving and terror in the van,Came flying all abroad,And canon, colors, horse and manRan tumbling to the road.Still as he fled, ’twas Irving’s cry,And his example too,“Run on, my merry men—For why?[16]The shot will not go thro’.”As when two kennels in the street,Swell’d with a recent rain,In gushing streams together meet,And seek the neighboring drain,So met these dung-born tribes in one,As swift in their career,And so to Newbridge they ran on⁠—But all the cows got clear.Poor parson Caldwell, all in wonder,Saw the returning train,And mourn’d to Wayne the lack of plunder,For them to steal again.For ’twas his right to steal the spoil, andTo share with each commander,As he had done at Staten-IslandWith frost-bit Alexander.In his dismay the frantic priestBegan to grow prophetic,You’d swore, to see his laboring breast,He’d taken an emetic.“I view a future day,” said he;“Brighter than this day dark is,And you shall see what you shall see,Ha! ha! my pretty Marquis!“And he shall come to Paules-Hook,And great achievements think on,And make a bow and take a look,Like Satan over Lincoln.“And every one around shall gloryTo see the Frenchman caper,And pretty Susan tell the story,In the next Chatham paper.”This solemn prophecy, of course,Gave all much consolation,Except to Wayne, who lost his horseUpon that great occasion.His horse that carried all his prog,His military speeches,His cornstock whiskey for his grog,Blue stockings and brown breeches.And now I’ve closed my epic strain,I tremble as I show it,Lest this same warrior-drover, Wayne,Should ever catch the poet.

PART III.

Not all delights the bloody spear,Or horrid din of battle,There are, I’m sure, who’d like to hearA word about the cattle.

Not all delights the bloody spear,

Or horrid din of battle,

There are, I’m sure, who’d like to hear

A word about the cattle.

The chief whom we beheld of late,Near Schralenberg haranguing,At Yan Van Poop’s unconscious satOf Irving’s hearty banging;

The chief whom we beheld of late,

Near Schralenberg haranguing,

At Yan Van Poop’s unconscious sat

Of Irving’s hearty banging;

Whilst valiant Lee, with courage wild,Most bravely did opposeThe tears of woman and of child,Who begg’d he’d leave the cows.

Whilst valiant Lee, with courage wild,

Most bravely did oppose

The tears of woman and of child,

Who begg’d he’d leave the cows.

But Wayne, of sympathizing heart,Required a relief,Not all the blessings could impartOf battle or of beef.

But Wayne, of sympathizing heart,

Required a relief,

Not all the blessings could impart

Of battle or of beef.

For now a prey to female charms,His soul took more delight inA lovely hamadryad’s arms,Than cow driving or fighting.

For now a prey to female charms,

His soul took more delight in

A lovely hamadryad’s arms,

Than cow driving or fighting.

A nymph, the refugees had droveFar from her native tree,Just happen’d to be on the move,When up come Wayne and Lee.

A nymph, the refugees had drove

Far from her native tree,

Just happen’d to be on the move,

When up come Wayne and Lee.

She in mad Anthony’s fierce eyeThe hero saw portray’d,And all in tears she took him by——The bridle of his jade.

She in mad Anthony’s fierce eye

The hero saw portray’d,

And all in tears she took him by

——The bridle of his jade.

“Hear,” said the nymph, “O great commander!No human lamentations;The trees you see them cutting yonder,Are all my near relations.

“Hear,” said the nymph, “O great commander!

No human lamentations;

The trees you see them cutting yonder,

Are all my near relations.

“And I, forlorn! implore thine aid,To free the sacred grove;So shall thy prowess be repaidWith an immortal’s love.”

“And I, forlorn! implore thine aid,

To free the sacred grove;

So shall thy prowess be repaid

With an immortal’s love.”

Now some, to prove she was a goddess;Said this enchanting fairHad late retired from thebodies,[15]In all the pomp of war;

Now some, to prove she was a goddess;

Said this enchanting fair

Had late retired from thebodies,[15]

In all the pomp of war;

That drums and merry fifes had play’dTo honor her retreat,And Cunningham himself convey’dThe lady through the street.

That drums and merry fifes had play’d

To honor her retreat,

And Cunningham himself convey’d

The lady through the street.

Great Wayne, by soft compassion sway’d,To no inquiry stoops.But takes the fair afflicted maidRightinto Yan Van Poop’s.

Great Wayne, by soft compassion sway’d,

To no inquiry stoops.

But takes the fair afflicted maid

Rightinto Yan Van Poop’s.

So Roman Anthony, they say,Disgraced the imperial banner,And for a gypsy lost a day,Like Anthony the tanner.

So Roman Anthony, they say,

Disgraced the imperial banner,

And for a gypsy lost a day,

Like Anthony the tanner.

The hamadryad had but halfReceived address from Wayne,When drums and colors, cow and calf,Came down the road amain.

The hamadryad had but half

Received address from Wayne,

When drums and colors, cow and calf,

Came down the road amain.

All in a cloud of dust were seen,The sheep, the horse, the goat,The gentle heifer, ass obscene,The yearling and the shoat.

