Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1801-1806, 1806-01-09


LIN thofc inGpid barren times,
Ia which nor wars nor horrid crimes
Abound, the ever fertile brain
Ofmy employer Madam Fame,
Produces ample crops Of fieiion,
On which trade upon commilion.
Bot 10 the preirnt Rate of things,
When Pesfants, Princes, Emperou. Kings,
Electors, Vifcounts, EarIes and Dukes,
And iuch-like grcsf and mighry folks,
Are deep engaged in fcenes Of plumber,
Rapinc. murder, blood aud thunder,
My miftfcfs has enough 70 do,
To publifh what 10 yfaiLy true,
Without inventing one fslfe aory,
For me, blsa wight! 20 lay before ye.
For crimes mnff foul and moa enormous,
And fcenes Of woe which ever charm as,
Reiulting from the tate OF warfare.
In which the folk, great way ofar.
So thick and frequent have OF lare been,
That fame 10 puzzled to relate them:
On which account ihe has no time to,
Add the things ihe has mind 20.
While therefore thefe hlca times continue,
noughf but fyHe accounts hall bring you.
Perhap, the things which have now iaid,
BY fome ofyou will be pronosnced,
Not ouly 6etipus. but unchriftisa,
Aud L. an infdcl Philifiine.
And while perhaps my fpecch ] utter,
You'll thus within yoar boioms nutter,
(" We're not as yet inch aupid ihrll-6ih,
Thar we the news Of rapine reliih,
Delight 20 hear OF hurnsn laughier,
And value blood no more than wsteF."
But here good Cir, pray let me fcpye,
My word, are human natures copy,
And il by chance they've made you fare,
You think you're beuer than you are.
And when your own dear hearts you look at,
You'll ceafe the things I've laid to hoot at.
For il you never take delight in
Hearing news of murd'rous 6ghing,
Pray tell me Why you fhow fuch Joy.
Al feeling war have full employ.
Whet reaion have You for rejoicing,
To fee the barb'rous kufiians croGiog
Over Eorope's feas and plains,
To knock our other peoples btains
Unlefs the folders dying groans,
The mo,her's 6ghs. the widows moans,
The orphans conIaan, dropping tears,
Sound fweetly in your rsvifh'd ears.
What wrong has France TO Ruflia done
What csus'd het iavage hordes 10 csme,
From diaaot, cold. and icy regions,
To mahacre the Gallo lcsionsf
The love of blood Oh then how chriitian,
Ii 10 Cor you fuccefs TO win them
III now quit Europc's terra fyma,
And through her lhands make journey;
Remarking a. along paf,,
Thoic fcenss Of of plunder and difrefs.
Which Mill \ nnxv f,, v,u he oreaskut
Alths' TO JgEsSn@ aomachs, hateful.
To England then I'll 6rA repair,
And fee what. going forward shere.
In this bleRJile this modern Eden
This garden which there's not q weed in!
When times are hard, 10 Zeal or rob.
II thought an honorable job.
Thus when the nation's pure is empty.
Ard zrs have property in plenty,
The Kins fends forth gang OF robbers.
To capture, plunder, prels and fog US.
And when he's shps 6l'd up his Golfers,
He moa msgnaoimouny offers,
To pay " cen the very 6rt coR,
OF all the goods which We had thus loft,
Provided we'll but do an odd thing,
Juf pay his iazvtIi tees tor rcbbing.
From this iweet Hand now I'N turn me,
And fpced my flight TO old Hiben,ia.
Where tombs OF nurder'd Patriots rife,
To greet with JOY MY Iavifhd eyes.
Here all the wrctchednefs and woe,
That mortal man can ever know,
Sit broodine DER the plaius and bogs.
Like wiat'ry forms or ev'ning fogs,
And ev'y bud of hope deRroy.
And fhut out ev'ry beam OF JOY.
Ill were not Of time 70 ftisgy,
From hence ia take tour to Iodia,
And view tholc defolssed 6elds,
Where war has made moA lulcious neals.
Bat what I've faid has been 70 plesfants
hope twill anfwer for the prefent.
NsaSteyf, J1~xsy q. 1906.
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