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 PRAISES OF AMERICAN HEROES. 
 
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 CHRISTOPHER LAOMEDON PINDAR. 
 
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 PHIFiADELPHIA: 
 
 J. B. LIPPINCOTT & CO. 
 
 1868. 
 

 Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1868, by 
 
 CHRISTOPHER LAOMEDON PINDAR, 
 
 In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the Southern District 
 
 of Ohio. 
 
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 TO 
 
 MY FELLOW-CITIZENS 
 
 OF THE 
 
 AMERICAN REPUBLIC. 
 
 Though young and little skilled in the goodly 
 craft of poesj^, I feel an unusual confidence in 
 ofiering this tiny volunrie to your kind regard. 
 My ground of assurance lies in this. When a 
 good child has been sadly bereaved of a noble 
 father, nothing delights it more than to hear a 
 tender word spoken in his praise. However 
 simple be the deed, how uncouth soever the 
 terms in which it is lauded, these demand but 
 little attention of the infant heart. The parent 
 of its love is praised; this is enough; the most 
 brilliant epic of foreign and bygone heroes van- 
 ishes before that simple tale. In the simplicity 
 of my heart I have compared the people of our 
 
 1* (V) 
 
vi TO MY FELLOW-CITIZENS. 
 
 glorious Union to such a child, the war-worn 
 patriots of her dawning Independence to such a 
 father, and my own little self to such an artless 
 narrator. Having formed this comparison, it 
 can no longer seem strange that I feel confident 
 of my task; should I fail unfortunately, it is 
 surely not owing to the want of a good heart ; 
 this I bring with all its tender springs to a sub- 
 ject so long the darling dream of my boyhood. 
 
 But while the like quaint reasoning inspires 
 me to brave with courage the roaring surges of 
 remorseless criticism, I cannot help feeling the 
 sad conviction that it is the only rudder left me 
 to keep my clumsy little ship afloat. Nay, what 
 is most of all disheartening, I already perceive 
 some prowling pirate of letters trying to sink me 
 at the very outset. On his blood-red flag I read 
 these startling words : ""What an Irving and a 
 Bancroft have narrated in brilliant prose, what 
 a Bryant and a Halleck have sung in melodious 
 verse, what even a Byron has immortalized in 
 many a glowing rhyme — too daring stripling, 
 forbear to pollute!'' Fortunately or unfortu- 
 nately, however, I have been gifted by Nature 
 with a peculiar attribute. The more I am op- 
 
TO MY FELLOW-CITIZENS. vii 
 
 posed, the bolder and more determined I become. 
 Were it not for the bitter remarks bestowed on 
 some of my earlier verses, I should probably 
 have never written another line. But out of 
 pure spite for these unsparing grandees I felt it 
 a most agreeable labor to continue cultivating 
 the Muses; impelled no less, however, by the 
 parental encomiums given to me so kindly by 
 learned man and loving woman. IsTever shall I 
 forget their heartfelt benevolence to a struggling 
 youth. 
 
 To comprise now in a few words the two prin- 
 cipal aims I had in writing the following poem : 
 the first was, that I might prove my gratitude 
 for those immortal heroes whose blood procured 
 for me and million others a country than which 
 for liberal institution and enlightened enterprise 
 no better can be found on earth; the second, 
 that I might contribute a little with my slender 
 abilities to keep alive the spark of patriotism in 
 my fellow-citizens, well aware that only this can 
 uphold the stately fabric of Freedom upreared 
 by the labor of so many valorous hands, and 
 moistened with the sweat and blood of the 
 purest patriots that ever drew the sword. If I 
 
viii TO MY FELLOW-CITIZENS. 
 
 succeed in these my wishes to only a limited ex- 
 tent, I shall not regret the few solitary hours 
 devoted to my task. But if, in addition, some of 
 you, my dearest countrymen, should in perusing 
 these pages find your bosoms heave with the love 
 of Liberty, if some of you, illustrious matrons, 
 should in reading the praises of our forefathers 
 perceive your hearts turned to the mouldering 
 corpse of the darling son, whose blood still red- 
 dens the recent battle-fields for the cause of 
 Union, and thinking of him feel the motherly 
 tear drop from your affectionate eyes, — the tear 
 not so much of sorrow as of joy that you had a 
 son worthy of his father, — oh then! I wish no 
 more; my tears shall mingle with yours, as often 
 they have done before; my heart shall say to 
 me : America cannot be lost while such are her 
 daughters and such her patriot sons ! 
 
 C. L. P. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 CANTO I. — The subject announced — Invocation of the Muse 
 
 — Lexington and Concord — Battle of Bunker's Hill . 11 
 
 CANTO II. — Delegates at Philadelphia — Resolution of Lee 
 — Dickinson's objection — Reply of Adams — He de- 
 scribes the battle of Fort Moultrie — Declaration of In- 
 dependence. ........ 22 
 
 CANTO III.— Praise of Washington— Crossing of the Del- 
 aware — Portraiture of Rail — Attack on Trenton — 
 Rail's death — Affair at Princeton . . . .32 
 
 CANTO IV. — The savage council — Speeches of Brant and 
 
 Burgoyne — Love of Crema — Her disastrous fate . 43 
 
 CANTO v.— Battle of Oriska— Deaths of Spencer and Her- 
 kimer 54 
 
 CANTO VI.— The Green Mountains— Early career of Stark 
 — Battle of Bennington — Death of Baum — Breymann*s 
 defeat 65 
 
 CANTO VII. — Washington's difficulties — Winter-quarters 
 at Valley Forge — The Episode of Laodon and Anella — 
 Prowess of Light-horse Harry . . . . .76 
 
 CANTO VIII. — Massacre of Wyoming — Revenge on the Sen- 
 
 ecas — Storming of Stony Point 86 
 
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CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 CANTO IX. — Olympus — Minerva supplicates the aid of Ju- 
 piter — Her conference with Jones — His exploits in the 
 Ranger — Capture of the Serapis . . . .97 
 
 CANTO X. — Mountain men of Carolina — Campbell relates 
 the treason of Arnold and the capture of Andre — 
 Touching fate of Hale — Sudden appearance of the foe 108 
 
 CANTO XL— Battle of Kings's Mountain— Death of Wil- 
 liams — Campbell spends the night watching over his 
 corpse — Sees in a dream the affray at Cowpens, and 
 then his own death at Eutaw Springs . . .119 
 
 CANTO XII.— Cornwallis besieged at Yorktown — The 
 shades of American heroes behold the future glory of 
 their country — From America the divine spark of lib- 
 erty is communicated to other lands — The bombard- 
 ment — Attempted flight of Cornwallis — His surrender 130 
 
 NOTES 141 
 
ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 CANTO I. 
 
 Hesperia^s sons against Britannia's king 
 For Freedom battling, Alleghania, sing I 
 That race divine, whose fearless lips denied 
 Oppression\s tribute, and whose arms defied 
 Her mighty legions wafted o'er the main 
 From Europe's realms to spread tyrannic reign. 
 Long raged the conflict, wars succeeding wars, 
 Ere Freedom basked beneath her thirteen stars ; 
 And thrived, sustained by heavenly decree. 
 The Great Republic, home of brave and free. 
 
 Thee, Alleghania, progeny divine, 
 New-fated sister of the sacred Nine ! 
 Ordained by Heaven athwart Hesperian climes 
 To waft the symphony of dulcet rhymes, 
 The magic numbers of the Grecian lute 
 To blend with weird notes of the Indian flute, — 
 
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12 ALLEQHANIA. 
 
 My theme demands. To gain thy gentle lore 
 
 Up to thy mountain home I fleetly soar ; 
 
 Where Appalachus wrapt in clouds distils 
 
 Celestial dews, that float in silver rills 
 
 This way and that, thence through the valleys gleam 
 
 Far in Ohio^s or Potomac's stream. 
 
 Thine eyes, oh Muse I have from this cliff reviewed 
 
 Each stern debate, each field with gore imbrued, 
 
 Th' embattled hills enwrapped in death's eclipse, 
 
 Old ocean heaving with rebellowing ships ; — 
 
 Thou knowest all! Now take me to thy side, 
 
 And in my pathless wanderings me guide I 
 
 The theme so grand, unless a Goddess aid, 
 
 I wander lonely and sink down dismayed ; 
 
 But thou with me, a sacred rapture fires 
 
 My youthful breast, and heavenly thoughts inspires. 
 
 She smiles assent. Par from her cloud-capt height, 
 O'er hills and vales in spring arrayed, our flight 
 We swiftly urge to that delightsome land 
 Whose rocky shore first hailed the Pilgrim band. 
 When to escape Oppression's fierce decrees 
 They sought a home beyond Atlantic seas ; 
 Whence sprung the race in Liberty's bright van 
 E'er battling for the equal rights of man. 
 First in the cause, which made Hesperia free, 
 The Bay State arms her sturdy yeomanry 
 
LEXINGTON AND CONCORD. 13 
 
 Against th^ inhuman despot who opposed 
 Her freeborn trade and all her commerce closed. 
 Pierce lours his vengeance on the fearless band 
 Who durst resist his insolent demand. 
 Arms clashing wild the longlived stillness break 
 With doomful din, and swale and hillock shake. 
 Along the beach with thunders opened wide 
 Huge ships of war plough through the rumbling tide, 
 Intent to sweep in blood away the stain 
 Of baneful cargoes hurled into the main. 
 Already brought is Freedom's sacrifice 
 On Lexington's first-hallowed green, where lies 
 The gallant Parker with the patriot seven 
 Alive though dead, on earth though raised to heaven. 
 For, like the seed which dying lives anew 
 In plant and tree, from out their corses grew 
 That stem of heroes gathering on their graves 
 The sacred valor of Hesperian braves. 
 Nor slow the growth, but in the selfsame day 
 At Concord fructified the godlike bay ; 
 Where twoscore hearts, by dauntless Davis led 
 Against the foe, with chief devoted bled ; 
 Yet not till seventy British slain had swelled 
 The gory heap, the rest been all repelled ; 
 In headlong terror to the shore they dashed. 
 And first my country's star of Freedom flashed. 
 
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14 ALLEGHANIA, 
 
 But fierce Bellona now Dissension's fires 
 Shoots from her breast, and all the war inspires. 
 From Albion's isle distressful meanings ring, 
 Whole legions crowd to battle for their king. 
 As when the lion suddenly is roused 
 From out the lair where coseyly he drowsed, 
 The rush of huntsmen first distracts his brain, 
 And for awhile he sourly seeks the plain, 
 Then all at once his haughty self returns. 
 And madly roaring on his foes he turns : 
 So Britain felt the smart of slighted pride, 
 And sprang with fury to the war untied. 
 
 Hesperia sees the raging storm arise, 
 With clouds of thunder filled the quivering skies ; 
 Yet triumph won may laurels new deserve. 
 And hope uplifted strengthens every nerve. 
 Thus on Nebraska's vast and reeded plain.. 
 The wounded bison shakes his shaggy mane. 
 When victim to an ill-dissembled scorn 
 The reckless Pawnee bleeds beneath his horn ; 
 Flushed with his triumph he anew prepares 
 His awful front and all the red host dares. 
 Not less America, with hope inspired. 
 Her eager warriors to the combat fired. 
 
 O'er Boston's walls a lofty hill uprears 
 His rounded brow, that like a tower appears 
 
BATTLE OF BUNKER'S HILL. 15 
 
 In solemn grandeur and terrific state 
 Decreed to guard the bay's and city's fate. 
 There, while dark silence reigned o'er sea and land, 
 The wary Prescott ranged his trusty band ; 
 From sea to river with a frowning mound 
 Of earth and iron all the summit crowned. 
 Day streaked the east, and ushered into light 
 The work herculean of the laboring night, 
 The foe above in doom impending flashed 
 On foe below with sudden fear abashed, 
 Those perched like eagles in aerial nest, 
 These like sea-cormorants on the beach compressed. 
 Fear, shame commingled rend the Briton host. 
 To shield themselves sinks their defiant boast. 
 And stung with rage their thousands throng the 
 coast. 
 Gage thunders o'er the town his stern commands, 
 And Howe and Pigot arm their martial bands. 
 In marshalled ranks three thousand warriors shine, 
 Gun siding gun, and line uprolling line. 
 As when against a mountain's craggy side 
 Swelled by the storm sweeps on the furious tide, 
 Each new-formed wave the wave before impels, 
 Till high upon the rock the torrent swells : 
 So moved Britannia's ranks 'mid trumpet's shrill 
 In dreadful order up th' embattled hill : 
 
16 ALLEOHANIA. 
 
 While charged with thunder fast her ships of line 
 Along the beach cleaved through the rushing brine; 
 Then facing round from mouths distended wide 
 With flaming meteors smote the mountain's side. 
 Sulphureous clouds hang quivering between, 
 As if to veil the horrors of the scene. 
 
 High from their mount, impatient for the fray, 
 The bold Hesperians all this storm survey. 
 Though one to two, each bosom Freedom warms 
 With ardor doubled, and with power arms. 
 Nor kindly Powers withheld the hand of Fate 
 The fortune threading of a loved State ; 
 E'en vied to rouse from peaceful walks of life 
 The latent warrior to the coming strife. 
 At, Pallas, thine and Liberty's command 
 The youthful Warren joins the leaguered band ; 
 Skilled both to heal with Esculapian art. 
 And soothe the sorrows of his country's heart ; 
 Alike to pen the patriotic word, 
 And on the battle-field to wield the sword. 
 Not unprepared he rushes on the foe, 
 TJnlaurelled not his fiery temples glow; 
 That beauteous lock my eyes behold no more — 
 I look around, and see it steeped in gore ; 
 Where late at Cambridge desperate in the fight 
 He hung in terror on the Briton's flight. 
 
BA TTLE OF B UNKER S HILL. 1 ^ 
 
 Now ring again his country's dire alarms, 
 Again he lists, and thunders in his arms. 
 
 When love of country fires the breast of man 
 He asks no honor but the glorious van ; 
 The first to listen to her piteous call, 
 So first in battle for her cause to fall ; 
 He scorns the gewgaw of supreme command, 
 His highest joy in danger's front to stand. 
 On Freedom's battle-ground contentions cease 
 (That bane of nations or in war or peace). 
 Here valor reigns supreme, and o'er the brave 
 No honors but his country's banners wave ; 
 His sole contention for the dreaded front, 
 His sole delight to bear the battle's brunt 
 
 Thus on the heights of Bunker Hill awhile 
 Sweet virtue lingered with her heavenly smile. 
 Th' impetuous Warren thundering to the storm, 
 *' Where, where's the danger? where can serve my 
 
 arm ?" 
 Him noble Prescott from the rampart eyed, 
 He leaps adown and hastens to his side : 
 ** Come, valorous warrior, thine the chief command. 
 Mine to obey, and by thy side to stand I" 
 "No I" cried the youth; ''a skilless sword is mine, 
 To rule the storm of war thy art divine. 
 
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18 ALLEGHANIA, 
 
 I came not hither to urge on the brave, 
 But urged by them my country's rights to save. 
 Give me the rampire most by danger pressed, 
 A living buttress will I give my breast I" 
 
 He said ; and rushing to the clouded mound 
 The brother-patriots ranged their men around ; 
 Yet curbed their spirit, and refrained to throw 
 At once their thunders on the nearing foe. 
 In measured terror surged the dreadful van 
 Of Albion's host, close-banded man to man ; 
 On nearer, nearer, till scarce thirty ells 
 From facing horrors fraughtful space repels. 
 ** Fire I" Prescott cries ; and with terrific roar 
 Full thousand guns their volleyed meteors pour. 
 Clap follows clap ; in horrid concord flies 
 The quivering flash, the sulphurous clouds uprise ; 
 Triumphant shouts from Bunker's forehead peal, 
 Distressful groans rebounds his bloody heel. 
 Five hundred Britons welter in their gore. 
 The rest bound headlong to the saving shore. 
 
 Gage eyed the havoc with distorted mien. 
 And bit his lips in fury at the scene ; 
 Again he roared his insolent command, 
 To face the terrors of the conquering band. 
 Shame and revenge the British bosoms fill. 
 Renewed they storm upon th' embattled hill. 
 
BATTLE OF BUNKER'S HILL, 19 
 
 Hesperia^s braves with courage quickened glow, 
 Again they hurl their deadly showers below. 
 Once more five hundred burst the living vein, 
 Confusion stalks in terror o'er the plain. 
 
 But now the genius of Britannia rears 
 Her wonted bulwarks, and her warriors cheers. 
 Repelled with tumult from the foreign steep. 
 She plants her hope upon her native deep. 
 Thus when the redman on the open plain 
 Against the whites' close legions wars in vain. 
 He slily slinks into the bushy glen, 
 There lording like a lion in his den. 
 Such skilful power Albion's art displays, 
 With conscious pride her ocean might she sways. 
 And 'neath her waves the mountain rampire lays. 
 
 Say, Alleghania, w^hy should tyrant power 
 Force but a moment Freedom's knee to cower ? 
 When Liberty Oppression's host repelled, 
 Why o'er her sway at once her funeral knelled ? 
 Ye Gods, that rule unfeeling Fates above, 
 Shall despots more than patriots win your love ? 
 "Oh, mortal rash I" the heavenly Muse replies; 
 " Unfathomed Wisdom flees terrestrial eyes. 
 Awhile her judgments cruel to you seem, 
 Your dearest hopes are scattered like a dream; 
 
20 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 But eft returns Truth's undisputed reign — 
 Lie's shortlived triumph never can remain." 
 
 Sulphureous mists veil all the scene below, 
 Mj tearfilled eyes scarce ken or friend or foe. 
 Unpitying flashes rend the pulverous veil, 
 Revealing Glasgow's guns and Lively's sail, 
 With Falcon's batteries in terror lined, 
 And toward the mount with showery death inclined 
 From war-filled Boston Clinton heads his band 
 Of vigorous soldiers to the bloody strand. 
 Surviving braves their beaten ranks reform, 
 And all with courage to the combat storm. 
 
 With presage hopeless our Hesperians view 
 The shock of hosts against a shattered few ; 
 Yet valor's ardor every bosom fires. 
 And love of country every heart inspires. 
 High from the mound they hear their captain's call : 
 ** Freedom or death! die on or save the wall !" 
 His towering form above them all appears, 
 His hand them guides, his word their courage cheers. 
 Like lions roused to rage, they fiercely throw 
 Their breasts devoted on the thundering foe. 
 Destructive might must conquer, but its blaze 
 Can only trophies to the vanquished raise. 
 They fall, but forward with their breasts opposed, 
 And guns still clinched on towering slain imposed. 
 
BATTLE OF BUNKER'S HILL. 21 
 
 In monumental glory, saved to last, 
 
 The zealous Warren sinks beneath the blast. 
 
 His arm still rises in destroying power, 
 
 When round him pours the foe's death-darting shower ; 
 
 Their murderous balls transpierce his lordly brain, 
 
 He staggers, droops, and joins his comrades slain. 
 
 Thus falls the lion on his whelps and mate. 
 
 The first to brave, the last to share their fate. 
 
 Unfeared death ennobles all defeat, 
 
 The patriot's grave excels the victor's feat. 
 
 Hesperia's children fondly lift their eyes 
 
 To Bunker's summit as to Freedom's rise. 
 
 His gallant dead soar to immortal fame, 
 
 And every tongue speaks proudly Warren's name. 
 
22 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 CANTO IL 
 
 In marble sheen adorned with sylvan lines 
 
 The city of fraternal love reclines. 
 
 Pure is her bed, preserved from gore of men 
 
 By peaceful arts, the gift of gentle Penn. 
 
 No fears of savage war her bosom rend, 
 
 The Quaker's hand makes every foe a friend. 
 
 With arms no other than to till the soil, 
 
 She fosters charms no jealousy can foil, 
 
 And rises fairest of all cities fair 
 
 Atween clear Schuylkill and broad Delaware. 
 
 Such godlike city, Freedom, it became 
 To echo first the triumph of thy name. 
 Such gentle walls should be designed by Fate 
 To hear thy champions mighty in debate. 
 Here Heaven decreed should ring the potent word 
 Of Independence to direct the sword. 
 
 Tell me, my Muse, what sapient men the cause 
 Of Freedom strengthened with celestial laws ! 
 Who hither sent from thirteen colonies 
 Here framed the noblest of all earth's decrees ? 
 
CONVENTION AT PHILADELPHIA, 23 
 
 From Massachusetts came her Adams twain 
 With fearless Hancock and judicious Paine. 
 Virginia sent her Wythe and Harrison 
 With fiery Lee and thoughtful Jefferson. 
 From Penn's woods Dickinson (a dolorous name!), 
 Wilson and Morton and great Franklin came ; 
 Him Pallas armed with her mysterious rod 
 To break the thunders of th^ Olympian God. 
 Ontario^s sons consigned the doubtful day 
 To Clinton, Livingston, and youthful Jay. 
 Bartlett and Whipple guarded Hampshire's fate, 
 Hopkins and Ellery the Island State. 
 Her sister, learned liberty to save, 
 Sherman and Huntington to Freedom gave. 
 An equal fame Mackean and Rodney share. 
 Who guard the fate of little Delaware. 
 From Jersey Witherspoon the pious came, 
 And Hopkinson crowned with poetic fame. 
 Fair Maryland eternal glory won 
 In Paca, Chase, and him of Carrollton. 
 Gwinnett and Hall came from Savannah's plain 
 With those whom sent the Carolinas twain : 
 Hooper and Hewes she with the golden hair, 
 Rutledge and Middleton the dark-eyed fair. 
 
 In that grand dome, as Independence Hall 
 Thence known to future age, they gather all. 
 
24 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 With concord feelings beat their bosoms brave, 
 
 One lofty thought lined every forehead grave. 
 
 Each felt the fortunes of his native land 
 
 For weal or woe entrusted to his hand. 
 
 High o'er them all the outlawed Hancock sate, 
 
 His care to rule and perfect the debate. 
 