All in a cloud of dust were seen,

The sheep, the horse, the goat,

The gentle heifer, ass obscene,

The yearling and the shoat.

And pack-horses with fowls came by,Befeathered on each side,Like Pegasus, the horse that IAnd other poets ride.

And pack-horses with fowls came by,

Befeathered on each side,

Like Pegasus, the horse that I

And other poets ride.

Sublime upon his stirrups roseThe mighty Lee behind,And drove the terror-smitten cowsLike chaff before the wind.

Sublime upon his stirrups rose

The mighty Lee behind,

And drove the terror-smitten cows

Like chaff before the wind.

But sudden see the woods abovePour down another corps,All helter skelter in a drove,Like that I sung before.

But sudden see the woods above

Pour down another corps,

All helter skelter in a drove,

Like that I sung before.

Irving and terror in the van,Came flying all abroad,And canon, colors, horse and manRan tumbling to the road.

Irving and terror in the van,

Came flying all abroad,

And canon, colors, horse and man

Ran tumbling to the road.

Still as he fled, ’twas Irving’s cry,And his example too,“Run on, my merry men—For why?[16]The shot will not go thro’.”

Still as he fled, ’twas Irving’s cry,

And his example too,

“Run on, my merry men—For why?

[16]The shot will not go thro’.”

As when two kennels in the street,Swell’d with a recent rain,In gushing streams together meet,And seek the neighboring drain,

As when two kennels in the street,

Swell’d with a recent rain,

In gushing streams together meet,

And seek the neighboring drain,

So met these dung-born tribes in one,As swift in their career,And so to Newbridge they ran on⁠—But all the cows got clear.

So met these dung-born tribes in one,

As swift in their career,

And so to Newbridge they ran on⁠—

But all the cows got clear.

Poor parson Caldwell, all in wonder,Saw the returning train,And mourn’d to Wayne the lack of plunder,For them to steal again.

Poor parson Caldwell, all in wonder,

Saw the returning train,

And mourn’d to Wayne the lack of plunder,

For them to steal again.

For ’twas his right to steal the spoil, andTo share with each commander,As he had done at Staten-IslandWith frost-bit Alexander.

For ’twas his right to steal the spoil, and

To share with each commander,

As he had done at Staten-Island

With frost-bit Alexander.

In his dismay the frantic priestBegan to grow prophetic,You’d swore, to see his laboring breast,He’d taken an emetic.

In his dismay the frantic priest

Began to grow prophetic,

You’d swore, to see his laboring breast,

He’d taken an emetic.

“I view a future day,” said he;“Brighter than this day dark is,And you shall see what you shall see,Ha! ha! my pretty Marquis!

“I view a future day,” said he;

“Brighter than this day dark is,

And you shall see what you shall see,

Ha! ha! my pretty Marquis!

“And he shall come to Paules-Hook,And great achievements think on,And make a bow and take a look,Like Satan over Lincoln.

“And he shall come to Paules-Hook,

And great achievements think on,

And make a bow and take a look,

Like Satan over Lincoln.

“And every one around shall gloryTo see the Frenchman caper,And pretty Susan tell the story,In the next Chatham paper.”

“And every one around shall glory

To see the Frenchman caper,

And pretty Susan tell the story,

In the next Chatham paper.”

This solemn prophecy, of course,Gave all much consolation,Except to Wayne, who lost his horseUpon that great occasion.

This solemn prophecy, of course,

Gave all much consolation,

Except to Wayne, who lost his horse

Upon that great occasion.

His horse that carried all his prog,His military speeches,His cornstock whiskey for his grog,Blue stockings and brown breeches.

His horse that carried all his prog,

His military speeches,

His cornstock whiskey for his grog,

Blue stockings and brown breeches.

And now I’ve closed my epic strain,I tremble as I show it,Lest this same warrior-drover, Wayne,Should ever catch the poet.

And now I’ve closed my epic strain,

I tremble as I show it,

Lest this same warrior-drover, Wayne,

Should ever catch the poet.

[15]A cant appellation given amongst the soldiery to the corps that had the honor to guard his Majesty’s person.

[15]

A cant appellation given amongst the soldiery to the corps that had the honor to guard his Majesty’s person.

[16]Five refugees (’tis true) were found stiff on the block-house floor, But then, ’tis thought, the shot went round, and in at the back door.

[16]

Five refugees (’tis true) were found stiff on the block-house floor, But then, ’tis thought, the shot went round, and in at the back door.

From a large collection of naval ballads, we select the following, as one of the most curious of its class, and because, like several others in this collection, it has never before been printed. It was written by the surgeon of the “Fair American,” and was familiar to the Massachusetts privateersmen during the last years of the Revolution. The “noble captain,” we believe, was an ancestor of the inimitable author,Nathaniel Hawthorne, of Salem.

