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A collection of the poems of Jonathan Odell with a biographical and critical introduction Anderson, Joan (Johnston) 1961

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A COLLECTION OF THE POEMS OF JONATHAN ODELL WITH A BIOGRAPHICAL AND CRITICAL INTRODUCTION by JOAN JOHNSTON ANDERSON B.A., The university of Bri t i s h Columbia, 1956 A THESIS SUBMITTED IN PARTIAL FDI_II___NT OF THE REO^ UlEEMSNTS FOR THE DEGREE OF MASTER OF ARTS In the Department of ENGLISH We accept this thesis as conforming to the required standard THE UNIYERSIT? OF BRITISH COLUMBIA A p r i l , 1961 In presenting t h i s t h e s i s i n p a r t i a l f u l f i l m e n t of the requirements f o r an advanced degree at the U n i v e r s i t y of B r i t i s h Columbia, I agree that the L i b r a r y s h a l l make i t f r e e l y a v a i l a b l e f o r reference and study. I f u r t h e r agree that permission f o r extensive copying of t h i s t h e s i s f o r s c h o l a r l y purposes may be granted by the Head of my Department or by h i s representatives. It i s understood that copying or p u b l i c a t i o n of t h i s t h e s i s f o r f i n a n c i a l gain s h a l l not be allowed without my written permission. Department of The U n i v e r s i t y of B r i t i s h Columbia, Vancouver 8, Canada. ABSTRACT This t h e s i s makes a v a i l a b l e , i n as complete a c o l l e c t i o n as i t has been p o s s i b l e t o assemble, the poetry of Jonathan Odell, the f i r s t P r o v i n c i a l Secretary of New Brunswick, who was a l s o a c l e r g y -man, doctor, and worker for the L o y a l i s t cause during the American Revolution. U n t i l now, Odell has been known almost wholly as a writer of p o l i t i c a l s a t i r e , comparable to P h i l i p Freneau on the Revolutionary s i d e . Further i n v e s t i g a t i o n , however, proves that Odell»s l i t e r a r y a c t i v i t y continued long a f t e r the Revolutionary period and hesides s a t i r e , included p a t r i o t i c verse, occasional pieces, and d e s c r i p t i v e and r e f l e c t i v e poems. I t was also confirmed that he wrote an essay on prosody which was published i n England i n 1805. The manuscripts from which 0 d e l l f s work has been transcribed are located a t Saint John i n the New Brunswick Museum, where they were made a v a i l a b l e f o r research f o r the purpose of t h i s theses. The Odell C o l l e c t i o n consists o f more than 870 items which include news-papers, books, p o r t r a i t s , and about two hundred pieces of manuscript m a t e r i a l . This m a t e r i a l conprises such documents as land t r a n s f e r s , grants, deeds, business l e t t e r s , and miscellaneous correspondence, appointments, genealogical information^ and poetry written by O d e l l . The c o l l e c t i o n i s not confined only to material r e l a t i n g to Jonathan Odell, but includes a l s o m a t e r i a l r e l a t i n g to h i s son, the Honorable William F. O d e l l , and other members of the family. The t h e s i s includes a biographical sketch of Odell, a b r i e f commen-t a r y on h i s work, and the complete poems. The b i o g r a p h i c a l and c r i t i -c a l remarks are compiled from items i n the Odell ' C o l l e c t i o n as w e l l as from references i n published m a t e r i a l . The poems are represented c h r o n o l o g i c a l l y according to the stages of O d e l l 1 s l i t e r a r y a c t i v i t y : The Pre-Revolutionary Period (1759-1775) , the Revolutionary Period (1776-178$, and the New Brunswick Period (1784-1818). In a d d i t i o n to the poems from the Odell C o l l e c t i o n , a number of others have been included which were not found i n manuscript form, but which were taken from contemporary newspapers and l a t e r p u b l i c a -t i o n s . A l l the poems given are presumed to be by O d e l l , although there i s sane question about "The American Times," "To S i r James Wallace, n and "The Old Year and the New: a Prophecy." These have been placed, therefore, i n an appendix. The t h e s i s shows that the scope of 0 d e l l * s work i s f a r wider than the revolutionary s a t i r e which l i t e r a r y h i s t o r i a n s have so f a r recog-nised. That Odell had done same w r i t i n g before the war began and that he continued to write a f t e r h o s t i l i t i e s ended are c l e a r l y demon-str a t e d . The greatest body o f h i s poetry, moreover, r e v e a l i n g the most v a r i e t y i n subject matter and s t y l e , and having d i r e c t r e f e r -ence to the Canadian scene, was written during the t h i r t y - t h r e e years of h i s residence i n New Brunswick. C O N T E N T S ESTRODT3CTION The Life of Jonathan Odell i Commentary on his poetry xvi Explanatory Notes xxv COLLECTED P0EM3 Pre-Revolutionary Period 1759-1775 To cherish Arts and Genius to befriend 1 To Britannia in the Year 1763 2 Welcome Home after the Peace in 1763 3 Pope's Garden at Twickenham 5 On the Anniversary of a Friend's Marriage 7 Song from Milton's Allegro, with two additional Stanzas written at Sea, anno 1767 8 Advice to a handsome young Lady newly married 9 When a Man of true Spirit, in speaking or writing 10 My Stocking canes, lest I ahou'd tear i t 12 Sweet Memory, wafted by thy gentle Gale 13 From thee sweet Hope her airy colouring draws 14 Fragment 15 To the Ladles of Burlington Bank 16 To Orlando 17 The true History of the Golden Age 18 Revolutionary Period 1776-1785 Instum et Tenacem propositi Virura. 