 Loud throbbed each bosom ; when Virginia's son, 
 
 The ardent Lee, arose and thus begun : 
 
 ** Oh noble patriots, whose undaunted arms 
 Have leaped in terror to your land's alarms, 
 Beneath whose strokes has sunk the tyrant's host 
 On Bunker's Hill and Carolina's coast. 
 Whose sons and brothers Freedom's van have led 
 To laurelled combat, and for her have bled — 
 Shall all this blood have been effused in vain. 
 Shall still we cower to the despot's rein ? 
 Where lives the cause that drew the vengeful blade, 
 Where rings the call that thousand hearts obeyed ? 
 Ancestral rights derided were the cause, 
 Th' alarm was pealed for independent laws. 
 Why then not carry out the brave design, 
 And fearlessly uprear the patriot sigh ? 
 If not, the shame and vengeance of the world 
 Shall on our valor in contempt be hurled ; 
 And where we might the patriot's laurels gain, 
 As lawless rebels we shall reap disdain. 
 
DICKINSON'S OBJECTION 25 
 
 Hence I opine, and thinking speak my mind : 
 No tie shall more our land to Albion bind ; 
 Not more allegiance shall our arms her own 
 Than Swiss unfettered bring to Austria's throne ; 
 And, as is just, these Federal Colonies 
 Shall own no power but their own decrees." 
 
 Thus spoke the bravest of the Leean race, 
 Men trained in arms, and skilful in the chase. 
 Quick as he said, applauding cries rebound 
 The vaulted roof and every word resound. 
 One only silent sat the crowd among, 
 The timid Dickinson. Smooth was his tongue, 
 Trained to the schools, and studious of each word, 
 Each thought ere spoken twice had been deferred ; 
 A tardy politician, loath to draw 
 Conclusions rash from theoretic law. 
 He loved his country, but preferred to give 
 Purse more than blood, and so contented live. 
 When ceased the shout, he beckoned with his head, 
 And standing up his cautious mind he said: 
 
 *^ With joy, my brethren, should I hail the day 
 When Freedom's wand would o'er my country sway. 
 None more than I can love his natal soil, 
 None from her chains with greater dread recoil. 
 I prize the bold Virginian's heartfelt zeal ; 
 Sylvania's sons an equal ardor feel, 
 
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26 ALLEGHANIA, 
 
 Yet while for trampled rights my bosom glows, 
 I fear to change them into greater woes. 
 Well know ye all Britannia's far-famed power, 
 How seas and empires 'neath her lion cower. 
 Should we, scarce born to life, presume to wage 
 Imprudent wars against such potent rage, 
 What other than the reckless rebel's meed, 
 Ignoble death, should be o'er us decreed? 
 To such result, I pray, in time attend, 
 Ere fall disasters none can then amend." 
 
 He ceased ; a murmur of displeasure rose, 
 As on the beach the adverse current flows. 
 Fired at the insult, Massachusetts' son, 
 Adams of Braintree, ardently begun : 
 
 '* How long shall Diffidence her puny hand 
 Lend to the despot, and enslave our land? 
 How long shall courtiers nibble at the tower 
 Of Liberty upreared by valor's power ? 
 Just is our cause, no brave man e'er gainsaid, 
 Or vainly else six hundred hearts have bled. 
 Strength, such as patriot breasts is wont to fill, 
 Rests in our arms. Look up to Bunker Hill ! 
 Or, that I may not seem my own to boast, 
 Direct your eyes to Carolina's coast! 
 Where scarce six days ago three hundred braves 
 Britannia's bulwarks scattered o'er the waves. 
 
REPLY OF ADAMS, 27 
 
 Closed in their humble fort they calmly viewed 
 Her surging citadels with thunders brewed. 
 'Mark every shot I ^ the simple Moultrie said; 
 ' The powder's scarce ; for every ball a dead. ' 
 And sitting down he smoked his little pipe 
 (Thus fears our eagle for the lion's gripe). 
 On Bristol sailed with fifty thunders bent, 
 And Active swift and huge Experiment. 
 Their guns lie levelled ; straight the volleyed balls 
 Fly, but repelled by soft palmetto walls. 
 Then peals the answer from our brazen lips, 
 And groaning quake the bosom-shivered ships. 
 Peal follows peal. Hesperia's scanty fire 
 Fanned by the Powers uprears Britannia's pyre. 
 When lo ! a ball with matchless fury swayed 
 Rushed high in air and low our flagstaff laid. 
 But quick as thought the gallant Jasper leapt 
 Unto the beach, and, while around him swept 
 Incessant showers of flaming balls, unfeared 
 Snatched up the flag, upon a halberd reared 
 The tattered glory, up the merlon flew, 
 And proudly waved it toward the gnashing crew. 
 Bellona flapped her wing, the flash relumed, 
 Blew pallid death, while shots incessant boomed 
 Athwart the trembling wave, to many a breast 
 Swelled with tumultuous hope a chilly rest. 
 
28 ALLEGIIANIA. 
 
 Thus wore the day, till even's sombre fall 
 Spread o'er the watery grave her funeral pall. 
 Swift Active lay a wreck, proud Bristol rent 
 With gaping chinks, and huge Experiment 
 Struck low with shattered sails, and all the line 
 Disordered fled across the saving brine. 
 O'er Moultrie's Port our flag triumphant waved, 
 The South respired, her Ocean Queen was saved." 
 
 XJnisonant applause here fills the hall ; 
 No more debate ; for Freedom's chart they call. 
 Their valorous titles glitter on the page 
 Defiance hurling to the tyrant's rage. 
 The listening bells the strains harmonious seize 
 And waft them gaily on the quavering breeze. 
 From every dome, from every cottage pour 
 The swelling crowds, and storm the Senate door. 
 Out come the sages slowly moving on, 
 By Hancock led and thoughtful Jefferson. 
 Him bore Virginia wisest of her men, 
 Him Freedom chose her potent word to pen. 
 Of all the Deities that rule above 
 Her he adored with patriot's warmest love. 
 Now spread her wings, so widely ne'er before, 
 Himself should herald her triumphant soar. 
 With beating heart he stood before the throng, 
 And thus proclaimed the word desired so long : 
 
DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE. 29 
 
 **When urged by Fate the righteous cause de- 
 mands 
 The patriot's sword to sever hostile bands, 
 Hurl from his throne the tyrant, and uprear 
 The rule of Freedom swayed with love, not fear ; 
 Due deference to influenced mankind 
 Him asks to open his determined mind. 
 
 ''These truths we hold: — All men are equal born, 
 Endowed with rights that never can be lorn ; 
 Among which rights we as the dearest claim 
 Life, liberty, and happinesses aim. 
 These to secure were governments ordained, 
 While with the people all the power remained. 
 Their creatures those, from whose declared consent 
 The rule supreme for justice pledged was lent. 
 Whenever justice dwindles under might 
 By sovereigns swayed against impartial right, 
 The subjects can th' obnoxious power efface ; 
 And with a milder government replace. 
 Prudence, indeed, the people's hand will guide. 
 And bid not rashly ties long used divide ; 
 Whence teems the page, that earth's events records, 
 With man's endurance of despotic lords. 
 But when he groans in hopeless slavery. 
 To break his fetters Powers supreme decree. 
 
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30 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 Thus have we borne with England's ruthless king, 
 Thus are we forced his yoke from us to fling, 
 And to the world our just complaints we bring. 
 
 " He has rescinded our ancestral laws, 
 Opposed to plead in civil courts our cause, 
 Revoked the judgments of our public voice. 
 And forced to own his foreign wilful choice. 
 He has reduced our courts to rufBans armed, 
 Our peaceful trade with murderous hosts alarmed ; 
 Our citizens seized by his pirate band 
 Compelled to war against their native land ; 
 Our seas has plundered, ravaged all our coasts. 
 With fire and sword swept o'er our fields his hosts. 
 He now is gathering to our Briton foe 
 His Hessian panders to complete our woe ; 
 While on our homes he pours the Indian's rage, 
 In slaughter nursed, nor sparing sex nor age. 
 
 *' Amid these horrors vainly have we cried 
 For just redress ; no pitying voice replied. 
 Nor Britain's sons have kindred love disclosed, 
 Leagued with the tyrant, to their kin opposed. 
 Urged thus by Fate our galling chains we rend. 
 And swear for life and death our Freedom to de- 
 fend. 
 
 '* We, therefore, trusted with our country's care. 
 Before all nations solemnly declare, 
 
DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE. 31 
 
 That no submission to a foreign throne 
 
 By Albion held or any king we own ; 
 
 But that these realms, which common ties unite, 
 
 Are Free and Independent States by right; 
 
 Th' American Republic be their name, 
 
 Our lives we pledge to spread her deathless fame!" 
 
 Sped was the potent word ; its magic notes 
 The breeze receives and o'er the New World floats ; 
 The people hears and one-voiced gladly cries, 
 Bells high, guns low with rapture rend the skies. 
 *' Fourth of July!'' from every lip resounds; 
 ^* Fourth of July!" each new-born year rebounds. 
 The godlike seer beholds the endless line 
 Of ages worshipping at Freedom's shrine ; 
 Sees Rome and Greece their liberties unveil, 
 And wild with joy their perfect Offspring hail. 
 Oppression's shackles drop from every slave, 
 Rights equal bless and join the good and brave. 
 No longer patriots persecuted roam, 
 America is every freeman's home. 
 
32 ALLEGIIANTA, 
 
 CANTO III. 
 
 Land favored by the Gods, who for thee chose 
 
 Earth's greatest warrior, when thy cry arose 
 
 For Independence, and with arms untrained 
 
 Thy cause against skilled hosts should be maintained. 
 
 Words are not deeds; each vulgar tongue can bark. 
 
 But not each hand can lasting triumphs mark. 
 
 From millions rose the clamor to be free, 
 
 One arm divine led on to victory. 
 
 Him, Alleghania, sing ! immortal voice 
 
 Alone can praise th' ethereal Powers' choice. 
 
 Thy love, Virginia, mother of the brave, 
 Our godlike Washington to Freedom gave. 
 Thy broad Potomac hailed his prosperous birth, 
 Thy Stafford groves retold his boyish mirth. 
 From thy fond home he bounded at the peal 
 Of hostile arms to tempt his youthful steel 
 In western wilds on Gallia's matchless swords. 
 And whet his mind on craft of Indian hordes. 
 Hesperian, Anglo-Saxon, Mohawk, Gaul, 
 His valor witnessed, and applauded all. 
 
PRAISE OF WASHINGTON. 33 
 
 Decked with his country's laurels, and decreed 
 Against the tyrant all her sons to lead, 
 Then dawned thy glory. Liberty, and round 
 Thy chosen hero all thy wishes wound. 
 Slow be the march, and often the retreat, 
 When Fabius guides, rings HannibaPs defeat. 
 
 Land of the Pilgrims, how thy warriors cheered 
 The chief, when first he 'mid their ranks appeared I 
 Bold Mifflin stood around, and skilful Lee, 
 And cultured Reed, and Gates obligingly. 
 These gleam like stars around the golden sun ; 
 The eyes of all rest on my Washington. 
 In godlike beauty, muscular and tall, 
 Like Saul of old he towered o'er them all. 
 His limbs were sinewy, broad his swelling chest, 
 His figure stately, but with ease redressed ; 
 High was his brow, his face supremely fair. 
 Blue were his eyes, and brown his comely hair. 
 A sombre sadness o'er his features spread 
 (Sign of the great, in thoughtful wisdom bred). 
 His tempered soul, as pure as falling snow. 
 With reason checked the passions' fiery glow. 
 When to the troops he spoke, a sweetness mild 
 Suffused his eyes, and lovingly he smiled ; 
 As if to ope the kindness of his heart. 
 And to their wishes confidence t' impart. 
 
34 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 Plain was his speech, yet eloquent, and fraught 
 With pleasant phrases and with vigorous thought. 
 Defieience never could his words revoke. 
 His deeds transcended always what he spoke. 
 To call him brave seemed prattling with the air, 
 Whose soul delighted danger's shock to dare ; 
 Such praise resounds not from the soldier's lips. 
 When pressed on land to board the welcome ships 
 The order rings, and last of all his band 
 The tender-hearted general spurns the land: 
 "Oh more than father!" thousand voices peal; 
 Words cease ; their rolling tears tell what they feel. 
 
 Such tender scene thy, Brooklyn, isle recalls. 
 When by our chief expelled from Boston's walls 
 Th' augmented legions thronged thy fated shore, 
 And stained it ghastly with our warriors' gore. 
 ^* My God I" he cried in fatherly dismay ; 
 " How many brave men must I lose this day !" 
 Yet fearless wisdom swayed his stricken heart, 
 And thousands lived by his unconquered art: 
 From deadly fields athwart the misty deep 
 He led them safely to the mountain's steep ; 
 Whence, hung in terror o'er Manhattan's brow, 
 They steeped in blood the revelries of Howe ; 
 Dyed with his Briton and his Hessian vile 
 Each mantled cliflf, each ambush-filled defile 
 
CROSSING OF THE DELAWARE, 35 
 
 But how shall I recount each wild defeat, 
 
 Each Arab stratagem, each wise retreat ? 
 
 How Jersey's valleys with the outrage rang 
 
 Of RalPs dragoons and Donop^s lawless gang? 
 
 How faithless Lee betrayed his country's cause ? 
 
 How bastard Howe proposed insidious laws ? 
 
 All schemes Hesperia's champion repressed ; 
 
 His own lay hid and prospered in his breast. 
 
 How forth they sprang and roused the slumbering State, 
 
 The Muse impatient hurries to relate. 
 
 December wrapped in gelid night the heaven 
 O'ercast with clouds by piercing tempests driven. 
 Clogged with huge icefloats and by torrents swelled 
 Th' impetuous Delaware his waves impelled 
 Betwixt his rugged sides, now foaming high 
 Against th' unwieldy mass, then rushing by 
 In momentary glee, again inclosed, 
 Then freed again, resistless though opposed. 
 Along his western bank, with ice and snow 
 Decked mournfully, stood ranged in lengthy row 
 America's vowed champions. Far was traced 
 Their evening march on knee-deep snows defaced 
 With blood that trickled fiK)m their frozen feet 
 Rent were their garments, and the tempest beat 
 Their breasts exposed, and every breath congealed. 
 And scarce their stiffened hands their arms could 
 wield. 
 
36 ALLEGHANIA, 
 
 Yet in their breasts true patriotism glows, 
 And never north wind such an ardor froze. 
 This cold and secret night their arms demands 
 To crush at once Oppression's boastful bands, 
 From Brooklyn's isle t' efface the ghastly stain, 
 And give to Freedom Jersey's vales again. 
 High o'er them all their Washington appears ; 
 His look consoles, his word them onward cheers. 
 "The time is come, my soldiers!" loud he cried; 
 "Who'll lead us on across the icy tide ?" 
 Forth sprang the mariners of Marblehead, 
 Men in Atlantic's wintry tempests bred. 
 They rush into the boats, they guide the braves, 
 They fight the icefloats, and they stem the waves. 
 That night the Furies of the deep conspire 
 With northern Harpies in destructive ire ; 
 The maddened waves their icy volumes rush 
 Upon the boats their common foe to crush ; 
 In vain ! the skilful arm evades the blow, 
 Or drives them groaning and dispersed below. 
 Thus when fierce Mars incites his warrior's rage, 
 Divine Minerva arms her heavenly sage. 
 They meet ; that thunders headlong, this espies 
 His guardless flank, and all his strength outvies. 
 Nor kindly Gods their potent aid withheld. 
 But joined the brave, and Delaware repelled; 
 
PORTRAITURE OF RALL. 37 
 
 Till, safely o'er, their godlike chief around 
 Full twenty hundred leaped upon the ground. 
 
 Three told the morning chime when all were o'er ; 
 The next hour saw them move along the shore 
 Up steepy hills, through narrowing defiles 
 And forests vast for thrice three weary miles. 
 Cold shrilled the storm, fast fell the rattling sleet, 
 The icy ground slipped 'neath their bleeding feet. 
 Up spurred a herald sent from SulP van's band : 
 "Our arms are drenched; what is our chief's com- 
 mand?" 
 '* Then seize your bayonets, nor turn aside 
 Ere fall the townl'' the chief of men replied. 
 And instantly the fix^d weapons gleam 
 On hundred guns their thunders to redeem. 
 
 Meanwhile in silent slumber Trenton lay. 
 Unconscious of th' impending deadly fray. 
 Her Hessian tyrants from the late carouse 
 Had dropped their arms and reeling sunk to drowse. 
 The drunken sentry nodded at his post, 
 The yager dissolute napped with his host. 
 In downy bed, and fired with generous wine, 
 The lecherous Rail slept with his concubine : 
 A worthy hero of the Hessian school. 
 He deemed the virtuous brave a pious fool ; 
 
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38 ALLEGIIANIA. 
 
 Each day a fairer strumpet he espied, 
 
 And took her home unto his lusty side. 
 
 Ne'er felt he happier than in those proud days 
 
 He lorded Trenton in his easy ways. 
 
 Ten told the morn, before his fumy head 
 
 Knew light from dark, and bade him leave his bed. 
 
 "Whore, out with you I'' he thundered; then displayed 
 
 His martial grandeur, and his troops surveyed. 
 
 Struck w^as the drum till every hide was rent, 
 
 The hautboys played till all the wind was spent. 
 
 He tickled said: *' 'Tis all we have to do ; 
 
 Play on ! we need not fear the rebel crewl" 
 
 Such was our hireling foe ; in lustful Rail 
 
 See every Hessian, and from one know all. 
 
 Now glowed the sky with morning's rosy dawn, 
 And dazzling gleamed the snow^s on wood and lawn, 
 When from the thickets skirting Pennington 
 Out with his braves rushed heavenly Washington ; 
 Upon the heedless post they fiercely flew, 
 And men and arms to low^ destruction threw. 
 As when on Paraguay's grass-covered plain 
 A flock of sheep lie round their sleeping swain. 
 The wary jaguar from his lair descries 
 The careless shepherd and the tempting prize, 
 Crouched low he noiselessly and slowly creeps 
 Till near — high bounding in the air he leaps 
 
ATTACK ON TRENTON. 39 
 
 Upon the startled fold, and sheep and swain 
 In mangled carnage stretches o'er the plain : 
 So sprang our warriors on the Hessian crew, 
 And guard and captain scarce awakened slew. 
 Stark heard the shout, and from his bushy lair 
 Rushed on the rampires washed by Delaware ; 
 The towers sink, the batteries give way. 
 The foe beholds, and flies in dread dismay. 
 As when the timid deer by generous hounds 
 Roused from his sleep o'er hill and valley bounds, 
 Th' unweary chasers vie his headlong strides, 
 Hang to his heels, and tear his panting sides : 
 So roused and pressed the stricken Hessians fly, 
 So heave their breasts, till cowardly they lie 
 With backs turned to the foe, and thus ignobly die. 
 Part reached the town and spread the dire alarm ; 
 Rail, startled, hurried from his chamber warm, 
 Fell in the saddle, spurred his frightened steed 
 He knew not whither, nor what men to lead. 
 ** On, grenadiers I on, forward, march !" he cried; 
 A few still faithful gathered to his side. 
 But like a cloud that sweeps resistless on. 
 Now rushed the hardy van of Washington 
 Upon the shivering herd ; through lane and street 
 The tumult thickens, and the murdering sleet 
 Incessant rattles, while a flaming ball 
 With thunder quickened strikes the boisterous Rail ; 
 
40 ALLEGHANIA, 
 
 Full through his groin the whistling weapon flies, 
 His blood with entrails mixed his war-horse dyes ; 
 Th' indignant soul darts gushing through the wound, 
 His livid body tumbles to the ground. 
 Bereft of leader, smitten with wild fears. 
 On every side disperse his grenadiers : 
 On every side the town-encircling foes 
 With gun and bayonet their flight oppose. 
 So when the leader of the fleecy train 
 By lions seized drops on th' infested plain, 
 The stricken herd in wild confusion leap 
 This way and that ; in vain I each flying sheep 
 From one escaped another lion draws 
 From out his lair, and crumbles 'neath his paws. 
 One thousand Hessians thus to ruin fly. 
 Yet crouch for mercy, loath as braves to die ; 
 Ignoble chains their trembling hands inclose. 
 Like slaves they sink beneath their conquering foes. 
 High from his steed with ghastly wounds overlaid. 
 The godlike Washington the field surveyed. 
 For twoscore hours no slumber had suffused 
 His wakeful eyes, and harrowing cares refused. 
 Now dawned his triumph ; his unequalled stroke 
 Had on th' enslavers turned th' enslaving yoke. 
 Free was his country ; free as ne'er before ; 
 Oppression now could dictate terms no more. 
 
AFFAIR AT PRINCETON. 41 
 
 With pious gratitude overflows his soul, 
 The thankful tears in quick succession roll, 
 His folded hands he raises to the skies : 
 ''My God, thy power has saved our arms 1" he cries. 
 The Power above receives his grateful prayer, 
 And succoring Pates rush from th' empyreal air. 
 Lo I how on Trenton proud Cornwallis cheers 
 Erskine's dragoons and Donop's grenadiers I 
 Too vast their force and fresh from long repose, 
 With wayworn troops their vanguard to oppose ; 
 Yet flight precipitous must quickly mar 
 His country's joy from late successful war. 
 Thinks Washington, when suddenly a light 
 Of hope illumes him in his sleepless night : 
 '' Up, warriors, follow me !'' he says, and guides 
 Their feet along Assanpink's gloomy sides, 
 Till, when Aurora gilds the frosty lawn. 
 Within a league from hostile Princeton drawn 
 In battle-form they wait Cornwallis' rear, 
 Which led by Mawhood from the town draws near. 
 They clash against ; fast fly the clicking balls ; 
 Our daring chivalry promiscuous falls : 
 Neal o'er his cannon, Mercer from his steed, 
 Fleming and Haslet while they foremost lead 
 Virginia's sons and those of Delaware. 
 But not in vain so gallantly they dare. 
 