BOLD HAWTHORNE.The twenty-second of August, before the close of day,All hands on board our privateer, we got her under weigh;We kept the Eastern Shore along, for forty leagues or more,Then our departure took for sea, from the Isle Mauhegan shore.Bold Hawthorne was commander, a man of real worth,Old England’s cruel tyranny induced him to go forth;She, with relentless fury, was plundering all our coast,And thought, because her strength was great, our glorious cause was lost.Yet boast not, haughty Britons, of power and dignity,Of all your conq’ring armies, your matchless strength at sea;Since taught by numerous instances, Americans can fight,With valor can equip their stand, your armies put to flight.Now farewell fair America, farewell our friends and wives,We trust in Heaven’s peculiar care for to protect their lives,To prosper our intended cruise, upon the raging main,And to preserve our dearest friends till we return again.The wind it being leading, it bore us on our way,As far unto the southward as the Gulf of Florida,Where we observed a British ship, returning from the main;We gave her two bow chasers, and she return’d the same.We hauled up our courses, and so prepared for fight;The contest held four glasses, until the dusk of night;Then having sprung our mainmast, and had so large a sea,We dropped astern and left our chase till the returning day.Next morn we fished our mainmast, the ship still being nigh,All hands made for engaging, our luck once more to try;But wind and sea being boist’rous our cannon would not bear,We thought it quite imprudent, and so we left her there.We cruised to the eastward, near the coast of Portingale;In longitude of twenty-seven, we saw a lofty sail;We gave her chase and soon we saw she was a British scow,Standing for fair America, with troops for General Howe.Our captain did inspect her, with glasses, and he said⁠—“My boys, she means to fight us, but be you not afraid;All hands now beat to quarters, see everything is clear,We’ll give her a broadside, my boys, as soon as she comes near.”She was prepared with nettings, and had her men secured,She bore directly for us, and put us close on board;When cannon roar’d like thunder, and muskets fired amain,But soon we were alongside and grappled to her chain.And now the scene it alter’d, the cannon ceased to roar,We fought with swords and boarding-pikes one glass or something more,Till British pride and glory no longer dared to stay,But cut the Yankee grapplings, and quickly bore away.Our case was not so desperate as plainly might appear;Yet sudden death did enter on board our privateer.Mahoney, Crew, and Clemmons, the valiant and the brave,Fell glorious in the contest, and met a watery grave.Ten other men were wounded among our warlike crew,With them our noble captain,[17]to whom all praise is due;To him and all our officers, let’s give a hearty cheer;Success to fair America and our good privateer!

BOLD HAWTHORNE.

The twenty-second of August, before the close of day,All hands on board our privateer, we got her under weigh;We kept the Eastern Shore along, for forty leagues or more,Then our departure took for sea, from the Isle Mauhegan shore.

The twenty-second of August, before the close of day,

All hands on board our privateer, we got her under weigh;

We kept the Eastern Shore along, for forty leagues or more,

Then our departure took for sea, from the Isle Mauhegan shore.

Bold Hawthorne was commander, a man of real worth,Old England’s cruel tyranny induced him to go forth;She, with relentless fury, was plundering all our coast,And thought, because her strength was great, our glorious cause was lost.

Bold Hawthorne was commander, a man of real worth,

Old England’s cruel tyranny induced him to go forth;

She, with relentless fury, was plundering all our coast,

And thought, because her strength was great, our glorious cause was lost.

Yet boast not, haughty Britons, of power and dignity,Of all your conq’ring armies, your matchless strength at sea;Since taught by numerous instances, Americans can fight,With valor can equip their stand, your armies put to flight.

Yet boast not, haughty Britons, of power and dignity,

Of all your conq’ring armies, your matchless strength at sea;

Since taught by numerous instances, Americans can fight,

With valor can equip their stand, your armies put to flight.

Now farewell fair America, farewell our friends and wives,We trust in Heaven’s peculiar care for to protect their lives,To prosper our intended cruise, upon the raging main,And to preserve our dearest friends till we return again.

Now farewell fair America, farewell our friends and wives,

We trust in Heaven’s peculiar care for to protect their lives,

To prosper our intended cruise, upon the raging main,

And to preserve our dearest friends till we return again.

The wind it being leading, it bore us on our way,As far unto the southward as the Gulf of Florida,Where we observed a British ship, returning from the main;We gave her two bow chasers, and she return’d the same.

The wind it being leading, it bore us on our way,

As far unto the southward as the Gulf of Florida,

Where we observed a British ship, returning from the main;

We gave her two bow chasers, and she return’d the same.

We hauled up our courses, and so prepared for fight;The contest held four glasses, until the dusk of night;Then having sprung our mainmast, and had so large a sea,We dropped astern and left our chase till the returning day.

We hauled up our courses, and so prepared for fight;

The contest held four glasses, until the dusk of night;

Then having sprung our mainmast, and had so large a sea,

We dropped astern and left our chase till the returning day.

Next morn we fished our mainmast, the ship still being nigh,All hands made for engaging, our luck once more to try;But wind and sea being boist’rous our cannon would not bear,We thought it quite imprudent, and so we left her there.

Next morn we fished our mainmast, the ship still being nigh,

All hands made for engaging, our luck once more to try;

But wind and sea being boist’rous our cannon would not bear,

We thought it quite imprudent, and so we left her there.

We cruised to the eastward, near the coast of Portingale;In longitude of twenty-seven, we saw a lofty sail;We gave her chase and soon we saw she was a British scow,Standing for fair America, with troops for General Howe.

We cruised to the eastward, near the coast of Portingale;

In longitude of twenty-seven, we saw a lofty sail;

We gave her chase and soon we saw she was a British scow,

Standing for fair America, with troops for General Howe.

Our captain did inspect her, with glasses, and he said⁠—“My boys, she means to fight us, but be you not afraid;All hands now beat to quarters, see everything is clear,We’ll give her a broadside, my boys, as soon as she comes near.”

Our captain did inspect her, with glasses, and he said⁠—

“My boys, she means to fight us, but be you not afraid;

All hands now beat to quarters, see everything is clear,

We’ll give her a broadside, my boys, as soon as she comes near.”

She was prepared with nettings, and had her men secured,She bore directly for us, and put us close on board;When cannon roar’d like thunder, and muskets fired amain,But soon we were alongside and grappled to her chain.

She was prepared with nettings, and had her men secured,

She bore directly for us, and put us close on board;

When cannon roar’d like thunder, and muskets fired amain,

But soon we were alongside and grappled to her chain.

And now the scene it alter’d, the cannon ceased to roar,We fought with swords and boarding-pikes one glass or something more,Till British pride and glory no longer dared to stay,But cut the Yankee grapplings, and quickly bore away.

And now the scene it alter’d, the cannon ceased to roar,

We fought with swords and boarding-pikes one glass or something more,

Till British pride and glory no longer dared to stay,

But cut the Yankee grapplings, and quickly bore away.

Our case was not so desperate as plainly might appear;Yet sudden death did enter on board our privateer.Mahoney, Crew, and Clemmons, the valiant and the brave,Fell glorious in the contest, and met a watery grave.

Our case was not so desperate as plainly might appear;

Yet sudden death did enter on board our privateer.

Mahoney, Crew, and Clemmons, the valiant and the brave,

Fell glorious in the contest, and met a watery grave.

Ten other men were wounded among our warlike crew,With them our noble captain,[17]to whom all praise is due;To him and all our officers, let’s give a hearty cheer;Success to fair America and our good privateer!

Ten other men were wounded among our warlike crew,

With them our noble captain,[17]to whom all praise is due;

To him and all our officers, let’s give a hearty cheer;

Success to fair America and our good privateer!

[17]Captain Hawthorne was wounded in the head by a musket ball. His ship was called “The Fair American.”

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Captain Hawthorne was wounded in the head by a musket ball. His ship was called “The Fair American.”

We have extended this article already too far, and will present but one other specimen of our revolutionary lyrics. It is not known who wrote “American Taxation.” In an edition printed in 1811, it is credited toB. Gleason, and on an earlier impression we find the name ofBenjamin Franklin. We do not, however, believe it was written by the doctor, though in addition to the circumstance we have mentioned, LieutenantEllisalludes, in his Life, to “Franklin’s song on the Stamp Act.” It is an undoubtedantique, and, excepting the satirical ballad by MajorAndre, we know of nothing produced at so early a period in this country that is equal to it.