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42 ALLEGIIANIA, 
 
 Bold Hitchcock forward speeds his valiant band, 
 On rush the riflemen of dauntless Hand ; 
 Before them all the chief of chiefs appears, 
 His noble form more than his word them cheers; 
 With him upon the roaring brass they bound. 
 The gunners seize and dash them to the ground. 
 Confused at courage more than human fled 
 Britannia's host to distant Maidenhead ; 
 While our Hesperians triumphing looked down 
 O'er Jersey's vales from rocky Morristown. 
 
THE SAVAGE COUNCIL. 43 
 
 CANTO IV. 
 
 Ontario's valleys, what terrific gloom 
 Hung o'er your hamlets and presaged your doom, 
 When at the foot of Adirondack's mount 
 Laved by the waters of Bouquet's clear fount 
 The motley council met 1 Near by the waves 
 Of Champlain chafe and gnaw the rocky caves. 
 His breast is veiled with wildly fluttering sails 
 Vast horrors wafting down fair George's vales, 
 Where high Ticonderoga rears his wall 
 Ere long to share his northern brother's fall. 
 Huge pines and hemlocks shades impervious form, 
 Unbent by age, uninjured by the storm ; 
 Beloved haunt of Nature's fiercest son. 
 He courts its silence and its shadows dun, 
 There meditates the foul and bloody deed, 
 Thence springs destructive on the blooming mead ; 
 Where'er he passes ruin's flames arise. 
 The shrieks of women and the children's cries. 
 Such fiend, Oppression, should thy arms entwine, 
 With such red aid should prosper thy design. 
 
44 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 My Alleghania, used to Indian art 
 Of speech and warfare, thy support impart I 
 Twas in the moon when berries bend the thorns 
 And sprouting maize the furrowed fields adorns, 
 When laky fish in tiny streamlets spawn 
 And infant rabbits skim across the lawn ; 
 Four hundred braves of Iroquois' fierce race, 
 And great Algonquin, matchless in the chase, 
 And lake-bred Ottawa sat on the ground, 
 With seven thousand Britons ranged around. 
 Grand was the scene; thy, Champlain, wooded shore 
 Had never borne such mighty chiefs before ; 
 Alliance such had never tolled the doom 
 Of brave Hesperia, and prepared her tomb. 
 Awhile they silent gazed ; when Mohawk's chief. 
 Fierce Brant, thus spoke in accents stern and brief: 
 
 ''White brothers ! we have left our plains to give 
 Our hands in friendship, and with you to live. 
 Your foe is ours ; the Mohawk's eye can pierce 
 Through every thicket, and his soul is fierce ; 
 Ten scalps we bring ; our knives are keen and red ; 
 We wipe them not till every foe lies dead." 
 
 To whom the leader of the British host, 
 Ostentous Burgoyne, in preposterous boast: 
 
 ''Thayendanegea, and ye warriors all. 
 Thronged hither at our common father's call ! 
 
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SPEECH OF BURGOYNE. 45 
 
 With joy hath beat his royal heart to hear 
 Your loyal love swayed nor by gold nor fear, 
 E'er since rebellious whites refused to bring 
 Obedient tribute to our righteous king. 
 Just vengeance forthwith every breast inspired, 
 The crying insult all your valor fired ; 
 Yet till your aid the sovereign word ordained, 
 In meek endurance were your arms restrained. 
 Divine affection ! but no longer now 
 To ruthless terror can your bravery bow. 
 Me sends the mighty king to burst the bands 
 Yourselves imposed with too submissive hands. 
 Brave warriors, ye are free ! your arms unite 
 With Britain's host and join the glorious fight ! 
 Our brothers ye ! thence be our only strife 
 For battle's laurels and a fi^endly life. 
 Joined to our ranks with all your fierceness rush 
 Upon the rebels and their homesteads crush. 
 Our duty be to check your boiling ire, 
 Direct your valor and subdue your fire. 
 When not opposed by warlike foes, restrain 
 Your vengeful arms and from all blood refrain ; 
 But smiles or truce or horrid battles rage, 
 Spare harmless childhood and defenceless age. 
 And feeble women, and the foe who waives 
 Th' unequal combat and for mercy craves. 
 
46 ALLEGIIANIA. 
 
 For every captive shall ye gain your prize ; 
 
 But gory scalps the white man's heart decries. 
 
 To Indian braves no fairer spoils appear, 
 
 I know your customs and your thoughts revere, 
 
 Grant what I can : yours be the gory dead 
 
 Struck by your arms ; scalp every lifeless head 
 
 The wounded only and the dying foe 
 
 Be spared the knife and every savage blow. 
 
 Base murder, ravage, and destructive flames, 
 
 And sexual horror Albion's host disclaims. 
 
 Mine be the care to rule the battle-car, 
 
 And gently glide, or urge promiscuous war. 
 
 Rest ye contented ; should rebellion's hands 
 
 Outrage a brave of our allianced bands, 
 
 Your inborn vengeance I no more restrain ; 
 
 Retort the deed and crowd their homes with slain!" 
 
 He said, and solemnly his seat retook; 
 Whom Iroquois' first chieftain thus bespoke : 
 
 ** We greet thee as our father ; for in thee 
 Our mighty father's voice across the sea 
 We hear. The whites of Boston long have tried 
 To gain the Indian warriors to their side ; 
 But we have loved thy father, and our darts 
 Have barbed and sharpened on our loving hearts. 
 In sign of which our chiefs and warriors all 
 Have left their villages t' obey thy call. 
 
THE BARBAROUS FEAST. 47 
 
 None but the wounded and in wars grown old 
 
 And squaws and little ones our wigwams hold. 
 
 One heart is ours ; we offer thee our hands 
 
 To keep thy words and do thy just commands. 
 
 So the Great Spirit may thy power raise, 
 
 And slay thy foes, and give thee length of days !" 
 
 Barbarian yells the muffled stillness tear, 
 And lowering woes to peaceful homesteads bear. 
 To stamp the fate, the fraughtful calumet 
 With eagle-claws and human headskins set, 
 From lip to lip successive passed around, 
 And breathing slaughter smoked along the ground. 
 Then spread the feast: Britannia's savage store 
 Each bosom tortures with the lust of gore, 
 As writhe the entrails with the watery fire. 
 And rouse the man-beast to the fierce desire. 
 Oh, ancient God ! thy frenzies were a calm ; 
 To modern Bacchus yield the drunkard's palm ! 
 That Indian youth who mixed with Europe's maid, 
 And fire and slaughter for her lust repaid. 
 Say, Burgoyne, whither fly thy vaunting words ? 
 Are Mohawk tomahawks like English swords ? 
 When on our homes thy human beasts of prey 
 Were let devouring, did they merely slay 
 Thy pointed victims, or did maid and wife 
 In mingled carnage sink beneath their knife ? 
 
48 ALLEOEANIA. 
 
 Immortal Gods ! how rings the piercing wail I 
 Haste, Alleghania, knoll the direful tale ! 
 
 On Hudson's banks, where Stoney's purling rill, 
 From rock to rock skims down the pine-crowned hill, 
 Atween the trees an humble cottage gleams 
 With oaken roofing and with beechen beams; 
 Two little windows welcome in the day. 
 One lockless door the wanderer bids to stay. 
 Ah ! many a such recalled the dwellers there, 
 The warlike brother and the sister fair ; 
 How he would ask him rest his weary feet, 
 And she would bring him beverage cool and sweet. 
 May be he tarried, not so much to rest, 
 As to obey the longings of his breast : 
 For who could see that face divinely fair, 
 Those deep-black eyes, those locks of jetty hair. 
 And watch those lips when words harmonious flowed. 
 And how those cheeks with maiden blushes glowed ; 
 But owned his soul drawn to the form divine. 
 And pleasing heard a voice: *^Ah ! were she mine !" 
 Yet Crema, while with modest grace she served 
 Each welcome guest, one hallowed flame preserved. 
 Thine, David, was her love ; whom childlike play 
 Had long united in affection's sway. 
 Already youthhood eyed the nuptial heaven, 
 When, ah ! by war each tender tie was riven : 
 
LOVJS OF CREMA, 49 
 
 Mistaken zeal to Britain's legions drew 
 
 The warlike youth ; to Canada he flew, 
 
 Thence shining in the ranks of hostile war, 
 
 But mourning o'er his stricken spouse afar. 
 
 Two years thus passed ; when Burgoyne's motley band 
 
 In ruin swept Ontario's fertile land: 
 
 Wild rumor flew before his savage van, 
 
 From field and hamlet fled defenceless man. 
 
 Fair Crema's fate her brother's succor calls. 
 
 To shield his charge he seeks Albania's walls; 
 
 Thence urges flight from Hudson's threatened vales. 
 
 And to secure retreat his sister hails. 
 
 Still she refrained, withheld by stronger tie 
 
 To where Fort Edward reared his turrets high : 
 
 There in the British camp her lover whiled, 
 
 There union checked so long enchanting smiled ; 
 
 No ruthless hand her innocence could harm, 
 
 Whose safety rested on such soldier's arm. 
 
 Ah, fated maid ! how vain are all thy dreams ! 
 How sadly artless all thy fondest schemes ! 
 From savage breasts to every pity steeled 
 What brave or sage could tempting captive shield ? 
 While still deluded thus with fond desires. 
 Too late she eyes Destruction's horrid fires 
 On every side lay waste great Hudson's lands. 
 And sex and age fall 'neath remorseless hands. 
 
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50 ALLEGIIAXIA. 
 
 Impending woes now urge her instant flight 
 Amid the stillness of the moonless night. 
 Already stand her feet prepared, when lo ! 
 Bursts the frail door, and in the torch's glow 
 Blood-painted Indian faces fiercely glare 
 With wanton glee upon their victim fair. * 
 
 She wildly shrieks ; in vain ! the chieftain's knife 
 Whirls o'er her head, impatient for her life. 
 Yet stays a moment : gleams a hopeful ray 
 In Crema's breast, and opes her lips to pray : 
 *' Oh brave ! awhile thy furious arm restrain, 
 Xor madly spurn the prize of plenteous gain ! 
 A youthful chief shares thy own camp above, 
 David his name, and I his chosen love. / 
 Lead me to him : his spouse if he behold 
 Safe at thy hands, what gifts will he unfold! 
 Tobacco, weapons, and refulgent gold !" 
 Pleased Giengwahtoh sunk his wampum blade, 
 And for the ransom spared the praying maid. 
 Thus the fierce Turk, inspired with faithful zeal, 
 O'er some fair captive wields his crooked steel, 
 When eft recurs his meretricious lord, 
 Whose elitterins: fcold restrains the venireful sword. 
 The war-chiefs words his warriors^ fury damp ; 
 Keen for the prize they hasten to the camp. 
 
 Fair Crema's tender longings warmer grew 
 As to her lover's home she nearer drew ; 
 
DISASTROUS FATE OF CREMA, 51 
 
 Little she recked the savage-looking band, 
 
 Her wearied foot, the cord that griped her hand; 
 
 Already gleamed on Edward's distant plain 
 
 The tents of Albion and her brazen train. 
 
 ''Soon shalt thou see thy lover!" said the chief; 
 
 "But rest awhile, and give thy feet relief I'' 
 
 A bubbling fountain issued from the ground; 
 
 There with the maid the warriors sat around. 
 
 Flagitious rest! which rouses fierce desire 
 
 Not slaked with wat^r, but incensed with fire. 
 
 Their savage throats the flaming torrent swill, 
 
 Wild roll their eyes, blood-lusts their bosoms fill. 
 
 Each gazes round and sees a brother fiend , 
 
 Each eyes the maiden innocent, unscreened : 
 
 *' Whose squaw is this?" forgetful they demand. 
 
 ''Not squaw, but maid espoused to David's hand; 
 
 Her prize is fixed;" chief Giengwahtoh cries. 
 
 ''And who," they ask, "will gain the promised prize ?" 
 
 At which the chief enraged ; " Who whirled the knife, 
 
 The maiden's prayer heard, and spared her life ? 
 
 Mine is the prize I" Yells of defiance rise ; 
 
 Their armed hands quiver ; fiercely roll their eyes. 
 
 Fell Giengwahtoh reads their wild desires, 
 
 A hellish thought his savage breast inspires : 
 
 "Braves !" yells he ; "thus we end the raghig strife : 
 
 Nor mine the prize, nor yours, but mine her life!" 
 
52 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 And rushing on the shrieking maid he grasped 
 
 Her beauteous locks, and while she faintly gasped 
 
 ''Oh David !^' plunged with soothless fury pressed 
 
 The stony knife into her panting breast. 
 
 White turn her jetty eyes, and from the wound 
 
 Her heart's pure gore spouts on the green-turfed ground. 
 
 Gods ! yet no pity ? did ye e'er impart 
 
 Such human sense to Indian's brutal heart ? 
 
 Still flows the blood, and from the brow divine 
 
 He tears the scalp, and rears the gory sign. 
 
 As the fell tiger from his bushy mound 
 
 Leaps on the roe and strikes her to the ground, 
 
 With cutting paw divides the bleeding mesh, 
 
 Quaffs the warm blood, and grinds the quivering flesh, 
 
 Cloyed, o'er his back the mangled rest he flings, 
 
 And as a trophy to his family brings : 
 
 Thus to his wampum-belt the war-chief tied 
 
 Fair Crema's scalp blood-dyeing all his side. 
 
 Then yelling fiercely to the camp he flew. 
 
 And under Britain's eyes the ghastly booty threw. 
 
 Ah ! who can tell what fearful pangs arise 
 In David's breast, as thus his spouse he eyes ! 
 How shake his hands as with unknown despair 
 They stroke that crimsoned skin, that clotted hair ! 
 Oh, Muse, thy theme forsake I let love-led hands 
 Rest Crema's corse in Hudson's mourning sands ! 
 
DISASTROUS FATE OF CREMA. 63 
 
 Her silken hair sleep on her lover's breast, 
 Till weeping floods his eyelids drown to rest ! 
 All-ruling Gods the horrid death allowed 
 To stamp with shame eterne the cruel proud. 
 In vain Britannia washed her bloody hands, 
 In vain soft Burgoyne cheeked his savage bands ; 
 The stain adhered like leopard-spots impressed, 
 The murderer lived at Luc's and Albion's guest. 
 But vainly not America surveyed 
 Her kindling hosts, and vengeful ranks arrayed ; 
 The maiden's blood, by British arts decreed. 
 Of fiery valor sprouts the fruitful seed. 
 
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54 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 CANTO V. 
 
 When from Ontario^s lake his deer-skin sails 
 
 The Indian spreads for Mohawk's verdant vales, 
 
 Into Oswego's billowy stream he guides 
 
 His bark-canoe up where the pine-crowned sides 
 
 Of that bright river part awhile to grace 
 
 The sleeping beauty of Oneida's face, 
 
 Thence through the Forest Brook, till gently nigh 
 
 The adverse pines entwine their branches high : 
 
 Here shallows thwart the liquid way awhile, 
 
 Auspicious waters parts a woodland mile ; 
 
 The son of Nature lifts his light canoe, 
 
 The sun scarce varied sees him row anew 
 
 On Mohawk's waters laughing 'tween the vales 
 
 He sought so strangely with his deer-skin sails. 
 
 Thus long ago, ere foreign feet had trod 
 
 With noisy step the redman's sacred sod. 
 
 Was done the wondrous voyage ; but Avhen pealed 
 
 The battle great through Mohawk's hunting-field. 
 
 Devoted sons of Liberty descried 
 
 The lordly spot that checked the favorite tide, 
 
BATTLE OF RISK A. 55 
 
 Upon whose waves insidious Britain poured 
 On southern plains her northern savage horde. 
 A rampire vast the site ah'eady walled, 
 Schuyler its name, by ancients Stanwix called, 
 Just where from lurking woods the stealthy brave 
 Launched his canoe on Mohawk's murmuring wave. 
 Ontario^s sons the sturdy bastions manned 
 With levelled thunders and their fearless band ; 
 Stout-hearted Gansevoort their ardor swayed, 
 Eight hundred braves his gentle word obeyed. 
 
 Sight loved by Gods ! when chief and warriors bend 
 Their arms united to the selfsame end ; 
 In vain two thousand motley weapons flew 
 Against the walls from Albion's hybrid crew : 
 British and Hessian, loyalist white and red, 
 By green-clad Johnson and grim Leger led. 
 The weary siege their warlike fire depressed. 
 Desponding fears their drooping souls possessed. 
 Already dawned the leaguered band's relief, 
 As stealthily approached Ontario's chief. 
 The dauntless Herkimer, with Tryon's men 
 Slow winding through Oriska's bushy glen. 
 And had not Pates averse their aid withheld, 
 Oppression's host his storm had not repelled. 
 But patriot gore must fertilize the ground 
 Ere sprouts the tree with Freedom's blossoms crowned. 
 
56 ALLEOHANIA. 
 
 Such is the will of Gods; and thus awhile 
 They seem to favor tyrants with their smile ; 
 Rest we content ; 'tis naught but the design 
 Of heavenly powers to form their wrath divine. 
 Thus Neptune, when against some lawless crew 
 Incensed he bids the deeps their horrors brew, 
 First o'er the seas a gentle calm prepares 
 To lull their cares and strike them unawares, 
 Sudden the w^hirling hurricane he pours 
 Athwart the deep ; sea, air, and heaven roars ; 
 The smitten crew scarce own the vengeful arm. 
 So quick the change, so sudden the alarm ; 
 But pressed like sheep that prowling wolves appall, 
 They rush together, o'er each other fall, 
 Linked deadly fast, till ruin gulps them all. 
 When was a plan devised, and not a spy 
 Pricked up his ear and keened his lurking eye ? 
 Through the dark swale as on the leaf-strewn ground 
 With cautious step the succoring patriots wound, 
 A squaw's far-piercing eye lay on them bent. 
 Hung on their lips and read their whole intent; 
 Fierce Branta she, the Mohaw^k's sister dire, 
 Nursed in his schemes and flaming with his ire. 
 Sent to the woods to watch the suspect foe. 
 She from a hill had spied his ranks below. 
 
BATTLE OF ORISKA. 57 
 
 Quick as her mind the deep design revealed, 
 She sped her word to Schuyler's battle-field. 
 At once the din of barbarous war resounds, 
 The lusty Indian to the combat bounds, 
 Each more than other anxious for the fray, 
 In bloody quaffs his thirsty soul t' allay ; 
 Scarce half the host before the walls remain. 
 Nor threats nor force their fury can restrain. 
 
 Say, Muse, what chieftains led the savage band ? 
 What heroes flocked to Herkimer's command ? 
 By Watts were Johnson's green-clad Yorkers led, 
 The ranging troops by him who basely fled 
 From Freedom's cause, vile Butler; next appeared 
 Canadian forest-men by Claudian cheered; 
 Bird soldier-like his well-trained squadrons drew ; 
 Brant fiercely yelling with his warriors flew 
 In wild confusion, nor with other aim 
 Than first of all to reap barbarian fame. 
 Still winding through Oriska's dark defile 
 Tryonia's braves in close-compacted file 
 Their dauntless leader followed ; gaily shone 
 The arms of Paris and his war-like son, 
 Impatient in the van ; Cox urged the hour; 
 Bold Spencer stalked in conscious manly power. 
 Ah, noble blood! by Fate's all-ruling hand 
 Decreed t' enlive the glories of your land I 
 
58 ALLEOHANIA. 
 
 Oh, may you not have been effused in vain 1 
 May never age efface your glorious stain I 
 Your seed forever sprout on Freedom's plain 1 
 
 'Twas at the hour when tender wives prepare 
 For husbands labor-worn the noonday fare ; 
 By murky clouds lay hid the summer sun, 
 As if the impending rage of blood to shun: 
 Sudden through all Oriska's forest rung 
 The savage yell; off ball and arrow sung; 
 From either hill, in front, on every side 
 Rushed on the glen Britannia's murderous tide. 
 As when his fleecy charge the western swain 
 Leads through a wood to reach a grassy plain, 
 In ease secure, straightway as from the sky 
 The spotted panther from his tree on high 
 Darts on the stricken fold at unawares, 
 And fiercely throws and strikes and cuts and tears : 
 So unforeseen and fierce on Tryon's men 
 Of danger thoughtless marching through the glen 
 Bursts the wild rush of horror from the hills, 
 And all their van with dread and slaughter fills. 
 What hero first stretched on th' ensanguined plain? 
 Impetuous Cox; w^armed in his quivering brain 
 The feathered weapon stuck ; eternal shade 
 Enshrouds his eyes; he bites the leafy glade. 
 Young Paris next was doomed to share his fall ; 
 Shivering his ribs, the ranger's whistling ball 
 
BATTLE OF ORISKA. 59 
 
 Fast sought his heart, there lodged; prone on the 
 
 ground 
 The warrior sinks ; his glittering arms resound. 
 
 As the bold lion, suddenly when pressed 
 By dogs and hunters, feels his lordly breast 
 Flutter awhile with fear ; aroused he burns 
 With honest shame, all danger proudly spurns, 
 The yelping curs to this and that side flings. 
 With jaws distended on the huntsman springs : 
 So Tryon's braves, first reeling 'neath the shock, 
 Quick roused their souls, and like a mountain rock 
 Immovable their bristling van they form, 
 And calmly stand the furies of the storm. 
 Death, e^er impartial, turned his wonted course, 
 On Britain's legions bursts his murdering force. 
 By Spencer's dart was traitorous Watson slain. 
 His throat-pierced carcass tumbled to the plain. 
 Vile Butler's son 'neath Younglove's hatchet fell. 
 His vulgar soul howled to the shades of hell. 
 Through Ingelow's groin Gardinier's arrow sped, 
 The ghastly wound his smoking entrails shed ; 
 Eternal night the youthful soul invades, 
 That flies disdainful to the Stygian shades. 
 
 High on his war-horse, like a tower upreared, 
 The pride of Tryon, Herkimer, appeared ; 
 Him Mohawk's valley to his country gave. 
 From Alemannia came his fathers brave. 
 
60 ALLEOHANIA. 
 
 Like ancestry his followers impart, 
 Teutons in look, Americans in heart; 
 Not that degenerate race by tyrants hired, 
 But men reborn, with Liberty inspired. 
 Heavens ! what heaps of slain uptowers that arm ! 
 How shrinks the foe and cowers with alarm! 
 Proud Watts indignantly the brave descries, 
 With rage he foams, wrath sparkles in his eyes, 
 Full at his breast the levelled tube he brings, 
 Bursts the quick flame, the winged lead-stone sings- 
 Then had thy glory, Try on, sunk to rest; 
 But kind Minerva shields the hero's breast — 
 The thwarted ball fell furious on his horse, 
 Cut his fair neck and stretched his giant corse. 
 Below the knee the chief's leg shivering rent, 
 Then far in empty air its fury spent. 
 With grateful tears the veteran brave confessed 
 The arm divine and smote his thankful breast. 
 *' Warriors !" he cried; "not yet I leave the field, 
 While Powers above the sons of Freedom shield ; 
 Beneath yon beech your wounded general lay. 
 There will I rest, and watch the bloody fray!" 
 
 His trusty warriors do the work of love ; 
 The tender sight melts all the Powers above. 
 Jove bent the sanguine Briton to dismay 
 And add new glories to the doubtful day, 
 
DEATH OF SPENCER. 61 
 
 Shook the wide heavens with his awful nod 
 Whence burst the fire and thunder of the God. ^ 
 
 Full on the foe the howling tempest blew, 
 The sulphurous streaks into their faces flew. 
 Vainglorious Watts stands blinded by the flame, 
 He gropes about a sad and deadly aim. 
 Him Spencer eyed, and at his reeling head 
 Levelled the bow ; the whizzing arrow sped 
 Between the eye and nose, the nerves unstrung, 
 Rushed through the head, and grimly quivering hung ; 
 The bleeding eyeball issues from the wound ; 
 Supine the warrior tumbles to the ground. 
 Brave Bird beheld, and kindling at the sight 
 His marshalled Albions thundered to the fight, 
 Spencer his aim ; full at the hero's heart 
 Twice fifteen guns their fiery shower dart ; 
 Forward he falls, his face turned to the foe. 
 His right still grasps the dart, his left the bow. 
 Thus the grim lion, undisturbed by fears. 
 Though pierced all through with closely trembling 
 
 spears. 
 No step retreats, but opes his lordly breast 
 To newer wounds, till in his heart impressed 
 His dauntless soul they free, and sink his corse to rest. 
 
 Around the dead the madding tumult grows. 
 In wild confusion mingle friends and foes ; 
 
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62 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 Roused to revenge by heaps of stricken braves 
 
 On either white the tawny savage raves. 
 
 As the fierce tiger driven from his den 
 
 By yelping dogs and troops of arm^d men, 
 
 Though herds of sanguine leopards quickly grow 
 
 Around his side to fight the common foe, 
 
 Spurns every aid that alien succor lends, 
 
 And all but tiger to his fury bends : 
 
 So the wild Indian, when with rage he burns. 
 
 None but his own amid the host discerns ; 
 
 Or Briton or Hesperian be the white, 
 
 An equal wrath inflames the hated sight. 
 
 Thus on themselves Britannia's leaguers call 
 
 Th' inhuman rage roused for another's fall. 
 
 While bitter factions more than tyrant's love 
 
 Her recreant minions to the combat move : 
 
 Bach loyal wretch his former neighbor's fame 
 
 In yonder patriot sees and his own shame. 
 
 There on the ground in death's fierce struggle clasped 
 
 The lifeless combatants still firmly grasped 
 
 Each other's hair, and at each other's breast 
 
 The reeking weapon undissevered pressed. 
 
 So when the lion and the tiger meet. 
 
 Too noble that, too fierce this to retreat, 
 
 Their power the same, awhile they sternly stare 
 
 In challenge mute, then cleave the separate air 
 
DEATH OF HERKIMER. 63 
 
 With levelled paw ; their striped and yellow hides 
 
 Give the black gore ; bare lie their panting sides ; 
 
 They cuff, they roar, they tear, they cut, they strike 
 
 With equal force, with rage impelled alike ; 
 
 Till fastening on the neck's arterial vein 
 
 Dying and dead locked fast they thunder to the plain. 
 
 Insatiate thus the bloody combat burns 
 While noon to eve the flying orb returns. 
 Already Britain's rangers drop their guns, 
 Avoidless death the fiercest Indian shuns ; 
 Sudden from Schuyler's walls quick thunders sound, 
 From every side foes seem to rush around: 
 On green and red-clad troops a deadly fright 
 Falls with the clap ; they rush to vulgar flight. 
 Mohawk and Seneca despairing cry: 
 '' Oonah I Oonah !" and to the forest fly ; 
 E'en Brant and Red-Coat shudder at the fray, 
 Beat their rough breasts, and yelling dash away. 
 America's unconquered braves surround 
 Their dying leader glorious on the ground. 
 *' General!" they cry; *'our country's field is won!" 
 *' Thank God !" he sighs; *'no more desires her son. 
 Hand me the flag !" He pressed it to his breast, 
 Kissed the loved sign, and calmly sunk to rest. 
 Where is his grave ? In every patriot's heart. 
 What monumental words his deeds impart ? 
 
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 '* Brave Herkimer, Oriska's hero, first 
 The gloomy scene of northern wars reversed, 
 Who not for gain, but for his country's love, 
 Oppression fought ; his only prize above!" 
 Immortal Washington thus spake his praise, 
 Whose words transcend e'en Alleghania's lays, 
 
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THE GREEN MOUNTAINS. 66 
 
 CANTO VI. 
 
 Green Mountains! how your sight my boyhood 
 
 cheered, 
 When clad in Fancy's tinctured robe appeared 
 Your rounded summits lifting to the skies 
 Those lordly trees whose garb no winter dies I 
 Enraptured gazed I on your winding creeks 
 Bounding from rock to rock in playsome freaks 
 Adown your sloping sides, then moving slow 
 In silver clearness through the vales below. 
 But fairer far appeared your virgin scene, 
 With brighter rapture glowed my bardic mien, 
 When all along your verdant woodlands rung 
 Our Freedom's war-drum, and like pines upsprung 
 From every peak your ardent Boys to trace 
 In mountain chivalry their warlike race 
 From Caledonia's highland chiefs of yore. 
 Whose shrill horn silenced all Britannia's roar. 
 Immortal race ! whose sons in Stark return 
 On Bennington the Bruce of Bannockburn ! 
 
 Vermont's fair sister, she whom wanderers name 
 America's Helvetia, with the same 
 
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66 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 TJpsoaring mountains decked, whose honors white 
 The gazer's eye and reader's mind delight, 
 Bore Stark to Freedom. Him while still a boy 
 The hunter's rambles and adventures joy: 
 Up Merrimac's clear stream his skiff to row 
 And draw the salmon from his ooze below, 
 Or roam the shades of Strafford's forests drear 
 And track the footprints of the flying deer. 
 Nor savage beasts his boyish ardor stay ; 
 More savage men entice him to the fray. 
 As pristine Sparta taught her hopeful race 
 First to essay th' adventures of the chase ; 
 To spread the net, to shape the barbed dart. 
 To draw the bow (first parts of sylvan art). 
 The bounding stag to press along the shore. 
 Perched on the cliff to face the bristling boar ; 
 Then on marauding bands their valor proved. 
 And last their arms against the phalanx moved : 
 So her fair daughter, my unequalled land, 
 To th' arm of soldier nursed the angler's hand ; 
 From trout to deer, from beast to manly foe, 
 To gun and cannon from the line and bow 
 She trained her offspring, while the glorious State 
 Formed fast divinely by the hand of Fate. 
 Thus grew my Stark, inured to early strife. 
 His home the forest, jeopardy his life. 
 
EARLY CAREER OF STARK. G7 
 
 Not yet his sixteenth winter's frosts he bore, 
 
 When on Winnipiseogee's northern shore 
 
 While for the furry game he spread the snare, 
 
 Sudden a weighty hand griped fast his hair ; 
 
 And looking up twelve braves he eyed around, 
 
 Who quickly bound him thrust unto the ground. 
 
 Thence to their home, where meet two rivers bright, 
 
 Francis the less, the greater Lawrence hight. 
 
 Was dragged the beardless youth, and for six weeks 
 
 Pained with the savages' inhuman freaks. 
 
 Released with price enormous from the band 
 
 By Massachusetts' ever friendly hand 
 
 He toiled to pay his ransom by the chase 
 
 Of Androscoggin's fur-prized beaver-race. 
 
 Then pealed the nobler call — ah, nobler far 
 
 Than ever summoned heroes to the war ! ^ 
 
 Severely cultured Stark at once the call 
 
 Obeyed, and hastened to the tyrant's fall. 
 
 To Medford's field, up Bunker's Hill he sprung ; 
 
 From ice-clogged Delaware his triumph rung. 
 
 Vermont now travails to complete his fame, 
 
 Inscribing on her highest cliff his name ; 
 
 That when the wanderer views her Mountains Green, 
 
 A monumental Stark may daze his mien. 
 
 What sped contending armies to yon heights 
 So long reposing in secure delights ? 
 
68 ALLEGHANIA, 
 
 Wild rumor talked to Burgoyne's willing ears 
 
 Of numerous war-horses and fattened steers, 
 
 Of maize, wheat, barley heaped in massive stores, 
 
 Of cannon-chariots ranged in fifty scores — 
 
 All congregated in small Bennington, 
 
 The wealthiest spot warmed by Hesperian sun. 
 
 Quick as the bruit the Briton urged away 
 
 His motley minions on th' enticing prey. 
 
 In vain he urged, when Baum sedate and slow 
 
 Such hybrids led against one ardent foe. 
 
 Tenscore dragoons limped on without a steed 
 
 (The steeds still grazed on Bennington's fat mead). 
 
 Of Hanau fifty tugged two brazen guns, 
 
 As many marksmen joined of Albion's sons, 
 
 Twice fifty Tories and Canadians drew 
 
 With hundred Indians mixed in one wild crew. 
 
 Such moved Britannia's glory, whom ere long 
 
 With tardy Breymann tracked an equal throng ; 
 
 So slow their march, that for one weary mile 
 
 A tedious hour their Hessian footsteps while. 
 
 But zeal impetuous the warriors fires 
 Whom love of country and of home inspires. 
 Scarce Cambridge shook with Baum's unformed alarms 
 Than all Vermont and Hampshire flew to arms. 
 From every cliff of Mountains Green and White 
 The rural patriot rushes to the fight. 
 
BATTLE OF BENNINGTON. 69 
 
 Thus Cincinnatus leaning on his spade, 
 
 Roused at the call his threatened country made, 
 
 Shook off the dust, and : ** Haste, Racilia !'' cried ; 
 
 '*My toga bring!" Th' obsequious partner sighed, 
 
 Yet not restrained his higher love ; away 
 
 The rustic hero thundered to the fray : 
 
 So great in war, scarce thence of ^quian race 
 
 On Anio's stream remained a single trace. 
 
 All hail, ye Roman Goddesses I who bore 
 
 Such Cincinnati to our blessed shore ! 
 
 From olden monuments, my Maid divine. 
 Record some names of that heroic line ! 
 With hundred men from Berkshire Symonds sped, 
 A double force the gallant Nichols led, 
 Hubbard and Stickney joined with power the same. 
 Three hundred more with valorous Herrick came ; 
 Still on the march brave Warner's Hampshire toils. 
 Though not too late to reap the glorious spoils ; 
 Stark led the van; whatever be other names. 
 All were Americans, all Freedom claims. 
 
 Th' auspicious day appeared. No cloudy bars 
 Closed the blue sky farewelling night's last stars. 
 Green Mountain's pine-tops first the golden rays 
 Caught on their branches laughing in the blaze. 
 As smiles a maiden rosy-cheeked and fair 
 When darts a splendor from her pearly hair. 
 
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 Brighter and brighter glowed the mountain's head, 
 Till through the trees opposed the God-Son spread 
 His spotless bosom partly veiled, then raised 
 His flaming eyes, and on the valley gazed 
 In proud survey ; where eager for his light 
 The bold Hesperians panting sought the fight. 
 Pleased at their wish Apollo quickly reared 
 His form on high, and all displayed appeared. 
 Full thousand tongues his bright assistance hail : 
 Now to the fight I no more restraints avail I 
 Stark mounts his war-horse, draws his trusty sword, 
 His eager warriors fires with Spartan word : 
 *^ Now on, my men! The red-coats there you see ! 
 Ere night they fall, or ground their arms, or flee ; 
 Else Molly's love must ever grieve for me !'' 
 No shouts arise ; for all their chief obeyed, 
 Intent to conquer with the martial Maid. 
 Sure source of triumph 1 They who rashly throw 
 By Mars impelled their vigor on the foe, 
 Can seldom conquer ; only countless graves 
 Mark either host, when Enyalius raves. 
 But when Minerva lifts her prudent spear, 
 The fiercest foe is struck with powerless fear; 
 By her assisted Diomed e'en won 
 Th' unequal strife o'er Jove's immortal son ; 
 Full at the God the daring weapon flew, 
 From his rent groin the blood celestial drew ; 
 
BATTLE OF BENNINGTON, U 
 
 Mad with the pain fierce Mavors roared aloud, 
 And fled in shame behind Olympus' cloud. 
 Thus fame and glory grace Minerva's sons 
 From ancient Ithaci to modern Washingtons. 
 Stark not the least : by her inspired he sent 
 His soldiers singly round the battlement 
 By Albion's host raised on the sloping hill 
 Whose basis laves Walloomscoick's winding rill. 
 Like farmers clad, when in the sunburnt fields 
 They cut the crops that bounteous Ceres yields, 
 With guns in hand, no bayonets attached, 
 They stole around the hill in bands detached. 
 Nichols' and Herrick's men thus toward the rear 
 Approached ; two hundred more in front drew near 
 By Hubbard led and Stickney. Not a sign 
 Of hostile strategy the foes divine. 
 Unskilful Skene convinced phlegmatic Baum, 
 They were but loyal farmers who had come 
 From far and near his shelter to request. 
 Thus blinds imprudence whom the Gods detest. 
 
 But Nature's sons, in circumvention nursed, 
 The happy stratagem eftsoons dispersed. 
 *'The woods are full of Yankees I" ring their yells 
 In fiendish discord with their jingling bells 
 (Strange tocsins !) ; from the mound they rush between 
 The rural patriots now unmasked seen. 
 
72 ALLEOHANIA. 
 
 In vain to safety urge their nimble feet ; 
 A blood-drenched pathway marks their base retreat. 
 Ignoble Ottawas 1 no daring hand 
 Could shame eternal banish from your band ? 
 In favoring splendor on his noonday throne 
 The gold-haired Godhead now serenely shone ; 
 When toward the foe confused with dire alarm 
 Stark high in air upraised his valorous arm : 
 *^ Forward 1'^ he cried ; and all in front and rear, 
 On right and left, the surging squadrons near. 
 As up the cliffs that skirt Jamaica's shores 
 The direful hurricane tumultuous roars, 
 The huge mahoganies their sturdy age 
 In vain oppose, they crumble 'neath his rage : 
 Thus on the Briton's close and frowning stakes 
 Our highland host with crushing fury breaks. 
 The rampire falls ; swift o'er the smoking space 
 Vermont the foe encounters face to face. 
 Nor stakes nor mounds the leaden death arrest ; 
 Free leaps the ball straight at the soldier's breast. 
 Should Jove his thunder ceaselessly prolong 
 For two full hours, thus stopless and thus long 
 The cannon's roar, the musket's clicking shook 
 The downtrod hill, the blood-discolored brook. 
 Baum bravely stood ; though wavering and slow 
 In open war he never turned from foe. 
 
DEATH OF BAUM, 73 
 
 His cannon twain upreared on high supplied 
 Full hundred guns, and all the host defied. 
 Stark saw indignantly, and calling loud 
 His highland boys rushed on the fire-charged cloud 
 Scarce eight yards distant ; down the cannoneers 
 Dropped on their brands, and swift the mountaineers 
 Manned the fierce thunder. All unarmed the foe 
 Now fly dispersed and seek the woods below. 
 Baum only stands ; too brave to spurn the field. 
 Too proud a soldier e'en in death to yield, 
 He whirls his sword against the victors all. 
 Bold, though in vain ; fast flies the deadly ball 
 Into his noble heart ; prone to the ground 
 He falls, in shades eternal wrapped around. 
 
 Yet Liberty for fairer triumph longed. 
 While Sol attentive still his light prolonged. 
 Scarce Baum's defeat all Bennington had cheered, 
 When lumbering Breymann on the field appeared 
 With twice two hundred Hessians, quickly swelled 
 By sorry fugitives with hope impelled. 
 Stark first beheld ; at once the alarum pealed, 
 And called the victors scattered o'er the field 
 In quest of booty ; quick they rally round 
 Their stalwart captain thundering from the mound : 
 *' On, boys, for Warner haste I or we'll lose all I" 
 Brave Warner just came up to hear his call. 
 
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*14: ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 With generous zeal his youthful soldiers glow 
 
 To whet, though late, their courage on the foe. 
 
 Nor vain their zeal, nor their assistance late ; 
 
 Without their arms what might have been our fate ? 
 
 Our victors wearied, scattered o'er the field 1 
 
 The sturdy Hessians suddenly revealed ! 
 
 But Warner's mountaineers all fresh, though few, 
 
 Like hungry lions on the hybrids flew. 
 
 Then rose each highland youth (I give no name ; 
 
 For all were heroes, all my homage claim!) 
 
 In heavenly power (which the Gods bestow). 
 
 And with one shock hurled all the foe below. 
 
 No valorous thought these timid bosoms swelled, 
 
 They only fled and stumbled, bled and yelled. 
 
 From field to wood, from vale to hill they ran. 
 
 The bravest hero he that led the van. 
 
 Yet Breymann felt a spark of soldier pride, 
 
 And now and then would turn the coward tide 
 
 Back on the foe and to the combat force ; 
 
 Thus sudden checked gr-eat Stark's impetuous horse 
 
 Met the swift death, with mute afi*ection eyed 
 
 His noble master, gasped once more, and died. 
 
 Incensed the chieftain flew on foot along, 
 
 Broke each attack, and swelled the dying throng ; 
 
 Till Phoebus pleased withdrew his final ray, 
 
 And peaceful night suppressed the bloody fray. 
 
SURRENDER OF BURGOYNE. 75 
 
 Then fair Yermont, secure from dreaded foes, 
 Her valiant sons invited to repose. 
 Gates plucked the fruit of Stark and Herkimer 
 In vaunting Burgoyne eft as prisoner 
 Driven with his northern host's depressed remains 
 Beneath the yoke on Saratoga's plains. 
 There stands the trophy ; but the spoils were won 
 At dark Oriska and bright Bennington. 
 
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 CANTO VII. 
 
 Oh, Alleghania I if for bardic lore 
 
 Harsh words and low revilement oft I bore, 
 
 If for the Muses' and my country's love 
 
 I never flinched my zealousness to prove ; * 
 
 Now that thy presence half my toils hath blessed, 
 
 Guide me, oh guide me still throughout the rest ! 
 
 Naught more I dread than in so grand a theme % 
 
 Aught trivial should obscure thy heavenly gleam. 
 
 Raise then my thoughts, and first incite me on ^ 
 
 To press the prints of godlike Washington. 
 
 In Fabian arts, so little wont to cheer 
 A headlong senator, had passed the year. 
 "I cannot bear," cried Adams, *^who advise 
 This shifting war our modern Fabius tries I" 
 "Thee, Gates I" bawled Lovell, "all the people claim; 
 Not him who wheels and turns with coward shame 1" 
 Gates pleasing heard : a selfish upstart, all 
 Intent to rise upon a better's fall. 
 His country's fate a frivolous affair 
 Appeared to him, could he but freely share 
 
WASHINOTON'S DIFFICULTIES. 77 
 
 The highest honors and the fattest spoils ; 
 
 For this he bore whatever of warfare's toils. 
 
 Intriguers never grumbling creatures need : 
 
 Wayne, Mifflin, Conway, Sullivan and Reed 
 
 With babbling Wilkinson in low cabal 
 
 Joined jealous Gates to urge the hero's fall. 
 
 Thus by great chiefs and senators opposed 
 
 The undiverted leader still reposed 
 
 In calm divine ; his trust in God above, 
 
 His faith unshaken in his people's love. 
 
 From warrior, patriot rose one mighty voice : 
 
 '^None but our Washington shall be our choice!" 
 
 When through the ranks he passed sedate and high, 
 
 Love filial sparkled in each soldier's eye. 
 
 When rumor spread the general was near, 
 
 Crowds filled the roads his sweet approach to cheer. 
 
 E'en Britain looked with undissembled frown 
 
 On bloody Brandy wine and Germantown; 
 
 Where, though superior numbers forced retreat, 
 
 To them adhered the stigma of defeat. 
 
 Truth, Hope and Love inwreathed their fairest bay 
 
 Round him who saved his country by delay. 
 
 But now bleak winter bade the battle cease. 
 And seek a shelter in his dreary peace. 
 The city fair, whose slumbers first awoke 
 That magic word which slavery's shackles broke, 
 
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78 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 Now gave, alas I (thus cruel Fates decreed !) 
 
 A snug abode to Albion's motley breed. 
 
 Here in a dome, there in a sacred fane 
 
 The snorting war-horse champed the golden grain ; 
 
 Soldier and strumpet stained in lustful ball 
 
 The reverend floor of Independence Hall ; 
 
 While Howe, secluded from true valor's fame, 
 
 In Andre's pageant glorified his shame. 
 
 Away from these, my Muse I and lead me where 
 
 Our brave Hesperians winter's horrors bear I 
 
 Twice myriad paces from the foe's abode 
 
 On Schuylkill's western bank the Chester road 
 
 Reveals a valley, then with trees o'erspread 
 
 Of massive height and thickness. Thither led 
 
 By ever anxious Washington our few 
 
 Surviving warriors raised their homesteads new. 
 