AMERICAN TAXATION.While I relate my story, Americans give ear;Of Britain’s fading glory, you presently shall hear,I’ll give a true relation, attend to what I say,Concerning the taxation of North America.The cruel lords of Britain, who glory in their shame,The project they have hit on they joyfully proclaim;’Tis what they’re striving after, our right to take away,And rob us of our charter, in North America.There are two mighty speakers, who rule in Parliament,Who ever have been seeking some mischief to invent;’Twas North and Bute, his father, the horrid plan did lay,A mighty tax to gather, in North America.They searched the gloomy regions of the infernal pit,To find among their legions one who excell’d in wit,To ask of him assistance, or tell them how they maySubdue without resistance this North America.Old Satan, the arch traitor, who rules the burning lake,Where he’s chief navigator, resolved a voyage to take,For the Britannic ocean he launches far away,To land he had no notion in North America.He takes his seat in Britain, it was his soul’s intent,Great George’s throne to sit on, and rule the Parliament;His comrades were pursuing a diabolic way,For to complete the ruin of North of America.He tried the art of magic to bring his schemes about,At length the gloomy project he artfully found out:The plan was long indulged in a clandestine way,But lately was divulged in North America.These subtle arch-combiners address’d the British court,All three were undersigners of this obscure report⁠—There is a pleasant landscape that lieth far away,Beyond the wide Atlantic, in North America.There is a wealthy people, who sojourn in that land,Their churches all with steeples most delicately stand,Their houses, like the gilly, are painted red and gay;They flourish like the lily, in North America.Their land with milk and honey continually doth flow,The want of food or money they seldom ever know:They heap up golden treasure, they have no debts to pay,They spend their time in pleasure, in North America.On turkeys, fowls, and fishes, most frequently they dine,With gold and silver dishes their tables always shine,They crown their feasts with butter, they eat and rise to play,In silks their ladies flutter, in North America.With gold and silver laces they do themselves adorn,The rubies deck their faces, refulgent as the morn!Wine sparkles in their glasses, they spend each happy dayIn merriment and dances, in North America.Let not our suit affront you, when we address your throne,O king, this wealthy country and subjects are your own,And you, their rightful sovereign, they truly must obey,You have a right to govern this North America.O king, you’ve heard the sequel of what we now subscribe,Is it not just and equal to tax this wealthy tribe?The question being asked, his majesty did say,My subjects shall be taxed in North America.Invested with a warrant, my publicans shall go,The tenth of all their current they surely shall bestow,If they indulge rebellion, or from my precepts stray,I’ll send my war battalion to North America.I’ll rally all my forces by water and by land,My light dragoons and horses shall go at my command,I’ll burn both town and city, with smoke becloud the day,I’ll show no human pity for North America.Go on, my hearty soldiers, you need not fear of ill⁠—There’s Hutchinson and Rogers, their functions will fulfill⁠—They tell such ample stories, believe them sure we may,One half of them are tories in North America.My gallant ships are ready to hoist you o’er the flood,And in my cause be steady, which is supremely good;Go ravage, steal, and plunder, and you shall have the prey;They quickly will knock under in North America.The laws I have enacted, I never will revoke,Although they are neglected, my fury to provoke,I will forbear to flatter, I’ll rule with mighty sway,I’ll take away the charter from North America.O George! you are distracted, you’ll by experience findThe laws you have enacted are of the blackest kind.I’ll make a short digression, and tell you by the way,We fear not your oppression, in North America.Our fathers were distressed, while in their native land;By tyrants were oppressed, as I do understand;For freedom and religion they were resolved to stray,And try the desert regions of North America.Kind Heaven was their protector while on the roaring tide,Kind fortune their director, and Providence their guide;If I am not mistaken, about the first of May,This voyage was undertaken for North America.To sail they were commanded about the hour of noon,At Plymouth shore they landed, the twenty-first of June;The savages were nettled, with fear they fled away,And peaceably they settled on North America.We are their bold descendants, for liberty we’ll fight,The claim to independence we challenge as our right.’Tis what kind Heaven gave us, who can take it away?O Heaven, sure, will save us, in North America.We never will knock under, O George, we do not fearThe rattling of your thunder, nor lightning of your spear:Though rebels you declare us, we’re strangers to dismay;Therefore you cannot scare us, in North America.We have a bold commander, who fears not sword nor gun,The second Alexander, his name is Washington,His men are all collected, and ready for the fray,To fight they are directed for North America.We’ve Greene and Gates and Putnam to manage in the field,A gallant train of footmen, who’d rather die than yield;A stately troop of horsemen, trained in a martial way,For to augment our forces in North America.Proud George, you are engaged all in a dirty cause,A cruel war have waged repugnant to all laws.Go tell the savage nations you’re crueler than they,To fight your own relations in North America.Ten millions you’ve expended, and twice ten millions more;Our riches, you intended, should pay the mighty score.Who now will stand your sponsor, your charges to defray,For sure you cannot conquer this North America.I’ll tell you, George, in metre, if you attend awhile,We forced your bold Sir Peter from Sullivan’s fair isle;At Monmouth too we gained the honors of the day⁠—The victory we obtained for North America.Surely we were your betters, hard by the Brandywine;We laid him fast in fetters, whose name was John Burgoyne,We made your Howe to tremble with terror and dismay,True heroes we resemble, in North America.Confusion to the tories, that black infernal name,In which Great Britain glories, forever to her shame;We’ll send each foul revolter to smutty Africa,Or noose him in a halter, in North America.A health to our brave footmen, who handle sword and gun,To Greene, Gates, and Putnam and conquering Washington;Their names be wrote in letters which never will decay,While sun and moon do glitter in North America.Success unto our allies in Holland, France, and Spain,Who man their ships and galleys, our freedom to maintain,May they subdue the rangers of proud Britannia,And drive them from their anchors in North America.Success unto the Congress of these United States,Who glory in the conquests of Washington and Gates;To all, both laud and seamen, who glory in the day,When we shall all be freemen in North America.Success to legislation, that rules with gentle hand,To trade and navigation, by water and by land;May all with one opinion our wholesome laws obey,Throughout this vast dominion of North America.

AMERICAN TAXATION.

While I relate my story, Americans give ear;Of Britain’s fading glory, you presently shall hear,I’ll give a true relation, attend to what I say,Concerning the taxation of North America.

While I relate my story, Americans give ear;

Of Britain’s fading glory, you presently shall hear,

I’ll give a true relation, attend to what I say,

Concerning the taxation of North America.

The cruel lords of Britain, who glory in their shame,The project they have hit on they joyfully proclaim;’Tis what they’re striving after, our right to take away,And rob us of our charter, in North America.

The cruel lords of Britain, who glory in their shame,

The project they have hit on they joyfully proclaim;

’Tis what they’re striving after, our right to take away,

And rob us of our charter, in North America.