 Past 'neath their axe the towering forest dropped 
 
 This way and that ; the trunks, shorn bare and lopped 
 
 Of branchy crowns, upraised a square-like frame 
 
 Formed rudely grand ; hewn into slabs the same 
 
 Fixed on green rafters made the roof; with clay 
 
 Were filled the openings, winter's blasts to stay ; 
 
 Logs likewise covered o'er with slimy earth 
 
 A chimney formed to ope the genial hearth. 
 
 Thus hundred cabins in two toilsome days 
 
 Our hardy patriots then could ably raise. 
 
EPISODE OF LAODON AND ANELLA. 70 
 
 Ah I how they needed those now scorned abodes I 
 For miles around were stained the frozen roads 
 With blood that trickled from their shoeless feet. 
 No clothes they had to ward the icy sleet 
 From off their naked breasts, no tents to keep 
 Away the storm, no blankets for their sleep. 
 Now by their toils and tender chieftain's care 
 Somewhat at least of comfort they could share : 
 Though stretched on rough-hewn logs, the homely roof 
 Shut out the snow and kept the storm aloof; 
 And all exposed their breasts and wounded feet 
 Could feel the blessings of the log-fire's heat. 
 Among those faces, some with many a scar 
 Made reverend, others scarcely tanned by war, 
 One with superior features marked I meet, 
 Pale, thin and worn, sad, resolute, yet sweet 
 To all surrounding ; whatsoever grief 
 That youthful brow may darken, for relief 
 It looketh elsewhere, nor with private pain 
 Will for a moment social mirth restrain. 
 All knew the youth ; Laodon was his name ; 
 Six months had passed since to their ranks he came 
 From Susquehanna's grove-clad fields to dare 
 The foe, and Chester's bloody toils to share. 
 Loved by his general, by all revered 
 For modest courage, yet to none appeared 
 
80 ALLEGIIANIA, 
 
 The cause whence sadness often gloomed his face ; 
 
 For none his previous hidden life could trace. 
 
 A maiden young and fair, Anella hight, 
 
 For years had been his love and sole delight. 
 
 Blue were her eyes, her cheeks like roses red, 
 
 Her Grecian mouth a blooming fragrance shed ; 
 
 In light-brown ringlets fell her silken hair 
 
 A down her neck like ivory smooth and fair ; 
 
 Her hands were white and soft ; her little feet 
 
 Scarce touched the ground, they were so light and fleet 
 
 In gait all noble ; slender, full of grace 
 
 Her form of artifice shunned every trace. 
 
 As God had made her, such she was ; untried 
 
 Were duly scorned by her those charms applied 
 
 T^ allure the fop with fineries and slimes 
 
 By maids as live in these degenerate times. 
 
 Hence eke intent her love to none t^ impart 
 
 But such whose manly form a noble heart 
 
 Bore to return a like, though many came, 
 
 None but Laodon won her virgin flame. 
 
 Already Hymen's blissful hour drew nigh, 
 
 When Howe's near host dissevered every tie. 
 
 Their fields and hearths from war's distress to spare 
 
 Each man and youth must battle's horrors share. 
 
 Laodon warmed the dire appeal t' obey. 
 
 Impelled by Freedom to the doubtful fray. 
 
EPISODE OF LAODON AND ANELLA. 81 
 
 Nor sweet Anella, though intense alarm 
 Shook all her frame, withheld his generous arm. 
 Her country's weal required the sacrifice ; 
 She gave her all, though death requite the price. 
 Thus suddenly their breasts were torn apart, 
 But not their hearts; they had one only heart, 
 Which beat alike on Susquehanna's vale, 
 On Chester's fields and in his dreary swale. 
 He who can love, no more will marvel now 
 Anella's grief, Laodon's clouded brow. 
 
 One gloomy morn, with sorrow rent his heart, 
 He left his comrades, and withdrew apart 
 To where a rocky-bedded streamlet rills 
 Atween a glen o'ercapped by wooded hills. 
 There on a rock he sat him down immersed 
 In tearful dole, and all his woes rehearsed ; 
 First lowly sighing, then, as if to vent 
 His burdened soul, thus spake his soft lament : 
 
 *' Oh cruel Zephyr, thou, whose happy gales 
 Waft hourly o'er fair Susquehanna's vales! 
 Hast thou not told them to inquire for me 
 Of her whom vainly I desire to see ? 
 Fast on they rush, unmindful of my fears ; 
 They have no heart for lovers' sighs and tears. 
 
 *' Here in laments I waste the days so long. 
 In tearful sighs the sleepless nights prolong; 
 
82 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 Oh, my Anella ! couldst but thou be here, 
 How changed would all the gloomy world appear! 
 Then days and nights would alway be too brief; 
 I scarce should know the very sense of grief. 
 
 *' What pure delights late summer's evening beam 
 Viewed shed o'er us, as seated by the stream 
 Low murmuring on we twined our longing arms 
 In blissful love, rapt in each other's charms I 
 All shone serene, life's future brewed no cloud ; 
 Now all is dark, hope withers in her shroud. 
 
 '* Were I a youth like many youths have been, 
 Wert thou a maid like many maids are seen, — 
 Change might allure our eyes to other sights. 
 Divert our hearts to other soft delights ; — 
 But no ! spare my distress ! what have I said ? 
 Heaven knows ! our hearts are one, alive or dead. 
 
 ''In thee, Anella I all my soul's at rest, 
 My thoughts and wishes never leave thy breast. 
 Thou know'st how well we alway could agree, 
 How oft thou saidst : ' God made me all for thee I' 
 Oh, come, Anella ! come ! I rush away ; 
 I must see thee, or perish on the way!" 
 
 He started up, when suddenly a hand 
 Dropped on his shoulder, and a whisper bland 
 Said: ''My Laodon!" Scarcely spoke, he knew 
 That gentle voice, and in a moment flew 
 
EPISODE OF LAODON AND ANELLA, 83 
 
 Into his own Anella's arms, there lay 
 In speechless rapture, who can e'er portray ? 
 Or give those words in joyful tears impressed. 
 When words could rise from either blissful breast ? 
 Then, nor till then, the careful maid untied 
 The full portmanteau lying by her side : 
 Too well she knew the soldier's sad distress 
 In wintry camp from want of wholesome dress ; 
 And hence, e'er anxious for her love, she brought 
 Him garments warm herself had neatly wrought. 
 Warm is a garb a mother's love returns, 
 But when a maiden gives it, then it burns ; 
 Through wildest storms, though linen be the dress, 
 Warmed from the heart that lov^d youth can press. 
 Such was my sweet Anella's gift : — if aught 
 In this digression some deem trivial, naught 
 Will more than it pour balm into the wound 
 Of those distressed who, like myself, have found 
 One only friend in this wide world, but she 
 Was more than all the selfish world to me. 
 Oh, love 1 when thou this episode shalt read. 
 Thy tender tear shall be my priceless meed ; 
 Secure of thee my troubled brow shall rest, 
 When storms assail me, on thy soothing breast! 
 
 Yet Freedom's cause for those, whose valorous names 
 Now sleep oblivious, such slight tribute claims. 
 
84 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 Laodon and Anella are not new; 
 Her love, his bravery in hundred view 
 Who toiled as much, and oft effected more 
 Than those whose fame stirs every sea and shore ; 
 Whom godlike Washington supremely loved, 
 As most in Freedom's hour of danger proved. 
 One such Laodon hurls to endless shame 
 Lee, Conway, Gates, and all that be the same; 
 Whom may the Gods in adamantine chains 
 Bind, that their sprites may never soil our plains ! 
 
 But turn thine eye, and pleased behold a Lee 
 Whose youthful bosom nursed no treachery! 
 To him, the son of her whose beauty charmed 
 His youthhood first, our generous leader warmed 
 With stronger tie, as in those wintry days 
 The light-horse youth dispersed the foe's forays. 
 Shame keened their swords, and with two hundred 
 
 strong, 
 While morn's cold haze enwrapped the hills along, 
 Sudden upon his scanty force they flew : i 
 
 He quick into a storehouse near withdrew 
 His startled braves ; thence through the windows 
 
 shed 
 Such murdering volleys, that the hill o'erspread 
 With dead and wounded eft th' insulting foe 
 Shook proudly spurning to the vales below. 
 
PHILANTHROPISTS OF EUROPE. 85 
 
 Headlong their flight, and with their glittering spoils 
 Lee soothed the patriots' boreal pains and toils. 
 His meed to shine as major in the ranks, 
 But greater prize to gain his generaPs thanks. 
 
 When now at last the gloomy winter waned, 
 So often in his slaughtering rage restrained 
 By him whose tenderness, parental more 
 Than any sirens, his children's sorrows bore, — 
 Truth gently scattered envy's discontent, 
 Broke smoothly off from royalty's battlement 
 Each frowning rock, and all around earth's sphere 
 Upraised her champions Freedom's cause to cheer. 
 Then e'en rebellious chieftains longed to see 
 Our chief again the leader of the free. 
 Then rose unfeared from London's senate halls 
 The dying Chatham's patriotic calls. 
 From Gallia's schools, no longer duped to bear 
 Despotic rule, uprose the great Voltaire. 
 Then Mirabeau humane th' inhuman trade 
 Of German kinglings like a mountain stayed, 
 Kant, Lessing spoke philanthropy's sweet praise, 
 By Goethe, Schiller tuned to silver lays. 
 Each country longed for despotism's fall. 
 For Freedom rang from every clime the call ; 
 But to our shores she urged the patriots all 
 
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86 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 CANTO VIII. 
 
 What heart, or vigorous or worn, but hails 
 
 The genial spring, whose tender hand unveils 
 
 Earth's fairest beauties from the gelid hue 
 
 Of dreary winter to our longing view I 
 
 Then fervid youthhood even's balmy hour 
 
 Devotes to Yenus in the woodbine bower ; 
 
 Then frosty age unmoved by softer charms 
 
 Full in the sun his limbs delighted warms. 
 
 All throb with joy, but most those stricken hearts 
 
 Whom winter pierced with penury's cold darts ; 
 
 As were our heroes in the valley drear 
 
 With naught but Nature's scanty aids to cheer, 
 
 How gleamed their eyes, when from the smouldering 
 
 hearth 
 Their feet stood warmed upon the green-turfed earth I 
 Now on the foe I while heaven and earth assist I 
 For battle's smoke we leave th' encampment's mist; 
 Nor while we breathe from Freedom's cause desist ! 
 
 Yet, gentle spring, ah, why in thy sweet breath 
 Should hundred lips inhale the bane of death ? 
 
MASSACRE OF WYOMING. 87 
 
 And death so cruel, that my spirit reels 
 
 In dire alarm, and all my blood congeals 1 
 
 Fiend, charged by Heaven with helPs malign control I 
 
 Again thy fury waked in Brant's fierce soul ; 
 
 Again thy bastard, Butler, fired his aids 
 
 Of lustful Tories on defenceless maids ; 
 
 Again thy green-clad Johnson stormed to bring 
 
 His reeking scalps to Britain's lawless king. 
 
 Fair Wyoming ! thee threats the bloody storm, 
 
 Thee brightly decked in Nature's fairest form ; 
 
 Laid like a Goddess by that river's side. 
 
 Whom, when I first beheld serenely glide 
 
 Upon his rocky bed 'tween fields of maize 
 
 And pine-topped hills enwrapped in morning's haze, 
 
 I thought e'en more delightsome than the stream 
 
 Whose murmur first awaked my childish dream. 
 
 But why should I attempt to paint thy scene, 
 
 Or tell thy human angels, pure, serene ? 
 
 When gentle Campbell sung thy beauties all, 
 
 Thy lovely Gertrude, and thy doleful falL 
 
 My Muse impels me quickly to relate 
 
 The ruthless carnage and thy horrid fate. 
 
 As when Helvetia's guileless swains repose 
 In some green dale that snow-capt Alps inclose. 
 Sudden a rushing thunder rolls on high : 
 " Oh, God 1 the avalanche 1" the shepherds cry; 
 
88 ALLEGIIANIA. 
 
 And ere their lips have closed, one horrid pall 
 
 Of hugy snow has sepulchred them all: — 
 
 Thus suddenly our peaceful Wyoming 
 
 Shook with wild yells, and saw all round upspring 
 
 Like demons loosened from Tartarean chains, 
 
 Relentless savages poured on their plains. 
 
 *' The Indians I" rang the shriek; but faster far 
 
 Rolled on in blood and flames th' inhuman war. 
 
 Bent on their plows were laboring farmers crushed ; 
 
 Their wives and children to their houses rushed, 
 
 Pursued as swiftly ; wrapt in flames their lives 
 
 Paid dire atonement for defrauded knives. 
 
 In vain brave Zebulon his yeomen few 
 
 Unskilled against the slaughtering squadrons drew ; 
 
 Like wheat that 'neath the reaper's scythe is cropped 
 
 Line after line, heap swelling heap, they dropped 
 
 Beneath the stony hatchet and the knife 
 
 Whose rage e'en rests not with departed life. 
 
 Thus sunk thy last resource, disastrous vale ! 
 
 If arms oppose not, what can tears avail 
 
 Against inhuman foes, who bear no love 
 
 Except for blood, nor dread the Powers above ? 
 
 In woful flight athwart the Mountains Blue 
 
 The scattered remnant, wives and children, flew 
 
 To where thy patriots, generous Delaware I 
 
 Their homesteads with the homeless sufferers share. 
 
REVENGE ON THE SENEGAS. 89 
 
 While hapless Wyoming, so fair before, 
 Now lies a waste distained with fire and gore : 
 Not till nor man nor beast nor house remain 
 Back to their northern hold withdrew the barbarous 
 train. 
 Yet think not, savages, no vengeful hand 
 Will rise in terror on your lawless band I 
 When shrieks of helpless wives and children rise, 
 Shall not both tears and wi^ath inflame the eyes 
 Of him who bore a father's tender heart 
 Within a breast no foe's alarm could thwart? 
 Scarce spring again portentous fates awoke 
 Than on doomed Seneca the vengeance broke. 
 Sent by great Washington t' appease the dead 
 The fiery Sullivan his legion led 
 Up Susquehanna's mournful vale, still traced 
 With ashy piles, with clotted gore defaced, 
 To where the murderers, steeped in revelry, 
 Enjoyed the spoils of bleeding misery. 
 They hear th' alarm, their savage war-whoop ring, 
 Their hatchets lift, and to the combat spring. 
 Ah, vain your valor fierce I when martial foes, 
 Not armless yeomanry, their ranks oppose. 
 Corse stretched on corse they press th' ensanguined 
 
 ground. 
 The rest fly headlong to the woods around ; 
 
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90 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 Nor there secure ; o'er hill, through glen pursued; 
 
 With barbarous gore their country lies bestrewed. 
 
 One direful waste all Seneca o'erspread, 
 
 Like Wyoming, a region of the dead. 
 
 Homes smouldering low, fields shorn of wholesome 
 
 grain, 
 Trees cropped of fruit, e'en grass singed off the 
 
 plain ; 
 All razed whence man his sustenance must gain. 
 Thus due return for Wyoming was made ; — 
 Sad vengement ! yet not else could be delayed 
 Promiscuous carnage, nor the cruel foe 
 Be forced to war like men that mercy know. 
 But raise thine eyes, and see a nobler feat 
 Of patriot valor mark the foe's defeat I 
 Where mighty Hudson rolls his waves betwixt 
 The rocky Highlands like a rampire fixed 
 To stay Atlantic's desolating sails 
 From spreading woe on fair Ontario's vales. 
 All-potent art, by Washington designed. 
 Had still more dreadful their resistance lined. 
 Two frowning clifi's, the eastern Verplanck called, 
 The western Rockpoint, all approach appalled, 
 So closely bedded adverse ; and when manned 
 With bristling cannon and a numerous band, 
 Could baffle siege how well soever planned. 
 
THE AMERICAN GIBRALTAR, 91 
 
 Thus Washington's great scheme ; — but scarce a few 
 
 Works had been reared, when Albion's war-ships drew 
 
 Her mighty legions up the Highland stream, 
 
 And for a time delayed the well-planned scheme, 
 
 To prosper it the more eftsoons ; for flushed 
 
 With momentary victory they rushed 
 
 Up the embattled cliffs with all their power, 
 
 Pilled every rent, and finished every tower. 
 
 Both frowned like Gods upon the humbled stream. 
 
 Or like those rocks whose adverse bulwarks gleam 
 
 On Spain's far strait, by great Alcides reared 
 
 As trophies when his barge he thither steered. 
 
 But Verplanck Abyla's less grandeur chose ; 
 
 Like Calpe unsubdued high Rockpoint rose 
 
 In potent majesty : front, either side 
 
 Stood proudly washed by Hudson's crystal tide ; 
 
 Close to the rear stretched out a deep-sunk fen 
 
 O'er which a causeway led for shipless men, 
 
 Yet oft laid low beneath the rising flood. 
 
 When like a Cyclades the rampire stood. 
 
 High parapets and towers the summit crowned, 
 
 With mighty culverins close levelled round ; 
 
 While midway down the steep declivity 
 
 Stretched round the rock two lines of abatis, 
 
 Defying more than even walls the foe. 
 
 Huge ships of war ploughed thundering below 
 
92 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 Six hundred men now formed the guarding band 
 Obeying Johnson's resolute command. 
 
 Meantime great Washington with grief surveyed 
 His rock-built hope 'neath Britain's talons laid. 
 " Shall yonder fields, scarce rescued from the foe, 
 By rampant war again be trodden low ? 
 Come, daring Wayne I if fearless deeds thee move, ' 
 Here is the feat that shall thy courage prove : 
 This night yon bristling rampire must be ours ! 
 Speak, dar'st thou battle with those vaunting towers ?" 
 Thus spake the first of chiefs ; to whom replied 
 The brave whose heart with peril was allied : 
 '^ General ! thou know'st from danger ne'er I ran ; 
 I'll storm e'en hell, if thou but give the plan I" 
 With pleased affection smiled the godlike chief. 
 He gave his orders clear, determined, brief ; 
 Then joined his soldiers camped up near the stream, 
 While Wayne prepared to execute his scheme. 
 
 'Twas at the hour when mortals eased of care 
 Oblivious slumber's first enjoyment share. 
 When all is silent save the restless breeze 
 With rustling forests mingling colloquies, 
 Or whispering amorous ditties to the stream 
 Whose crystal eyes with charming rapture gleam ; 
 Exulting sped along her starry trace , 
 The lovely moon, and with her smiling face 
 
STORMING OF STONY POINT. 93 
 
 Gazed on three hundred warriors ranged in file 
 Within grim Dunderberg's close-wedged defile. 
 For miles unseen, unheard by lurking spy, 
 Thus far their march had led ; now closely nigh 
 Before them rose the horror-shedding rock. 
 In ignorance proud defying every shock. 
 To hurrying feet appeared no easy mound, 
 Unbarred the waters swept forbidding round. 
 Yet patriot valor scatters every bar, 
 Her march triumphant laboring to mar. 
 Two guards were posted to defend the mound. 
 At unawares they tumble, gagged and bound. 
 Swift o'er the flooded causeway stalks along 
 The line of warriors, eager, bold and strong; 
 So well observant of their captain's word 
 To guard sepulchral silence, none yet heard 
 Of all the foe their coming, still as breath. 
 But like the kamsin, bearing instant death. 
 
 And now the last had crossed the dangerous flood, 
 And all before the beetling headland stood; 
 When dauntless Wayne delivered his command, 
 Dividing right and left his ardent band : 
 Prom either flank the bristling cliff to scale, 
 And joined above bright victory to hail. 
 Himself the right with gallant Fleury sped, 
 Stewart and Posey the left column led. 
 
94 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 Before them stood the hope-forlorn to rush 
 First up the rock the abatis to crush : 
 Twice twenty heroes vowed to death desired, 
 By Knox and Gibbon brotherly inspired. 
 Wayne lifts his sword, and like a single man 
 With levelled bayonets uprolls the van. 
 No fiery ball they sound to wake the night ; 
 The trenchant steel alone must storm the height. 
 Thus fought our fathers in those warlike days, 
 When Gods delighted on their arms to gaze. 
 The polished* greaves their manly legs inclosed, 
 The golden shield whole clouds of darts opposed. 
 High on their brows the steely helmet glanced, 
 Whose sable plumes like war-hawks wildly danced, 
 Close to their left the brazen falchion hung, 
 The right hand high the spear chalybean swung. 
 Oh, Bacon I how Homeric Muses pined 
 At thy invention never struck thy mind ! 
 Yet it was life's preserver (say the wise). 
 And for one's life all epics I despise. 
 On, hope-forlorn I the lower abatis 
 Sinks 'neath their tread, and onward eagerly 
 They press upon the upper, when a flash 
 Darts from above, and rings th' alarming crash. 
 Quick beat the drums, the warriors fly to arms, 
 The guns are manned, the volleyed shower warms: 
 
STORMING OF STONY POINT, 95 
 
 Like hail tempestuous rattling through the sky, 
 Balls, grape-shot, bomb-shells down the mountain fly ; 
 Like towering maize by driven hailstones torn, 
 Bends, totters, breaks, and drops the hope-forlorn. 
 Fifteen among them fall to rise no more, 
 An equal number welter in their gore. 
 Impetuous Wayne the singing lead-stone feels 
 Warmed in his head ; he gazes up and reels 
 In dead-like swoon; two soldiers quickly lend 
 Their gentle arms, and to his wounds attend. 
 Eftsoons he waked and cried : " Come, soldiers, bear 
 Me up the mount; my burial place be there 1'^ 
 They bore him bravely at his column's head, 
 A chief who dying still his warriors led. 
 All Heaven with joy the scene heroic eyed. 
 And to grim Death at once his prize denied. 
 On storm the columns, cannon's roaring breath 
 Returning fast with bayonet^s still death. 
 The walls are reached ; the gallant Fleury first 
 Storms at the gates ; asunder wide they burst ; 
 Down sinks the tyrant's flag ; bold Posey springs 
 Upon the gun-decked rampire ; wildly rings 
 The well-proved watchword: ''Rockpoint is our own!" 
 Between their ranks united Britain's groan 
 Of mad despair arises ; not a foe 
 Escapes to spread their dire defeat below. 
 
96 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 Bat glorious morn beheld our banners gleam 
 High from the rock above the wondering stream, 
 Whose kingly ships quaked 'neath Hesperia's hail 
 So late their own, and turned their tattered sail 
 Adown the river in disastrous wail. 
 
OLYMPUS. 97 
 
 CANTO IX. 
 
 Long had Hesperia borne th' insulting boast 
 Of Albion's navy prowling round her coast: 
 When mounts and fields rang far the foe's defeat 
 Their ocean bulwarks gave a sure retreat, 
 Whence unawares on some defenceless strand 
 They dropped anew to ravage all the land. 
 Hence Falmouth's ashes scattered to the skies, 
 Long Island's woes, Manhattan's doleful cries, 
 Penn's godlike city vulgarly profaned. 
 Savannah's stanch defenders vilely chained. 
 In conscious might the victors swept along 
 Our pillaged realms, whose sons, however strong 
 On field ensanguined, had no ships to brave 
 The fierce marauders on their sheltered wave. 
 
 But sea, like earth, owns Jove's almighty hand. 
 And humbly lists his thundering command. 
 At Alleghania's prayer the blue-eyed Maid, 
 Whom Heaven empowered our struggling arms to aid. 
 Like lightning flew to where Olympus rears 
 His brow ambrosial 'mid empyreal spheres, 
 
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^98 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 So many glittering messengers to bear 
 
 Th^ Almighty^s orders through the boundless air. 
 
 High* on a throne of light reclined the God 
 
 Who rules all being with his simple nod, 
 
 Yet kindly lists to every suppliant's cry, 
 
 However lowly ; none in vain apply. 
 
 But most he loves to grant his heavenly aid 
 
 To those who ask him through the blue-eyed Maid ; 
 
 Whatever his mind, when she before him prays. 
 
 He smiling nods at every word she says. 
 
 Thus now Minerva found her heavenly Sire 
 
 Against foul Catherine breathing deadly ire. 
 
 Who had profaned his shrines with impious thanks 
 
 For those who fell in Poland's patriot ranks. 
 
 At reverent distance veiled she stood aside 
 
 Awaiting his command ; he quickly eyed 
 
 Her modest form, and: ^'Come 1'' he cried; '^draw near 
 
 To ope thy heart I what wills my daughter dear ?" 
 
 Eft at his word with soft and gentle tread 
 
 The Maiden stepped before his throne and said : 
 
 **Almighty Lord of all, to whom alone 
 Belongs the right to hold a regal throne ! 
 How long shall mortals proud usurp thy right. 
 Enslaving fellow-men with cruel might ? 
 Thou justly angered gav'st thy heavenly word 
 Creating equal man, not serf nor lord : 
 
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MINERVA SUPPLICATES JUPITER. 99 
 
 Hesperia first through Despotism's bar 
 
 Should break unchecked, and blazon Freedom's star : 
 
 Whence guided all should haste Oppression's fall, 
 
 And one bright Liberty be shed on all. 
 
 Me thou ordain'dst the noble cause to aid ; 
 
 With joyful heart thy mandate I obeyed. 
 
 Nor adverse Fate our valorous arms has checked, 
 
 With gorgeous spoils each mount and vale lies decked ; 
 
 Already Monarchy shakes with alarms, 
 
 And Europe's patriots haste to join our arms. 
 
 Yet fought in vain our bloody battles seem, 
 
 Still insecure our firesides we must deem. 
 
 While one vast bulwark unsubdued remains 
 
 Whose thunder shatters all our hard-fought gains. 
 
 Britannia's war-ships darkening Atlas' waves, 
 
 What are his shores but patriots' endless graves ? 
 
 Can Lincoln's warriors Carolina's coasts 
 
 Protect from Arbuthnot's amphibious hosts ? 
 
 Must thy own son, immortal Washington, 
 
 Confined, on shore the glorious combat shun. 
 
 And ignorant where the dreaded crew may land 
 
 Roam sadly pressed along the wasted strand ? 
 
 Oh suffer not, almighty Sire, such shame 
 
 To darken longer Freedom's brilliant name ! 
 
 Rouse in her sons the Salaminian fire 
 
 Which saved all Greece from Persia's potent ire, 
 
100 ALLEGHANIA, 
 
 And crowd Atlantic with devoted tars 
 In triumph bearing Appalachians stars !" 
 
 She said, and prayinglj the Godhead eyed, 
 Who beaming love affectionately replied : 
 ^' Thy words, dear daughter, speak my inmost mind ; 
 To aid Hesperia's cause I e'er inclined, 
 Well knowing that of all Tellumo's lands 
 None more than she will listen my commands. 
 But toils herculean wait the generous brave 
 Whom Jove appoints his country's rights to save ; 
 As none can join these blissful ranks of ours 
 Unless he fight and crush th' infernal powers. 
 Thus wills my mind eterne ; and hence the woes 
 That oft have hindered and will yet oppose 
 America's bright Freedom ; but the chime 
 Knolls fast the end of Tyranny's long time. 
 Thou askest aid to crush th' insulting foe 
 Whose vaunting sails on every ocean blow : — 
 Already roused at my command to war 
 Britannia's prows upsprings the sturdy tar, 
 Unconquered Jones, by me decreed to grace 
 The glorious van of that heroic race. 
 Whose skilful cruisers Albion's flaunting ships 
 Shall hurl into ignivomous eclipse. 
 Then rest content : though Fates aversely roll, 
 E'en they must bend to Jove's supreme control. 
 
MINERVA'S CONFERENCE WITH JONES, 101 
 
 Hesperia shall and ever must be free, 
 Such framed eternally is my decree !" 
 
 Thus spoke the Power, with whose thunder quakes 
 The solid globe, and heaven's concave shakes. 
 His blue-eyed daughter reverently withdrew, 
 All flushed with joy now that his mind she knew ; 
 Till pressing high Olympus' azure bound 
 She flew adown into the skies profound. 
 Not half so swiftly on his finny prey 
 The lordly eagle wings his downward way. 
 As through the ether star-spangled and blue 
 The pride of Heaven, fair Minerva, flew. 
 Italians vales passed in a moment's glance. 
 Another viewed the vine-clad hills of France, 
 The third beheld her touch th' Atlantic beach 
 Where countless sails in Breton's haven bleach. 
 Unseen she passed along the crowded strand 
 To where a captain urged his hardy band 
 To hurry up a war-ship's deadly freight, 
 Portentous cannon, charged with lightning fate. 
 Slim was his frame, his weather-beaten face 
 Was clouded o'er with melancholy grace ; 
 But from his deep-black eyes incessant fire 
 Announced the latent hero's fierce desire. 
 Sudden before him stepped the heavenly Maid, 
 To him alone revealed, and gently said: 
 
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102 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 *' Illustrious champion! from the realms above 
 I haste to bring thee Jove's paternal love. 
 Thee he ordains on Atlas' stormy main 
 O'er Albion's crew bright victories to gain; 
 Thy deathless deeds to rouse a sea-bred race 
 Whose triumphs always Freedom's stars shall grace. 
 Haste then unfeared t' obey the high decree, 
 Secure that Jove and Pallas are with thee !" 
 
 To whom the chief, while modestly he eyed 
 The radiant Goddess, reverently replied : 
 
 **0h whence this grace, that Jove's supreme delight 
 Should deign t' appear unto my worthless sight ? 
 I had no titled sires to launch my name 
 With honors rigged upon the sea of fame. 
 But what I had wast thou, oh Goddess ! me 
 My heart as to a mother drew to thee. 
 With thy assistance soon my dauntless hand 
 On Alfred's deck me gained my first command ; 
 With which to Canso's fishful shoals I steered. 
 And all his seas from royal pirates cleared. 
 Thence on swift Ranger's foremast I upraised 
 My country's flag, the stars and stripes, which gazed 
 Then first benignly on the joyous wave 
 That like the sod it fluttered forth to save. 
 Fast sailed my ship before th' auspicious breeze ; 
 Two brigs I captured in Hibernia's seas. 
 
JONES'S EXPLOITS IN THE RANGER. 103 
 
 Another harbored caught my flaming brand 
 And struck a wreck on Caledonia's strand. 
 Enraged Britannia's king his war-sloop Drake 
 Launched forth my cruiser's dreaded force to break. 
 Off Carrickfergus, where Altantic's tide 
 Prepares to nestle in the Frith of Clyde, 
 She hailed us windward ; straight my ship I drew 
 Alongside, challenging her vaunting crew : 
 'America's ship, Ranger I we await 
 Your twenty guns. Come on ! The hour is late.' 
 And instantly our eighteen guns oped wide 
 Their roaring lips ; the foe as quick replied. 
 One murderous hour the sulphurous eclipse 
 Hung black between the fulminating ships ; 
 When struck the Briton's flag, and silence dull 
 Revealed her battered sails, her shattered hull, 
 Her captain and twice twenty of her crew 
 Laid cold in death. The piteous wreck we drew 
 Safe to this shore ; whence I again prepare 
 At Heaven's command our ocean foe to dare." 
 He ceased ; the Goddess with the azure eyes 
 Benignly smiled, then vanished in the skies. 
 Jones rigged his vessel, vowed to Heaven's Maid 
 With her own name, and gayly anchor weighed. 
 Propitious gales her scudding swiftly bore 
 Round Britain's isles to Flamboro's high shore. 
 
104 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 Softly the moon her silver lustre shed 
 On England's sea that like a mirror spread 
 Blue and serene beneath the promont's head 
 Sudden to south a war-decked cruiser loomed 
 Full under lee, and like a tempest boomed 
 Against Hesperia's war-ship. She intent 
 Stood firmly swayed, a sea-built battlement. 
 Up bore the foe, her streaming flag displayed. 
 And hailed defiantly the God-sprung Maid : 
 ''Serapis comes thy rebel flag to bring 
 An easy trophy to Britannia's king!'' 
 ''If hard or easy," valiant Jones replied, 
 "My Goddess-favored ship shall soon decide I'' 
 And tacking round her murdering guns he brings 
 Full on the foe-ship's larboard hull, and flings 
 The fiery shot into her riven side. — 
 But hark ! a fearful crash bursts scattering wide 
 With mangled corses fair Minerva's deck! 
 Oh compound terrible ! what power can check 
 Thy blinded fury, when the war-tube's sides. 
 Some part neglected, thy swift flash divides ? 
 In rush the waves, the lower ports are closed ; 
 With still less guns, less men must be opposed 
 The foe, who conscious of their power burn 
 With ardor fierce, and deadly shots return 
 To weakened volleys. Yet untouched by fears 
 To windward Jones his battered vessel steers. 
 
CAPTURE OF THE SEE APIS. 105 
 
 And as the lion, when assailed afar 
 
 With showers of darts in ignominious war 
 
 He must succumb ere long, this kenned overleaps 
 
 The dangerous barrier, and resistless sweeps 
 
 His boasting foes to earth, a helpless deer 
 
 When fought afar, the lord of beasts when near : 
 
 So while at distance Albion's fire must rake 
 
 His riddled hull and all resistance break, 
 
 Our captain, known the power of his band 
 
 When grappling close they battle hand to hand, 
 
 Unfurls each sail, bids every rudder ply 
 
 To cross the clouded space, till grimly nigh 
 
 Hull pressed to hull conjoins the hostile ships 
 
 And adverse cannon kiss each other's lips. 
 
 Swift at his captain's word the gallant Dale 
 
 Tugs at the jib-stay of Serapis' sail. 
 
 And with strong cables binds it deadly fast 
 
 To bright Minerva's towering mizzen-mast. 
 
 Proud Pearson wonder-struck the grapple eyed. 
 Yet gibed his foe with wonted British pride : 
 ''Has Pallas struck?" To whom our chief incensed: 
 ''Cease prattling, till the fight I have commenced !" 
 Loud cheered his tars, the bugle briskly played, 
 And instantly a murdering hand-grenade 
 Shot from Minerva's topmast whizzing sped 
 Upon Serapis' deck, burst wide, and spread 
 
106 ALLEOHANIA, 
 
 Grim-mangled death with its dissevered shell ; 
 While hissing round its blazing kernel fell 
 Into the heaped up cartridges that loud 
 Exploding swelled still more the slaughtered crowd. 
 Death, how terrific is thy bloody sway 
 When uncontrolled thou mixest in the fray I 
 Here viscid brains from battered foreheads rush, 
 There entrails foul from ripped abdomens gush ; 
 A tar, both legs cut off, here gasping lies, 
 Another arms bereft there piteous cries ; 
 No tender hand consoles the dying brave, 
 Far, far from home he sinks into the wave. 
 Ah, foe ! how I condole with thee, and more 
 Because for Tyranny thou shedd'st thy gore I 
 Lo ! undismayed the brave survivors spurn 
 Grim slaughter's rage, and to their guns return. 
 Fiercely along the close-linked starboards glares 
 The ceaseless flash, the short-cut thunder tears 
 Enraged the iron-plated planks, or chides 
 His loaded rival in his brazen sides. 
 Out burst the flames and wrap in sheeted fire 
 The shattered hulls, thence to the rigging spire 
 In lightning blaze ; and yet the conflict burns 
 E'en more inflamed — till England's crew returns 
 A feeble fire, then strikes the burning sail. 
 Their humbled Pearson by our valorous Dale 
 
CAPTURE OF THE SEE APIS. 107 
 
 Is led a captive from Serapis' wreck 
 
 To meet the victor on Minerva's deck. 
 
 He generously his hard-fought triumph bears, 
 
 Subdues the flames, his battered ship repairs. 
 
 And through the channel tugs his prize, while thrones 
 
 Gaze trembling on and dread the power of Jones. 
 
108 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 CANTO X. 
 
 Athwart Atlantic trembling with the fire 
 
 Of Gaul and Briton met in hostile ire 
 
 My Muse transports me to yon azure mounts 
 
 Whose snowy crests yield substance to the founts 
 
 Of Yadkin lost in conquering Pedee, 
 
 Catawba, Broad, Saluda, Congaree 
 
 Blue Ocean greeting through the great Santee. 
 
 Deep lie the fertile valleys Avedged between 
 
 High ridgy forests clad in fadeless green. 
 
 Along the streams that icy springs supply 
 
 Vast herds of cattle on the greensward lie, 
 
 Whose swains like patriarchs of the olden times 
 
 Rule independently these genial climes, 
 
 Or like those warriors whom Pelayo's sword 
 
 Roused in Asturia 'gainst Almanzor's horde : 
 
 The Mountain Men of Carolina, reared 
 
 In mutual league, by every foeman feared ; 
 
 Called any moment by the clang of war 
 
 At once they meet from holds however far, 
 
 Steal Indian-like the bushy brakes between 
 
 And fire upon the foe from points unseen ; 
 
MOUNTAIN MEN OF CAROLINA, 109 
 
 Who less or more in numbers eft must fall 
 Beneath a power whose swiftness baffles all 
 Approach, and whom though checked no dire defeats 
 appall. 
 Thus often roused at Liberty's command 
 Again now met the hardy mountain band. 
 Fierce Ferguson, with royal hate imbued, 
 Through Carolina's rice-clad fields pursued 
 His patriot victims. Waste and slaughter spread 
 Her cedar-lawns with fire and mangled dead. 
 Already Appalachians mountains shook 
 With dire alarm, and cast a praying look ; 
 When peal on peal the highland bugle rung, 
 The forests quivered, from each glen upsprung 
 The mounted warrior, met another, third, 
 Scores, each a brother, all united spurred 
 To Gilbert's hamlet, where from every side 
 In poured the mountains' self-impelling tide. 
 First gallant Clarke with Georgia's sons appeared. 
 Next Williams Granville's hardy yeomen cheered. 
 Boone urged Kentucky's wild and furious sons 
 Like Indians decked with furs and moggasons. 
 With Sevier and with Shelby Tennessee 
 From Holston's banks sent forth her cavalry. 
 By Dowell bold and prudent Cleveland led 
 Were Rutherford's and Surrey's warriors sped. 
 
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110 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 Last, but not least, from distant Powell came 
 
 The dauntless Campbell of undying fame. 
 
 Him, having farthest come, the mountain band 
 
 Select at once to take the chief command 
 
 Republican, not regal ; each obeys 
 
 His nearest captain, or his own best ways. 
 
 Three thousand thus pant for the coming fight, 
 
 A motley host, but dreadful to the sight : 
 
 Some like Hesperian soldiers dressed in blue, 
 
 Others in homespun garbs of grizzly hue ; 
 
 But most preferred the dress of backwood Boone, 
 
 The Indian shirt and greave and gaudy shoon. 
 
 Most rode their steeds ; when summoned to the fray 
 
 Their order was : seize gun, mount, dash away I 
 
 When nigh the foe, their steeds apart they drew 
 
 Them fastening to the trees, on foot then flew 
 
 Into the combat; if overpowered, away 
 
 On nimble horse ; if victors, no delay 
 
 With clattering hoof to take the fleeing prey. 
 
 Such were the rough-trained warriors gathered 
 round 
 The cots of Gilbert on the swarded ground. 
 Meanwhile, ere blow the bugle's warlike blast. 
 They form in groups to share the crude repast. 
 Part from the herd that grazes near select 
 The fattest steer, their levelled tubes direct 
 
THE CRUDE REPAST. \\\ 
 
 Full at his forehead — click I the ball him knocks, 
 
 And to the ground loud bellowing falls the ox. 
 
 Straight through his throat the ready knife is drawn, 
 
 His smoking gore spouts on the grassy lawn. 
 
 Gasping he dies : the soldiers loose his hide, 
 
 The foul cast off, the chosen parts divide 
 
 In equal shares. Each turns with soldier art 
 
 Above the blazing fire his spitted part ; 
 
 Then to their lips the roasted beef they bring, 
 
 And slake their thirst with water from the spring. 
 
 Nor social talk is banished their regale ; 
 
 Each has a question, each a stirring tale. 
 
 But all attend, when Williams asks to know 
 
 Of posted Campbell what of Northern foe. 
 
 They press around, in front, on side, behind 
 
 The bold Yirginian, who thus speaks his mind : 
 
 *' Could dark oblivion hide ignoble fame, 
 To what more welcome than a traitor's name ! 
 Then from my lips a tale should never fall 
 Whose blackness every patriot must appall. 
 Yet what swift Fame eftsoons will spread, as well 
 I now, however sad the task, may tell. 
 Who would have thought the soldier, whom could check 
 No northern wilds, who under steep Quebec 
 Bled for his country, who from Schuyler's wall 
 Drove Leger's legions, who at Freedom's call. 
 
112 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 Unheeding envious Gates, stormed Burgoyne's camp, 
 
 Where gallant Frazer, charging down the champ 
 
 On iron-gray, embraced the field of gore, 
 
 And Breymann, once saved, fell to rise no more, — 
 
 Himself a cripple borne from off the plain, 
 
 Struck in that blessed member once again ; — 
 
 Him — aye ye quiver with disdain I — yet he 
 
 Now reaps in Britain's ranks his dastard treachery I 
 
 Foiled in ambitious schemes by tongues ingrate 
 
 To valor all must own, a demon's hate 
 
 Impelled his soul to seek with artful wiles 
 
 The first command of Hudson's walled defiles. 
 
 That gained, at once the hellish scheme he planned 
 
 To ope his trust to Clinton's leaguering band. 
 
 A youth there was then, Andre called, the same 
 
 Who had illumed proud Howe's ignoble name ; 
 
 A lovesick rhymester, fitted less to share 
 
 The battle's din than concerts of the fair ; 
 
 Yet prized by British chiefs for wily art, 
 
 And well disposed to act a spy's black part. 
 
 Him Clinton chose the traitor chief to meet 
 
 And seal with him Ontario's dire defeat. 
 
 Where Hudson groans in Clove's high-frowning shade, 
 
 The owl and whippoorwill the day evade. 
 
 And serpents revel, — dreading still the light 
 
 The pair accursed meet in dead of night. 
 
CAPTURE OF ANDRE. 113 
 
 The kiss is given : north the traitor speeds ; 
 The Briton o'er Manhattan's neutral meads 
 With fearful heart spurs south, where Albion rears 
 Her bristling battlements. Nor vain his fears I 
 For sudden, coming to a stream that fell 
 Athwart his path pressed in a woody dell, 
 Three soldiers dressed in garb of refugees 
 With levelled muskets sprang from out the trees 
 Him thundering to stand. Their dress deceived 
 The timid youth. Of proper garb bereaved 
 In British dungeons by a cruel foe 
 They had no other. ' Soldiers, from below, 
 I hope, your party hails, as I do !' cried 
 The Briton. * Thou think'st rightly I' they replied. 
 Joy unreserved lit Andre's face ; he spoke 
 His office and some errands false ; then took 
 The golden horologe from out his vest, 
 Which undeniably his worth confessed. 
 Too confident young heart! with startled ears 
 The words : * We are Americans I' he hears ; 
 ' Thou art our prisoner I' In vain his wiles 
 Now tempt a patriot's unaffected smiles. 
 * Dismount I' they cry; his charger's reins they seize ; 
 One, Williams, guides the horse, while to the trees . 
 Beside the stream Van Wart and Paulding lead 
 The struggling captive vainly threat or meed 
 
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114 ALLEGIIANIA. 
 
 Presenting. Quick the search begins. The round 
 
 Small hat, the blue surtout, the red coat bound 
 
 With golden lace, the nankin vest, all show 
 
 No sinister design ; to let him go 
 
 Already they intend, when Paulding cries : 
 
 ' Off with his boots !' and Andre's eyes 
 
 Turn wildly round. All now is lost I there lie 
 
 The traitor's charts. 'Ye Gods I he is a spy I' 
 
 Exclaim the patriots. 'Tis enough, though more 
 
 They could not then divine, and eft before 
 
 The chief of men their captive strange they led. 
 
 Ah I who can feel what ravenous vultures fed 
 
 Upon the traitor's heart, when that keen eye 
 
 To all the world revealed his treachery ? 
 
 Yet, blessed be Jove I the dastard scheme was crushed 
 
 While still no foe in wily triumph flushed. 
 