There are two mighty speakers, who rule in Parliament,Who ever have been seeking some mischief to invent;’Twas North and Bute, his father, the horrid plan did lay,A mighty tax to gather, in North America.

There are two mighty speakers, who rule in Parliament,

Who ever have been seeking some mischief to invent;

’Twas North and Bute, his father, the horrid plan did lay,

A mighty tax to gather, in North America.

They searched the gloomy regions of the infernal pit,To find among their legions one who excell’d in wit,To ask of him assistance, or tell them how they maySubdue without resistance this North America.

They searched the gloomy regions of the infernal pit,

To find among their legions one who excell’d in wit,

To ask of him assistance, or tell them how they may

Subdue without resistance this North America.

Old Satan, the arch traitor, who rules the burning lake,Where he’s chief navigator, resolved a voyage to take,For the Britannic ocean he launches far away,To land he had no notion in North America.

Old Satan, the arch traitor, who rules the burning lake,

Where he’s chief navigator, resolved a voyage to take,

For the Britannic ocean he launches far away,

To land he had no notion in North America.

He takes his seat in Britain, it was his soul’s intent,Great George’s throne to sit on, and rule the Parliament;His comrades were pursuing a diabolic way,For to complete the ruin of North of America.

He takes his seat in Britain, it was his soul’s intent,

Great George’s throne to sit on, and rule the Parliament;

His comrades were pursuing a diabolic way,

For to complete the ruin of North of America.

He tried the art of magic to bring his schemes about,At length the gloomy project he artfully found out:The plan was long indulged in a clandestine way,But lately was divulged in North America.

He tried the art of magic to bring his schemes about,

At length the gloomy project he artfully found out:

The plan was long indulged in a clandestine way,

But lately was divulged in North America.

These subtle arch-combiners address’d the British court,All three were undersigners of this obscure report⁠—There is a pleasant landscape that lieth far away,Beyond the wide Atlantic, in North America.

These subtle arch-combiners address’d the British court,

All three were undersigners of this obscure report⁠—

There is a pleasant landscape that lieth far away,

Beyond the wide Atlantic, in North America.

There is a wealthy people, who sojourn in that land,Their churches all with steeples most delicately stand,Their houses, like the gilly, are painted red and gay;They flourish like the lily, in North America.

There is a wealthy people, who sojourn in that land,

Their churches all with steeples most delicately stand,

Their houses, like the gilly, are painted red and gay;

They flourish like the lily, in North America.

Their land with milk and honey continually doth flow,The want of food or money they seldom ever know:They heap up golden treasure, they have no debts to pay,They spend their time in pleasure, in North America.

Their land with milk and honey continually doth flow,

The want of food or money they seldom ever know:

They heap up golden treasure, they have no debts to pay,

They spend their time in pleasure, in North America.

On turkeys, fowls, and fishes, most frequently they dine,With gold and silver dishes their tables always shine,They crown their feasts with butter, they eat and rise to play,In silks their ladies flutter, in North America.

On turkeys, fowls, and fishes, most frequently they dine,

With gold and silver dishes their tables always shine,

They crown their feasts with butter, they eat and rise to play,

In silks their ladies flutter, in North America.

With gold and silver laces they do themselves adorn,The rubies deck their faces, refulgent as the morn!Wine sparkles in their glasses, they spend each happy dayIn merriment and dances, in North America.

With gold and silver laces they do themselves adorn,

The rubies deck their faces, refulgent as the morn!

Wine sparkles in their glasses, they spend each happy day

In merriment and dances, in North America.

Let not our suit affront you, when we address your throne,O king, this wealthy country and subjects are your own,And you, their rightful sovereign, they truly must obey,You have a right to govern this North America.

Let not our suit affront you, when we address your throne,

O king, this wealthy country and subjects are your own,

And you, their rightful sovereign, they truly must obey,

You have a right to govern this North America.

O king, you’ve heard the sequel of what we now subscribe,Is it not just and equal to tax this wealthy tribe?The question being asked, his majesty did say,My subjects shall be taxed in North America.

O king, you’ve heard the sequel of what we now subscribe,

Is it not just and equal to tax this wealthy tribe?

The question being asked, his majesty did say,

My subjects shall be taxed in North America.

Invested with a warrant, my publicans shall go,The tenth of all their current they surely shall bestow,If they indulge rebellion, or from my precepts stray,I’ll send my war battalion to North America.

Invested with a warrant, my publicans shall go,

The tenth of all their current they surely shall bestow,

If they indulge rebellion, or from my precepts stray,

I’ll send my war battalion to North America.

I’ll rally all my forces by water and by land,My light dragoons and horses shall go at my command,I’ll burn both town and city, with smoke becloud the day,I’ll show no human pity for North America.

I’ll rally all my forces by water and by land,

My light dragoons and horses shall go at my command,

I’ll burn both town and city, with smoke becloud the day,

I’ll show no human pity for North America.

Go on, my hearty soldiers, you need not fear of ill⁠—There’s Hutchinson and Rogers, their functions will fulfill⁠—They tell such ample stories, believe them sure we may,One half of them are tories in North America.

Go on, my hearty soldiers, you need not fear of ill⁠—

There’s Hutchinson and Rogers, their functions will fulfill⁠—

They tell such ample stories, believe them sure we may,

One half of them are tories in North America.

My gallant ships are ready to hoist you o’er the flood,And in my cause be steady, which is supremely good;Go ravage, steal, and plunder, and you shall have the prey;They quickly will knock under in North America.

My gallant ships are ready to hoist you o’er the flood,

And in my cause be steady, which is supremely good;

Go ravage, steal, and plunder, and you shall have the prey;

They quickly will knock under in North America.

The laws I have enacted, I never will revoke,Although they are neglected, my fury to provoke,I will forbear to flatter, I’ll rule with mighty sway,I’ll take away the charter from North America.

The laws I have enacted, I never will revoke,

Although they are neglected, my fury to provoke,

I will forbear to flatter, I’ll rule with mighty sway,

I’ll take away the charter from North America.

O George! you are distracted, you’ll by experience findThe laws you have enacted are of the blackest kind.I’ll make a short digression, and tell you by the way,We fear not your oppression, in North America.

O George! you are distracted, you’ll by experience find

The laws you have enacted are of the blackest kind.

I’ll make a short digression, and tell you by the way,

We fear not your oppression, in North America.

Our fathers were distressed, while in their native land;By tyrants were oppressed, as I do understand;For freedom and religion they were resolved to stray,And try the desert regions of North America.

Our fathers were distressed, while in their native land;

By tyrants were oppressed, as I do understand;

For freedom and religion they were resolved to stray,

And try the desert regions of North America.

Kind Heaven was their protector while on the roaring tide,Kind fortune their director, and Providence their guide;If I am not mistaken, about the first of May,This voyage was undertaken for North America.

Kind Heaven was their protector while on the roaring tide,

Kind fortune their director, and Providence their guide;

If I am not mistaken, about the first of May,

This voyage was undertaken for North America.

To sail they were commanded about the hour of noon,At Plymouth shore they landed, the twenty-first of June;The savages were nettled, with fear they fled away,And peaceably they settled on North America.

To sail they were commanded about the hour of noon,

At Plymouth shore they landed, the twenty-first of June;

The savages were nettled, with fear they fled away,

And peaceably they settled on North America.

We are their bold descendants, for liberty we’ll fight,The claim to independence we challenge as our right.’Tis what kind Heaven gave us, who can take it away?O Heaven, sure, will save us, in North America.

We are their bold descendants, for liberty we’ll fight,

The claim to independence we challenge as our right.

’Tis what kind Heaven gave us, who can take it away?

O Heaven, sure, will save us, in North America.

We never will knock under, O George, we do not fearThe rattling of your thunder, nor lightning of your spear:Though rebels you declare us, we’re strangers to dismay;Therefore you cannot scare us, in North America.

We never will knock under, O George, we do not fear

The rattling of your thunder, nor lightning of your spear:

Though rebels you declare us, we’re strangers to dismay;

Therefore you cannot scare us, in North America.

We have a bold commander, who fears not sword nor gun,The second Alexander, his name is Washington,His men are all collected, and ready for the fray,To fight they are directed for North America.

We have a bold commander, who fears not sword nor gun,

The second Alexander, his name is Washington,

His men are all collected, and ready for the fray,

To fight they are directed for North America.

We’ve Greene and Gates and Putnam to manage in the field,A gallant train of footmen, who’d rather die than yield;A stately troop of horsemen, trained in a martial way,For to augment our forces in North America.

We’ve Greene and Gates and Putnam to manage in the field,

A gallant train of footmen, who’d rather die than yield;

A stately troop of horsemen, trained in a martial way,

For to augment our forces in North America.

Proud George, you are engaged all in a dirty cause,A cruel war have waged repugnant to all laws.Go tell the savage nations you’re crueler than they,To fight your own relations in North America.

Proud George, you are engaged all in a dirty cause,

A cruel war have waged repugnant to all laws.

Go tell the savage nations you’re crueler than they,

To fight your own relations in North America.

Ten millions you’ve expended, and twice ten millions more;Our riches, you intended, should pay the mighty score.Who now will stand your sponsor, your charges to defray,For sure you cannot conquer this North America.

Ten millions you’ve expended, and twice ten millions more;

Our riches, you intended, should pay the mighty score.

Who now will stand your sponsor, your charges to defray,

For sure you cannot conquer this North America.

I’ll tell you, George, in metre, if you attend awhile,We forced your bold Sir Peter from Sullivan’s fair isle;At Monmouth too we gained the honors of the day⁠—The victory we obtained for North America.

I’ll tell you, George, in metre, if you attend awhile,

We forced your bold Sir Peter from Sullivan’s fair isle;

At Monmouth too we gained the honors of the day⁠—

The victory we obtained for North America.

Surely we were your betters, hard by the Brandywine;We laid him fast in fetters, whose name was John Burgoyne,We made your Howe to tremble with terror and dismay,True heroes we resemble, in North America.