 To Britain's ranks the cursed traitor fled, 
 
 Whence now against the land for which he bled 
 
 He pants to battle at the Tories' head. 
 
 But Andre, tried and sentenced as a spy, 
 
 Though foe and friend by pity led awry 
 
 Besought to spare his youth, that hardest doom 
 
 Was forced to meet, the gibbet's shameful tomb." 
 
 Here Campbell ceased, and thoughtful silence held 
 Each breast inthralled, by Shelby thus dispelled : 
 ** Whate'er a spy from war-courts may await, 
 Young Andre seems deserved of milder fate. 
 
DARING OF HALE. 115 
 
 The traitor's doom no pity ever claimed ; 
 Him could we seize, the leg for Freedom maimed 
 We would cut off and give a soldier's grave ; 
 The vile remains should on the gallows quave. 
 But Andre young, by royal zeal misled, 
 This joy gives only that one foe is dead." 
 
 *' My brother-chief!" Virginia's son replied ; 
 *' Judge not ere truth show thee another side ! 
 A much-loved friend I had, his name was Hale, 
 For years my classmate in the schools of Yale, 
 Young, ardent, handsome, skilled alike to gain 
 Fame on Parnassus or on Mars's plain. 
 His country's voice the latter claimed ; beneath 
 Bostonia's walls he reaped a chieftain's wreath : 
 Thence on Long Island fought with vigorous hand. 
 First to return to that disastrous strand. 
 For godlike Washington desired to know 
 The site and strength of his embattled foe. 
 His wish no sooner kenned, than ardent Hale 
 Asked for the post from which the boldest quail. 
 Not reckless daring, but pure patriot love 
 Impelled his soul the perils sure to prove. 
 Disguised as pedagogue he crossed the Sound 
 In dead of night, and reached the battle-ground ; 
 Surveyed th' encampments with suspectless view, 
 Of towers and trenches noted figures drew. 
 
116 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 Which having hidden in his shoon, he sought 
 
 Again the boat which thither had him brought. 
 
 A boat indeed he found there drawn to shore, 
 
 And hastened toward it, when — upsprang before 
 
 His startled gaze the unsuspected crew, 
 
 Britannia's hirelings, and their muskets drew 
 
 Straight at his breast ; — no succoring arm was nigh ;- 
 
 Like Andre searched he proved a hopeless spy. 
 
 Brought to Manhattan while the wasteful fire. 
 
 By patriots thought ignited, Howe's rash ire 
 
 Incensed to rage, the noble captive's fate 
 
 Was quickly sealed by Britain's wonted hate. 
 
 Like Andre he was hanged, but tenderness 
 
 Was ever shown to that, while cruelness 
 
 Embittered this one's pangs unto the last. 
 
 By Cunningham, the brutal provost, cast 
 
 Into a loathsome den, when he desired 
 
 That saintly Writ by Heaven's Love inspired. 
 
 It was refused ; when to a mother's heart 
 
 He had penned down those feelings which impart 
 
 Such consolations dear to whom behind 
 
 We leave, e'en they were scattered to the wind, 
 
 * Those rebels ne'er shall know,' the hangman cried, 
 
 ' They had a man who with such firmness died !' 
 
 Firmly, forsooth, he braved untimely death. 
 
 His patriot soul fled with his dying breath : 
 
SUDDEN APPEARANCE OF THE FOE. 11 7 
 
 ' My only sorrow, that I cannot prove 
 
 With more than this lost life my country's love!' 
 
 Immortal Hale I may we " 
 
 Hark I sounds the tramp 
 Of clattering chargers toward the startled camp. 
 The bugle shrills — a moment — and before 
 Them spur two horsemen soiled with mire and gore. 
 '* The foe is near 1" they gasp, '* a scouting band 
 Came on our track and shouted us to stand. 
 We off in headlong gallop, while around 
 Our heads their grape-shot whistled ; to the ground 
 Dropped Locke and Graham ; we alone got clear, 
 Though wounded sore; but soon they must be here!" 
 '*0n, boys!" cried Campbell; **not a moment's rest, 
 Till we burn out this robber's Tory nest I" 
 Some foelike troopers on the mounts appear, 
 But dash away as fast o'erwhelmed with fear. 
 Wild shouts of glee from every patriot rise, 
 Each lifts his gun, and on his war-horse flies. 
 Away they go, no urger they require, 
 Hale's dying words their noble breasts inspire. 
 And comrades slain rouse vengement's fierce desire. 
 What host must not to such an army yield. 
 Where each a hero rushes to the field ! 
 Such were the braves who at Thermopylae 
 Saved Graecia's realms from Persia's tyranny. 
 
118 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 Such were the Romans, when a Codes fought 
 Before the crumbling bridge, and Mucins sought 
 Etruria's despot in his tent, and turned 
 Destruction's legions with his right hand burned. 
 Such later still the bold Batavians were, 
 When patriot Haring all alone could dare 
 Fierce Alva's thousand on the Diemer-mound, 
 Till, safe his comrades all, he swam the blood-dyed 
 
 sound. 
 Such — but enough ! why foreign virtue trace. 
 When all her charms our native heroes grace ? 
 These, Alleghania, are thy fondest theme. 
 With them I spur o'er Broad's rock-bedded stream. 
 And pant to see bright triumph on them gleam ! 
 
BATTLE OF KING'S MOUNTAIN. II9 
 
 CANTO XI. 
 
 High o'er his brethren, who appalled have fled 
 To heights less terrible, his massive head 
 King's Mount uplifts to Carolina's sky. 
 Whose philters yet his blandishments deny, 
 His name abhorring. But the tyrant's crew 
 At once his title and his grandeur drew. 
 Precipitous the rear, but either side 
 And front declivous to the swale subside. 
 The lofty pines of tangled brushwood freed 
 Give plenteous space unto the scampering steed ; 
 While interspersed huge rocks of grayish hue 
 The deadly marksman screen from hostile view. 
 A level ridge the frowning summit forms. 
 That seems to smile at warfare's gathering storms. 
 On this proud Ferguson had ranged his band, 
 And while he eyed his stronghold high his hand 
 He raised in fierce defiance : '' Hence, though hell 
 Her rebels all should on our ranks impel. 
 They never could our bristling arms repel !" 
 Him boasting thus Hesperia's sons beheld 
 As toward the mount their swift pursuit they held. 
 
120 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 Near by a streamlet pierces the ravine, 
 
 Whose rugged sides close-planted cedars screen ; 
 
 There each dismounts and ties his panting steed 
 
 As erst secured to trunk or branch or reed. 
 
 Then drawing near, the war-charged mount to storm 
 
 From either flank and in the front, they form 
 
 In three divisions. That which frontward speeds 
 
 With gallant Shelby fearless Campbell leads. 
 
 Williams and Cleveland urge the left to fight. 
 
 While Sevier guides with DowelPs aid the right. 
 
 The mountain's base is reached ; awhile they stand 
 
 Intent to hear their chieftain's brief command. 
 
 How different from warfare's studied art, 
 
 Where head usurps the office of the heart. 
 
 And each scared fool stuck on a hill afar 
 
 With chart and spy-glass may direct the war I 
 
 America's first champions little said, 
 
 They made their muskets answer in their stead ; 
 
 Their chiefs were only to conduct the way 
 
 In face of danger to the deadliest fray. 
 
 Thus Champbell. *' Onward now, my men!" he cried; 
 
 "When up the mount, each for himself decide 
 
 Where best and fastest can his rifle fire, 
 
 Now to press on, then for awhile retire 
 
 Behind a tree or rock, but never leave 
 
 The battle-field, till triumph we achieve!" 
 
BATTLE OF KINO'S MOUNTAIN. 121 
 
 From thrice ten hundred breasts the brave reply 
 Rings to his words: *' To conquer or to die I" 
 The flank-assailing columns press to gain 
 Their stations marked, while those in front remain 
 Bent on the signal. It is given. Quick 
 As strikes the flint upon the gunlock's click, 
 Or as upon the lyric master's "Three" 
 Upswells the well-directed melody, 
 Moves and uprises at the word of fight 
 Our patriot host against th' embattled height. 
 And as up Penn's steep cliff the iron-horse 
 Swift rushing yet exerts such equal force 
 That in the night the rider scarce can know 
 He mounts a steep -with yawning dells below, 
 So steady and with spirits naught can quail 
 The bold Hesperians up the mountain scale. 
 Grim Ferguson awaits them in his lair 
 As longs a vulture for the timid hare. 
 When unsuspecting up the hill he skims, 
 Nor heeds the shadow that the daylight dims. 
 To him disastrous ; not to valorous hearts 
 Who ken their foe, his courage, force, and arts. 
 
 Two hours of light yet promised Circe's sire. 
 When Williams oped the rifle's fatal fire 
 Which Albion's left advance with slaughter strewed 
 And toward the ridge the scattered rest pursued. 
 
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122 ALLEGUANIA. 
 
 Round Ferguson him turned — when all the brunt 
 Of hissing onset rattles in his front. 
 There Campbell stands, a foe none may despise ; 
 He wheels around and furious on him flies. 
 Full hundred guns their whistling lead-stones send- 
 In idle air ; for quick the patriots bend 
 Behind the trees and rocks ; thence all concealed 
 Their certain fire hurl on the foe revealed. 
 **0n with your bayonets !" the Briton cries ; 
 *' Clear every nook that open war defies !" 
 They rush adown, but while the front they scour 
 Upon their right reopes another shower 
 From Sevier's band; when turning round on this 
 From front renewed and left new volleys hiss* 
 As when in Seville's wide arena stands 
 The forest-monarch, while the conynge hands 
 Of matadores their scarlet mantles wave 
 That make his furious brain more wildly rave, 
 At last he fixes on one daring foe. 
 Prepares his horn and darts to give the blow ; 
 Sudden he feels a shaft his flanks transpierce, 
 At once he turns now more than ever fierce 
 On this new foe, but ere the thrust is given 
 Another goads him off — till madly driven 
 By dart and cloak and his own spouting gore 
 He sinks beneath the slaying matadore : 
 
DEATH OF WILLIAMS. 123 
 
 So dauntless Ferguson in vain essays 
 New sallies to and fro, they only raise 
 Fresh foes on right and left, in front and rear ; 
 Oft though repulsed as oft they reappear 
 Cheeked but unconquered, while his fearless band 
 Fall fast and thick upon the gravelly sand. 
 Yet on he battles, till the rifle^s breath 
 Whirls through his brain the singing globe of death ; 
 His swimming eyes turn in their sockets round, 
 He reels and droops and thunders to the ground ; 
 His white horse, checked no more, the rein denies, 
 Snorts terror-struck and down the mountain flies. 
 This closed the bloody fray ; the chiefless band, 
 Eight hundred left, sought Mercy's generous hand 
 Thrice hundred of their comrades lay around 
 In painless death or writhing with the wound. 
 Of Freedom's sons twice ten had purpled o'er 
 The mount contested with their sacred gore. 
 Among whom Williams rent with gashes lay, 
 The first to tempt and perish in'the fray; 
 How changed, alas I since that eventful hour ! 
 Gone were those terrors which had forced to cower 
 The boldest foe ; his features pale and cold 
 Naught but the joy which death procured him told. 
 All mourned his fate, for he was brave and good ; 
 But none bewailed like him who aye had stood 
 
124 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 In weal and woe a comrade by his side, 
 
 And who now longed he there with him had died. 
 
 E'en when Apollo had reposed his car 
 
 To take his couch in Aphrodite's star, 
 
 True Campbell o'er the corse endeared bent, 
 
 Effused his tear and moaned his sore lament — 
 
 Till overpowered with weariness and grief 
 
 He sought in sleep a momently relief. 
 
 Kind son of Erebus, when was thy share, 
 Though e'er so sweet to hearts oppressed with care, 
 To dearer object than to this assigned. 
 Where o'er his slaughtered friend the chief reclined 1 
 Soft be thy balm where Venus spreads her bower, 
 As when of yore the cloud-compelling Power 
 On Ida's summit with fair Juno lay ; 
 Yet such may taste their joys in open day : 
 But when the heart is plunged in sorrows deep, 
 Then thou art needed, or we perish. Sleep I 
 Then eke to thee our heartiest thanks arise, 
 Because thou givest what all else denies. 
 Such was thy gift to yon deep -wounded breast, 
 Which then at least lay soothed in balmy rest. 
 He thought not, felt not, knew not that he lay 
 Upon a form now more than ever — clay; 
 He saw not how above him brightly shone 
 The bickering gems of Jove's cerulean throne ; 
 
CAMPBELL'S DREAM, 125 
 
 He heard not eager hawks scream o'er their prey, 
 Nor hungry dogs drag shattered skulls away ; 
 All dark below, above all heavenly fair : 
 Such is too oft the noble heart's black share ; 
 Who be the cause, let wiser lips declare ! 
 
 I have not labored to bring on a doom 
 Which makes me wander in continual gloom ; 
 I have abhorred this selfish world, 'tis true, 
 And shall do so forever, nor can rue 
 The bitter scorn with which I have repaid 
 Hypocrisy's deceits ; but I have made 
 No kind heart grieve, and yet in thankless meed 
 My own has often been compelled to bleed. 
 Be it continued I if my youth so far 
 Has borne the brunt, I can sustain the war. 
 
 Thrice-happy sleeper I whom at least awhile 
 Sweet dreams of love and glory can beguile. 
 Are thine such, hero ! or doth martial strife 
 Thee awake anew to this our bitter life ? 
 What heats his forehead ? makes his bosom heave ? 
 Clinch tight his sword, as if he sought to cleave 
 A Briton's head? His mind on some far plain 
 Must roam, or wander o'er this mount again. 
 Thou, Morpheus, whom thy father. Sleep, of all 
 Loves most, my Campbell's wondrous dream recall I 
 
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126 ALLEGUANIA. 
 
 Dreams oft expose the hidden web of Fate, 
 And we must humbly their event await. 
 
 On that high mound which rises from the meads 
 Whose far-stretched clover Hannah's cattle feeds, 
 Near which the Broad meandering sheds his flood 
 Of wholesome waters, it appeared he stood 
 All ready to receive the dreaded foe 
 Whose numerous war-steeds pawed the plain below 
 High soared their hopes, as gayly at their head 
 Rode fearless Tarleton, Carolina's dread ; 
 He who alone her Bayard unsubdued 
 Into his dankest marshes had pursued, 
 And, though the Fox could never be ensnared, 
 Had most her fields with ruthless ravage shared. 
 Again his former comrades gathered round 
 Our dreaming hero on th' embattled mound, 
 With other chieftains added to their band 
 From nigh and far 'neath Morgan's first command : 
 Call, Pickens, Howard, and the youth whose name 
 Did not obscure a Washington's bright fame. 
 Not long such ardent foes inactive w^ait, 
 They rush ahead preventing tardy Fate 
 And ending fast their feuds inveterate. 
 
 As when a pack of noisy curs invade 
 A herd of cattle browsing in the glade, 
 
CAMPBELL'S DREAM. 127 
 
 Their yelping cries the timid kine affright 
 Who stretching tail start off in jingling flight ; 
 Not so the bulls ; they stand with lordly scorn, 
 Their broad heads lower and point the sturdy horn ; 
 Wo him whom rashness tempts that front to dare 1 
 Gored through his bowels he's tossed into the air ; 
 Their dauntless valor makes the females burn 
 With honest shame, their hanging foes they spurn 
 From off their haunches, strike and toss around 
 Till not a cur but whines upon the ground : — 
 Thus, if with great small things may be compared, 
 The scene of raging war at first appeared 
 On yon embattled height ; but different far, 
 As planet real is from apparent star, 
 Was Morgan's mind from his dissenting hand ; 
 Shock, feinted flight, return all his command. 
 When at the foe's first charge fell back our ranks, 
 It was but to assail his guardless flanks 
 With other troops ; whence some like cowards ap- 
 peared, 
 Like heroes others ; but not one there feared 
 Th' impetuous foe : in the retreaters rushed, 
 And from all sides the British lines were crushed. 
 In vain to rally them fierce Tarleton strove. 
 In vain his reckless oaths at partial Jove ; 
 
128 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 The Thunderer smote him with eterne disgrace, 
 Such as attends the coward's dastard chase : 
 While hundred Britons stayed to rise no more, 
 And twice as many weltered in their gore. 
 But of yon fifty, who to freedom gave 
 Their sacred blood, twelve shared that honored grave, 
 Which Gods bestow on every patriot brave : 
 Th' Elysian fields, where heavenly maids caress 
 Their splendent wounds, and every pang redress. 
 
 Again the sleeping hero thought he stood 
 On Mars's field, but now by Eutaw's flood ; 
 Where gallant Greene, great Washington's loved son, 
 O'er Stuart's host unfaded laurels won ; 
 Which like the olive-branch from Noah's ark 
 From all the South dispelled the cheerless dark. 
 This Campbell saw, but eke his piercing eyes 
 Beheld by Fate foredoomed the dear-bought prize : 
 How at his general's order, first to pour 
 The deadly volley and then rush to scour 
 With levelled bayonet the foe-thronged field, 
 His bold Yirginians never known to yield 
 He hurried on ; black rose the murdering dust, 
 And through it gleamed prepared to give the thrust 
 The fixed steel ; down horse and rider came 
 In carnage mingled wild ; — but lo ! a flame 
 
CAMPBELL'S DREAM. 129 
 
 His clicking herald speeds ; and at the sound 
 
 The wounded patriot falls unto the ground. 
 
 Yet conscience fails not ; with his right hand pressed 
 
 Upon his gun, and on his deep-gashed breast 
 
 His left, he eyes and lists the raging war 
 
 Now o'er him, then beside him, near, afar. 
 
 Then asks a comrade: *^ Who is it that flies ?" 
 
 ** The foe !" is answered ; and the hero cries : 
 
 ** I die contented I" 
 
 Starts the dreaming chief 
 Waked by the struggle, and renews his grief 
 O'er Williams cold below, himself alive 
 Forced still alone with toilsome breath to strive. 
 ^' Oh, that my dream were truth I" he longing cries ; 
 ** Eftsoons it will I" an inward God replies. 
 
130 ALLEGIIANIA, 
 
 CANTO XIL 
 
 Guide of my steps, Hesperian Muse ! although 
 
 With Halleck, Whittier, Bryant, Longfellow, 
 
 Thy chosen sons, my name can never rhyme. 
 
 Yet I have loved thee, even when a crime 
 
 This was reputed, on thy charmful mount 
 
 Have lingered long to sip thy sacred fount, 
 
 And when thou gavest me thy loving hand. 
 
 Have not disowned thee in my native land. 
 
 Such I have been ; I speak not to upbraid — 
 
 Ye Gods attest ! — for what to heavenly Maid 
 
 Compared is man ? but only I desire 
 
 For this my love some of that living fire, 
 
 With which burned he who raised to deathless fame 
 
 The great Achilles ; shall not equal flame 
 
 Inspire the bard at Washington's bright name ? 
 
 On York's south shore, where first the Ocean Bay 
 The widening river hails at distance, lay 
 Encamped the remnant of that mighty host 
 Who had so long despoiled the South's fair coast. 
 Now dwindled scarce by battles long and fierce 
 They bravely strove Virginia's wilds to pierce, 
 
CORNWALLIS BESIEGED AT YORKTOWN. 131 
 
 And join their comrades in Manhattan's walls 
 
 Ere Fate reversed should whelm them in her squalls. 
 
 All vain-thought schemes ; scarce had their wayworn 
 
 band 
 Reposed a moment on this fatal strand, 
 Than sudden dangers rose on every aide : 
 Before, behind them, on their right the tide 
 Of York and James and blue Atlantic bore 
 The hostile fleet of thousands to their shore. 
 Upon their left, the only passage where 
 On solid earth a sally they could dare, 
 Appeared with legions thwarting all escape 
 The godlike chief in formidable shape. 
 Thus 'mid Phthiotis' valiant warriors stood 
 The son of Peleus by Scamander's flood ; 
 So great the terror which before him swept. 
 That hundred Trojans frantic-driven leaped 
 Into the gory stream, preferring death 
 In piteous wave to that unsparing breath. 
 Not less the sight of Liberty's right arm 
 The whelps of Tyranny shook with alarm ; 
 Far more inviting seemed the surging wave 
 Than boldly faced that frowing front to brave ; 
 Yet here, proud Despotism, shall be dug thy grave ! 
 
 Immortal heroes, who for freeborn peace 
 Have fought thus far, here eke your labors cease ! 
 
132 ALLEGIIANIA. 
 
 Rise, bleeding shades, by glorious Parker led, 
 
 And here behold for what your hearts have bled ! 
 
 Graze on the kindling eye of yonder sage, 
 
 And read Hesperia's happy future age 1 
 
 Rapt into hidden lore the bardic seer 
 
 Eyes Freedom conquering the world appear : 
 
 Cornwallis humbled, eft Britannia's king 
 
 Hastes Independence to our realms to bring. 
 
 To thirteen States new provinces accede, 
 
 All held by people from Oppression freed. 
 
 Vermont thus first augments the Ten and Three, 
 
 Kentucky next and mountain Tennessee ; 
 
 Ohio then her wood-crowned hillocks joins, 
 
 While Indiana girds her blooming loins 
 
 With Liberty's striped flag, and from her plains 
 
 The mighty sister, Illinois, unchains. 
 
 Along the Gulf her boundless cotton fields 
 
 With Alabama Mississippi yields ; 
 
 Hastes Florida, and Louisiana brings 
 
 The floated wealth of great Missouri's springs, 
 
 Arkansas, tarry not, nor, Tahlequah ! 
 
 Lol how the frigid North begins to thaw! 
 
 With Michigan's and bleak Wisconsin's breaks 
 
 Th' enslaver's ice from Minnesota's lakes ; 
 
 Hears Iowa and on Missouri calls 
 
 To free their forests from Oppression's thralls. 
 
FUTURE GLORY OF OUR COUNTRY. I33 
 
 The South-West wears impatiently her bands 
 
 Till Texas opes her mighty table-lands, 
 
 And Mexico and Arizona show 
 
 With honest pride their mounts of freeborn snow. 
 