Surely we were your betters, hard by the Brandywine;

We laid him fast in fetters, whose name was John Burgoyne,

We made your Howe to tremble with terror and dismay,

True heroes we resemble, in North America.

Confusion to the tories, that black infernal name,In which Great Britain glories, forever to her shame;We’ll send each foul revolter to smutty Africa,Or noose him in a halter, in North America.

Confusion to the tories, that black infernal name,

In which Great Britain glories, forever to her shame;

We’ll send each foul revolter to smutty Africa,

Or noose him in a halter, in North America.

A health to our brave footmen, who handle sword and gun,To Greene, Gates, and Putnam and conquering Washington;Their names be wrote in letters which never will decay,While sun and moon do glitter in North America.

A health to our brave footmen, who handle sword and gun,

To Greene, Gates, and Putnam and conquering Washington;

Their names be wrote in letters which never will decay,

While sun and moon do glitter in North America.

Success unto our allies in Holland, France, and Spain,Who man their ships and galleys, our freedom to maintain,May they subdue the rangers of proud Britannia,And drive them from their anchors in North America.

Success unto our allies in Holland, France, and Spain,

Who man their ships and galleys, our freedom to maintain,

May they subdue the rangers of proud Britannia,

And drive them from their anchors in North America.

Success unto the Congress of these United States,Who glory in the conquests of Washington and Gates;To all, both laud and seamen, who glory in the day,When we shall all be freemen in North America.

Success unto the Congress of these United States,

Who glory in the conquests of Washington and Gates;

To all, both laud and seamen, who glory in the day,

When we shall all be freemen in North America.

Success to legislation, that rules with gentle hand,To trade and navigation, by water and by land;May all with one opinion our wholesome laws obey,Throughout this vast dominion of North America.

Success to legislation, that rules with gentle hand,

To trade and navigation, by water and by land;

May all with one opinion our wholesome laws obey,

Throughout this vast dominion of North America.

The “old and antique songs” we have quoted are not eminently poetical, and the fastidious reader may fancy there are in some of them qualities that should have prevented their publication. We appeal to the antiquaries. The “Cow Chase” will live long after

the light airs and recollected termsOf these most brisk and giddy paced times

the light airs and recollected terms

Of these most brisk and giddy paced times

are forgotten, and other songs and ballads of our Revolution will in the next century be prized more highly than the richest gems of Percy or Motherwell. They are the very mirrors of the times in which they were sung. As may have been observed, we have given none of the lyrics ofFreneau. We shall, perhaps, review the “American Körner” in a future number. Free, daring, honest, and with sarcastic powers which made his pen as terrible to the Tories and the British officers as that of Coleridge was to Napoleon, he did as good service to the great cause from his obscure printing office, as many a more celebrated patriot did in camp or legislature. The energy and exultation with which he recounted, in rapidly written songs, the successes of the Whigs, were equaled only by the keenness of his wit, and the appositeness of his humor. Nor was it in satire and song alone that he excelled. Though we claim not for him, superior as he was to his American cotemporaries, the praise due to a true poet, some of his pieces are distinguished for a directness of expression, a manliness, fervor, and fine vein of poetical feeling, that will secure for them a permanent place in our literature. YetFreneau—the patriot, poet, soldier—died miserably poor, within the last ten years, while the national legislature was anxiously debating what should be done with the “surplus money in the treasury.”

To Readers and Correspondents.—It affords us great pleasure to be able to state that this work will hereafter be enriched with papers from the pen of RICHARD H. DANA, the author of “The Buccaneers,” “The Idle Man,” etc. It will not, we think, be doubted that, withBryant,Cooper,Dana,Hoffman,Longfellow, etc., we have now a better corps of contributors than any other magazine in the English language. Mr.Dana’s first article will grace our pages for November.

“A Night at Haddon Hall,” in this number is from the pen of a venerable, but enthusiastic antiquary, as its manner may bear witness. Mrs.Anne Radcliffe’s ingenious “situations” for her heroines were never more “horrible” than that of Miss Chamberlain in the tapestried chamber, and the tale of Haddon Hall has the rare merit of beingtrue.

It will be observed that our present number contains a story by Mrs. “Mary Clavers,” the clever author of “A New Home” and “Forest Life.”

Several articles prepared for our present issue are, unavoidably, postponed. Correspondents who had reason to suppose their favors would appear in October, will find them inserted in our next number.

Transcriber’s Notes:

Table of Contents has been added for reader convenience. Archaic spellings and hyphenation have been retained. Obvious punctuation and typesetting errors have been corrected without note.

In the continuation of Longfellow’sThe Spanish Student, there was a misnumbering of scenes. The original numbering as printed in the magazine has been retained. There are two scenes numbered Scene II. Thesecond Scene IIshould be Scene III with remaining scenes numbered in sequence.

A cover has been created for this eBook and is placed in the public domain.

[End ofGraham’s Magazine, Vol. XXI, No. 4, October 1842, George R. Graham, Editor]

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