 ^* What I I behind 1" shouts Kansas from her plains; 
 
 Nebraska joins, Dakota not refrains. 
 
 Montana's woodlands and Nevada's fields 
 
 Haste to produce what peopled Utah yields ; 
 
 Nor Idaho's and Colorado's gold 
 
 The Indian sprites from Freedom's sons withhold. 
 
 Last, though not least, by piny Oregon 
 
 His province finds the godlike Washington ; 
 
 While California like Ontario pours 
 
 O'er boundless Ocean her exhaustless stores. 
 
 But can a region of such vast extent 
 Possess a spirit on one purpose bent? 
 Dawns not the day, when freemen led awry 
 By lucre's bane shall raise Secession's cry ? 
 And must we see our happy fields imbrued 
 With blood fraternal hot from deadly feud ? 
 Oh, speak not thus, all-seeing bard I but close 
 My weeping eyes on such unmeasured woes I 
 Depart, ye shades I in vain your hearts have bled ; 
 Go, and me number with the happy dead I 
 But lo I the cloud has disappeared, and bright 
 As ne'er before my country greets my sight. 
 
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134 ALLEGIIANIA. 
 
 Then, brothers, list our slaughtered chieftain's call, 
 
 With Mercy's balm to soothe Rebellion's fall ! 
 
 He was so kind ; who ever called in vain 
 
 Upon that heart? to ask was to obtain. 
 
 Be he our model I and like Romans show, 
 
 We war the proud, but spare the fallen foe I 
 
 With North let South send forth her daughters fair, 
 
 And o'er his grave their unison declare ; 
 
 That future bards may kindle at the name 
 
 Of generous Lincoln, and his spotless fame 
 
 With that of Washington to endless age proclaim I 
 
 All this announced the heaven-inspired seer, 
 And still new wonders in his eyes appear. 
 Warmed at Hesperia's undissevered force, 
 See Freedom rise and claim a wider course ! 
 How sinks the son of Hapsburg's haughty line, 
 Who sought a crown at Montezuma's shrine ; 
 How Erin's sons shake Albion's tottering throne 
 So long impervious to her piteous groan ; 
 How Brutus fires in Garibaldi's breast 
 That love of Liberty so long depressed : 
 Hail, Cicero I hail, all ye Fabii I come, 
 Once more to live in liberated Rome ! 
 Enlightened Freedom every breast inspires, 
 Before her blaze dark Tyranny expires. 
 On, patriots ! strike, until the last king's head 
 Is ground to dust beneath your freeing tread ! 
 
PRUDENCE OF WASniNGTON. 135 
 
 Then shall the golden age of Liberty 
 Proclaim all earth the home of brave and free I 
 
 What thus Hesperian spirits then beheld 
 Was not, methinks, from their first chief withheld. 
 How glowed his brow, as o'er the leaguered town 
 Which held the remnant of that host, whose frown 
 So long had dimmed his country's brightest hope. 
 He shot the glances of his telescope I 
 It told him all their desperate alarm ; 
 And yet cold thought that brow with rapture warm 
 Lined with her furrows, as if Fate awhile 
 Gleamed promising, and then withheld her smile. 
 
 As when the hunter many a weary day 
 Has through the woods pursued his fleet-foot prey. 
 And oft already has the net been spread. 
 And oft the feathered arrow has been sped. 
 Yet that has snapped and this its course has left — 
 Till blindly rushing through a narrow cleft 
 Of rocks precipitous closed in the rear 
 Pants terror-struck the hope-bereaved deer ; 
 Then though the huntsman all escape excludes 
 He more than ever hasty zeal precludes, 
 Stung by the failure of his former toil 
 And keened by sight of overcertain spoil : 
 Thus prudent Washington, so long distressed 
 By hundred schemes that never promised rest, 
 
136 ALLEGIIANIA, 
 
 Now that they all had centred on this spot, 
 And promise gave of Freedom's happy lot 
 Fixed and immovable, yet all aware 
 Of Fortune's fickleness, his wonted care 
 E'en more than ever now increased, and wrought 
 Such meshy toils around his foe, that nought 
 To leaguered Britain seemed to ope release, 
 Whom hostile land inclosed and more than hostile 
 seas. 
 As when a troop of foresters and hounds 
 The boar couched ^mid his family surrounds, 
 Fiercely he starts up from his smoking lair, 
 Grunts, grinds his tusks, and rears his bristling hair ; 
 His mate him seconds with her fearless young — 
 A moment — and the tusky race has sprung 
 This way and that upon the armed foe, 
 Each willing certain death to share, that so 
 Some may escape the common-levelled blow : 
 Thus when Cornwallis every outlet round 
 Of land or water foe-embattled found. 
 His British pride waxed desperately fierce, 
 And ^'or to die or through yon barriers pierce " 
 His only watchword ; like devotion grew 
 In all his Britons and them round him drew. 
 Four ships of sail and sixteen urged by oar 
 Still rode protected by their northern shore, 
 
BOMBARDMENT OF YORKTOWN, 137 
 
 In which, while part of their devoted band 
 Would brave the terrors of the foe on land, 
 The rest enshrouded in the mists of night 
 Athwart the river might secure their flight. 
 Ill-fated chief ! how vanishes thy scheme, 
 Like skimming pebble in the circling stream ! 
 Lo I springs a mound, that bristling cannon crown. 
 Six hundred yards scarce distant from the town, 
 And o'er it high with fixed and threatening hand 
 The first of chieftains swings the lighted brand ; 
 Portentous signal I whence with pealing din 
 First *' Union" flashes, then each culverin 
 Spouts forth the bomb-shell or the solid ball 
 United crashing on the crumbling wall. 
 Yet Britain sinks not like a timid deer, 
 But like a lion, when his foemen near 
 His den surround him, she prepares to fling 
 In fierce return her equal thundering. 
 Incessant balls each other cross in air, 
 Strike to the ground and furrowing uptear 
 The smoking glebe, or soaring onward leap 
 Into the stream, like monsters of the deep 
 Upspouting high and far the dashing spray. 
 Black was their passage through the sultry day, 
 Like spectres darting 'twixt the volumes dun 
 Of sulphurous clouds that hid the fiery sun. 
 
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138 ALLEGHANIA, 
 
 But through the night with meteoric glare 
 Like blazing comets they illumed the air. 
 Then soared the bomb-shell like a rocket high, 
 But not to grace the inoffensive sky, 
 For lowering down upon the wall it fell 
 With dreadful crash, and from the bursted shell 
 The loosened earth-stars flew, that widely spread 
 Rocks, glaring rubbish, arms and mangled dead. 
 
 Six days and nights thus raged the fiery showers, 
 Each blast reducing Albion's stately towers ; 
 Her ships of sail by flaming meteors riven 
 And o'er the stream in thousand fragments driven ; 
 Her strong redoubts, that rising in her front 
 Had from her rampires shaken battle's brunt, 
 In one fierce night by Hamilton's bold band 
 Secured a bulwark to the foe's command. 
 And now already stares into her face 
 The cannon's range athwart the narrow space 
 Of but three hundred ells ; with lorded scope 
 To certain death their fuming lips they ope ; 
 No airy foe disputes their fiery path. 
 The last has withered 'neath their breath of wrath. 
 
 Yet fertile Hope espies a glimmering light 
 From base surrender in less shameful flight. 
 The sixteen boats are manned to row them o'er 
 York's gulfy stream to Gloucester's saving shore. 
 
SURRENDER OF CORNWALLIS. 139 
 
 Night aids their scheme, already midway ply 
 
 The labored oars, when suddenly the sky 
 
 Shows dire portents : fierce Caurus madly roars 
 
 Athwart the billowy river and outpours 
 
 Whole clouds of rain, while Jove's fulmineous light 
 
 To keen Hesperia opes their hurried flight. 
 
 Out flash her guns ; by earth and heaven driven 
 
 Adown the stream, dispersed, upset and riven 
 
 None of their boats secure the destined shore ; 
 
 Few saved from wreckage bends the shattered oar 
 
 To York's disastrous strand, the only spot 
 
 Which Fates averse still to their feet allot. 
 
 Yet but a target for the cannon's murdering shot. 
 
 Here sink their hopes ; they pray our raking fire 
 To cease, and listen to their last desire : 
 " Be yours in peace the hard-contested field, 
 Our arms and all to you we humbly yield, 
 But spare our lives I" We proffer them our hand 
 In sacred trust to keep their low demand. 
 Then slowly moving in funereal train 
 Six thousand Britons issue on the plain, 
 And while with shouldered guns we stand around 
 They fast and sullenly their muskets ground : 
 Last din of tyrant arms on Freedom's shore, 
 So long fecundated with patriot gore I 
 
140 ALLEGHANIA. 
 
 Flow on, thou genuine Hesperian blood, 
 And warm our bosoms with thy sacred flood. 
 That should grim Tyranny infest our plains 
 (Which Heaven avert I), full million patriot veins 
 May whelm her down, and prove not vainly won 
 Were Freedom's stars by godlike Washington I 
 
NOTES. 
 
 Wherever in the poem a passage or expression is based on 
 the authority of Bancroft or Irving, I have not considered it 
 necessary to adduce their testimony, those brilliant and au- 
 thentic writers being deservedly in the hands of everybody. 
 
 Page 11. — Hesperia'a sons against Britannia's king 
 For Freedom battling, Alleghania, sing ! 
 
 The word America cannot be easily handled in verse. Besides, 
 it is considered by many writers an inappropriate term for our 
 Republic. No poet could manage The United States of America. 
 Columbia is old-fashioned, trite, and puerile. I have, therefore, 
 chosen to call our country Hesperia, and our countrymen Hes- 
 perians. Hesperia means the Evening, i.e. the Western Land, and 
 our Republic certainly deserves that name by excellence. It 
 was the custom of the ancient poets to attribute the term to a 
 great region lying farthest to the west. Thus Italy first re- 
 ceived the appellation. Virgil: *'Est locus, Hesperiam Graii 
 cognomine dicunt." ^neid, I. 530. *< Hesperia in magna." 
 Id. vii. 4, et saepe in eodem poemate. Afterwards it was ap- 
 plied to Spain, being still farther to the west. Horace uses it 
 in this sense in his ode to Plotius Numida: **Qui nunc Hes- 
 peria sospes ab ultima." I. Od. 36, 4. Had our country been 
 known then, it is very probable that these illustrious bards 
 would have graced it with the title ** Hesperia magna," in pre- 
 ference to all others. Even distinguished authors of the present 
 day seem to incline to that expression. Thus Motley speaks of 
 
 (141) 
 
142 NOTES. 
 
 America as "the great Western Republic." R, D. R. I. 6. 
 There exists, therefore, some ground for the poetic license I 
 have employed. 
 
 Alleghania, as a term for the Muse, was first suggested to me 
 by Irving's intimation to call our country Alleghania or Appa- 
 lachia. So Ontario for the State, Manhattan for the City of New 
 York. See Spanish Papers, vol. ii. 
 
 The king of Britain is especially mentioned, because, as is 
 well known, our difficulties lay with him, not with Parliament 
 or with the nation. 
 
 Page 23. — Ontario's sons consigned the doubtful dag 
 To CliJiton, Livingston^ and youthful Jag, 
 
 It will be seen that among the framers of Independence, as 
 named here, are given some who did not actually sign the de- 
 claration, but who, nevertheless, contributed more to it perhaps 
 than others who merely affixed their names. 
 
 Page 38. — Such was our hireling foe ; in lustful Rail 
 See every Hessian^ and from one know all. 
 
 These words must be a slender justification of the somewhat 
 repulsive portrait I have drawn of the Herr Colonel. He is in- 
 tended for a type of what the Hessians generally were. But 
 though there exist perhaps no express authority for everything 
 fastened by me on the reckless foreigner, still I think that 
 nothing has been said against him which he did not richly 
 deserve. 
 
 Page 44. — Thagendanegea, the Indian nam© of Joseph Brant. 
 
 Page 48. — Yet Crema, etc. 
 Crema for the sadly-known Jane McCrea. 
 
 For the benefit of critics, I may as well remark here that, in 
 deference to caligraphy, I have not placed the mark of con- 
 traction in such words as wanderer, beverage, heaven, and the 
 like, though according to the metre they should generally be 
 read wanderer, bevWage, heav'n, etc. 
 
NOTES. 143 
 
 Page 62. — While hitter factions more than tyrant^s love 
 Her recreant minions to the combat move. 
 
 This is clearly shown by the conduct of the Tories in every 
 encounter with the patriots. In proof of which read the learned 
 Dawson's account of the Massacre at Wyoming, where the same 
 Johnsonian and Butleranian hordes signalized themselves in 
 their fiendish work. He says: <*A patriot, named Henry Pensil, 
 while concealed among the willows on the margin of the river, 
 discovered his own brother approaching, and immediately came 
 forth, threw himself at his feet, begging for protection, and 
 promising to serve him for life if he would spare him. With a 
 look of contempt the heartless wretch replied: * Mighty well, 
 you damned rebel,' and instantly shot him dead. Another, 
 Lieutenant Elijah Shoemaker, whose abundant means had long 
 enabled him to respond to the promptings of a charitable dis- 
 position in dispensing his bounty to the distressed, had also 
 sought refuge in the river. He was soon afterwards discovered 
 by a wretch named Windecker, whose troubles had frequently 
 been soothed by his unhappy victim; and with a *Come out, 
 come out, you know I will protect you,' he invited him to leave 
 his hiding-place, and extended his left hand to assist him in 
 doing so. Before the victim reached the shore, however, Win- 
 decker dashed his hatchet into the head of his benefactor, who 
 fell back, and immediately floated away." — Battles of the United 
 States. Book I. chap, xxxviii. 
 
 Page 66. — Thus grew my Stark, etc. 
 
 This summary of Stark's early life is mainly taken from 
 Duyckinck's Biographies of Eminent Americans ; art. John 
 Stark. See, also, Canto ix., for the same author's account of 
 sea-famed Jones. 
 
 Page 69. — Thus Cincinnatus leaning on his spade, etc. 
 Confer Livii Hist. Lib. III. Cap. 26. 
 
144 NOTES. 
 
 Page 77. — Truth, Hope, arid Love inwreathed their fairest hay 
 Round him who saved his country by delay, 
 
 " Unus homo nobis cunctando restituit rem ; . 
 Non ponebat enim rumores ante salutum ; 
 Ergo postque magisque viri nunc gloria claret." — Ennius. 
 
 Page 87. — Again thy fury waked in Brands fierce soul. 
 
 Most historians have attributed the chief part of the desola- 
 tion of Wyoming to the well-known brutality of Brant. Some, 
 however, have labored to prove that he was not at all in that 
 vicinity at the time. Others have even attempted to justify the 
 ignominious Butler of his sanguinary share. This looks very 
 much like Byron's justification of Lucifer in his ** Mystery of 
 Cain.'* If Brant was not there in body, he was at least present 
 in soul; Giengwahtoh, or Gucingerachton, the actual leader of 
 the Indians at Wyoming, was nothing but the instrument of 
 Brant. If Butler made a feeble attempt at mercy for the de- 
 fenceless whites, was he not the avowed leader of those detest- 
 able Tories, whose greatest delight was to butcher their former 
 benefactors and even their genuine brothers? John Butler's 
 name is infamous, and will remain so forever to every true 
 American heart. Compare first note, preceding page. 
 
 Ibid. — Fair Wyoming ! thee threats the bloody storm, 
 Thee brightly decked in Nature's fairest form. 
 
 For a description of this beautiful valley, see Peck's and 
 Miner's Wyoming, or quotations from them by Dawson in the 
 chapter cited above. 
 
 The stream alluded to in the subsequent lines is the Ohio. 
 
 Page 91. — But Verplanck AhyWs less grandeur chose ; 
 Like Caljje unsubdued high Rockpoint rose, 
 
 Abyla and Calpe, ancient names for the modern Ceuta and 
 Gibraltar. 
 
NOTES. 145 
 
 Page 94. — Before them stood the hope-forlorn. 
 
 "The full of hope, misnamed 'forlorn/ 
 Who hold the thought of death in scorn, 
 And win their way with falchions' force, 
 Or pave the path with many a corse, 
 O'er which the following brave may rise. 
 Their stepping-stone — the last who dies!" 
 
 Byron, Siege of Corinth, x. 
 
 Page 98. — Thus noio Minerva found her heavenly Sire 
 Against foul Catherine breathing deadly ire. 
 
 Catherine, the Russian empress or tigress, or whatever you 
 like, provided it be sufficiently horrid; for kings and queens 
 never mean anything else. That infamous woman's robbery of 
 afflicted Poland, as well as her impious intermixture of God's 
 sacred authority with whatever of despotism she undertook, and 
 then her flagitious thanks to the Creator for the victory obtained 
 over innocent fellow-creatures, are too notorious to be here re- 
 peated. Nor, alas! need we go back to Catherine for a knowl- 
 edge of such impiety. As late as the beginning of this year 
 have clouds of incense ascended to heaven in thanksgiving for 
 the defeat of a patriot, whose pure desire was to see Rome again 
 what it had been in the days of a Brutus and a TuUy. AVhen 
 shall enlightened Liberty blot out these horrors, and give us an 
 age that will worship God as the tender Father of all? 
 
 Page 103. — Jones rigged his vessel vowed to Heaven's Maid 
 With her oivn name. 
 
 In this I have allowed myself a poetic license. The squadron 
 commanded by Jones consisted of the Bon Homme Richard, his 
 own ship, the Pallas, the Vengeance, the Alliance, and the 
 Cerf. Between the Richard and the Serapis the main combat 
 ensued ; while the Pallas secured the capture of the Countess 
 of Scarborough. Through the insubordination of Captain Lan- 
 dais, a whimsical Frenchman, the other three vessels were pre- 
 vented from taking part in the conflict. 
 
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U6 J^OTES, 
 
 Page 104. — Serapis. Milton places the accent on the first syllable: 
 
 ''Belus or Serapis, their gods." — Par. Lost, L; 
 
 for -which appear no authorities except Marlianus Capella, Pru- 
 dentius, and Paulinus Nolanus, all post- classical writers. Calli- 
 machus Epicus, a genuine Greek poet, has the penultimate long, 
 and so it is fixed by all prosodists and lexicographers. 
 
 Page 118. — Such later still the hold Batavians icere, 
 
 When patriot Haring all alone could dare 
 Fierce Alva^s thousand on the Diemer-mound, 
 Tilly safe his comrades all, he swam the blood-dt/ed sound. 
 
 "John Ilaring, of Horn, had planted himself entirely alone 
 upon the dyke, where it was so narrow between the Y on the 
 one side and the Diemer Lake on the other, that two men could 
 hardly stand abreast. Here, armed with sword and shield, he 
 had actually opposed and held in check one thousand of the 
 enemy, during a period long enough to enable his own men, if 
 they had been willing, to rally aud effectually to repel the at- 
 tack. It was too late, the battle was too far lost to be restored ; 
 but still the brave soldier held the post, till, by his devotion, 
 he had enabled all those of his compatriots who still remained 
 in the entrenchments to make good their retreat. He then 
 plunged into the sea, and, untouched by spear or bullet, effected 
 his escape. Had he been a Greek or a Roman, an Horatius or 
 a Chabrias, his name would have been famous in history — his 
 statue erected in the market-place; for the bold Dutchman on 
 his dyke had manifested as much valor in a sacred cause as"1he 
 most classic heroes of aatiquity." — Motley's Rise of the Dutch Re- 
 public, vol. ii. p. 441. 
 
 The same daring Batavian shortly afterw^ards lost his life in 
 a naval encounter on the Zuyder Zee. Fearlessly clambering 
 on board the ''Inquisition," and hauling down her colors, he 
 was shot through the body and died on deck of the ship, which 
 was not quite ready to strike her flag. — Id. ibid. p. 492. 
 
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NOTES. 147 
 
 Page 121. — And as up Penn*8 steep cliff the iron horse 
 Swift rushing yet exerts such equal force, 
 That in the night the rider scaice can know 
 He n^ounts a steep with yawning dells below. 
 
 So it seemed to me at least, when still a boy I crossed the 
 Alleghanies. It was for the first lime, ani I was naturally very 
 anxious to witness the ascent. When the train had reached 
 Allentown, I heard that the cliffs were before us. It was a dai k, 
 tempestuous night. 1 almost strained my eyes out to see the 
 mountains as we hurried swiftly on. Nothing of a mountainous 
 character, however, appeared; nor did the cars seem to hang 
 in a different position than usual. Turning to a worthy gen- 
 tleman I asked whether we had yet reached the mountain. 
 " Why," said he, '*we are near the top already." This vexed 
 me not a little; and I determined not to cross the Alleghanies 
 again in the night-time. 
 
 Page 128. — Which gods bestow on every patriot brave, 
 
 Th' Elysian fields. 
 
 Conf. Virg. "Hie manus, ob patriam pugnando vulnera 
 passi," et prsecedentia. — ^neid, vi. 660. 
 
 Page 132. — Tahlequah, for the Indian Territory of which it is 
 the capital. It may be asked why I did not add Alaska to my 
 poetic list of States and Territories. The truth is that at the 
 time when this was written, very grave doubts existed in the 
 minds of my countrymen as to the propriety of our recent pur- 
 chases. Even the most enterprising individuals entertained a 
 holy horror for the ice-huts of Sitka no less than for the totter- 
 ing headlands of Danish Thomas. When the huts of the former 
 shall have given place to stately or at least comfortable houses, 
 and the capes of the latter shall have ceased to shake, some 
 future and more gifted bard may supply the deficiency. 
 
148 NOTES. 
 
 Page 134. — He was so kind. 
 
 Even the bitterest enemies of our Union-saving President 
 must concede this. Foe and friend were alike to him, whenever 
 there was question of bestowing a pardon or a favor. His mis- 
 fortune was that, being placed in a time of faction, he could 
 not please one party without offending the other. It is only 
 after present prejudices have died out, that Lincoln can receive 
 his due merit in the page of history and poetry. 
 
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