20 Inscription for a curious elxamber Stove 21 Song for a fishing Party 22 Ode for the King's Birth-day 23 •Tis large indeed—'tis monstrous large he cried 25 The Laws, in Days of Yore, how harsh! 29 A Birthday Song 33 Mary Odell on her Birthday March 19J H 1778 34 The Word of Congress 35 The Congratulation 46 The Feu de Joie 51 Ode for the New Year 57 A Loyalist, in Exile from his Family, sends a miniature Picture to his disconsolate Wife 59 To the Memory of Major Andre 62 Immediately after the Tragedy of Chrononhotonthologos, a Prologue intended for the Farce called Taste 63 Colonel Buckeridge's Prologue 64 The World's a Stags and a l l the Men and Women merely Players 66 Prologue spoken at the Opening of a Theatre in New York Z0$h Decern. 1781 67 Song to St. George--N.Y. 1781 68 A Wedding Song—three Years after Marriage! 70 Copy of a Card, dated 8th of June 1783 71 New Brunswick Period 1784-1818 The Inquisition 72 Lines on the Death of Rev. George Bisset 87 Age after Age, unlike the golden Prime 88 Many Thanks, my good Sir, for your kind Admonition 89 On seeing the Address to the Ship America in which Governor Carleton and his Family embark for England 90 He corneal and Heaven, i n Part, has heard our Prayer 92 The vacant House 93 To the Memory of Lord Nelson 95 The drooping Rose 97 Son$ for the 4th of June 1808 100 To the Honorable Beverly Robinson 101 Our thirty-ninth Wedding Day 102 Desipere in Loco, once in a While 104 To a young Lady, on the Death of her Father 105 Equation of Time 106 The Comet of 1811 107 Hull's Incursion into Canada 108 Hull's Invasion into Canada 110 The Battle of Queen's Town^  Upper Canada 112 The Agonizing Dilemma 113 For the 104th let the Muses entwine 118 A second Salute to Neighbour Madison 119 Dear Sir—as I promised—my Hobby's in Trim 121 Dear Madam, how truly I grieve 122 What we shall be doth not yet appear 124 My Pedigree 125 De Gustlbus non Disputandum 126 Hymn for Sunday Evening 128 To a Mother, on the Death of an infant Son 129 Reflections in Sickness, and on Recovery 130 Epigramma Comburendum 132 Roll up this blotted Slip of Paper 133 A Touch of the Times 134 To his Excellency, the Lt. Governor 136 The Gamut — for Sarah Anne Odell 157 Appendix To Sir James Wallace L38 The American Times 139 The Old Year aid the New: a Prophecy 161 BIBLIOGRAPHY 162 i The Honorable and Reverend Jonathan Odell, clergyman, doctor, poet, and f i r s t Provincial Secretary of the province of Hew Brunswick, was born in Newark, New Jersey, on 25 September 1737, the only son of John and Temperance Odell . Although a branch of the Odell family established i t s e l f i n America i n Puritan times, the family has been traced back to the Norman Conquest. The f i r s t Odell was Walter Flandrensis, the last Count of Flanders, brother o f Matilda of Flanders, wife of William the Conqueror, with whom he came to England i n 1066 and became the f i r s t Baron Odell . He held a great barony i n Bucks, England, i n 1036, of which Wahull or Woodhull, meaning wood h i l l , was the chief county seat, and from him descended the Barons Wahul, Wodhull, Woodhull, Odel l , which is found spelled various ways i n o l d records, Odel, Odle, Oadele, O d i l , e t c . . . . The t i t l e s and estates were bestowed upon the f i r s t Baron Odell by William the Conqueror for distinguished m i l i t a r y services in the conquest of England. The head of the barony was at Odell , Bedfordshire, England, where Odell church and Odell castle remain. 1 The founder of the Odell family i n America was William Odell, from the parish of Odell i n Bedfordshire. He came to New England i n the early part of the seventeenth century, i n company, i t i s thought, with the Reverend Peter Bulkeley, the rector of his parish i n England. 2 William Odell apparently settled at Concord, Massachu-setts, for his name can be found i n the town records for the year 1639. Five years l a t e r he went to l i v e i n F a i r f i e l d , Connecticut, % i n n i e A l i c e (Lewis) Pool, Odell Genealogy, United States and  Canada (1635-1935); ten generations i n direct l i n e (Monroe. Wis. , E.A. Odel l , 1935), p , 11. 2Rufus King, "Memoir of Hon. William Hunter Odell , "New England  H i s t o r i c a l and Genealogical Register. XLvT (January 1892), 20. i i became the owner of a considerable estate, and died there i n 1676. William Odell's eldest son, John, was made a freeman in 1664 by the General Assembly. Other records show his having received grants of land i n 1673 and 1678 from the town of F a i r f i e l d , and of his being a member of the Church in S t r a t f i e l d . John Odell's son, Samuel, was born 16 March 1677 in St r a t f i e l d . He i n turn received a deed of land from his father in 1700, and i n 1722 the General Assembly commissioned him Ensign. He died i n 1727. John Odell, the son of Ensign Samuel Odell, removed to Connecticut Farms, New Jersey. Here he married Temperance Dickinson, the daughter of Reverend Jonathan Dickinson, the founder and f i r s t President of the College of New Jersey (now Princeton University). John Odell's w i l l , made in 1750, mentions sp e c i f i c a l l y his son Jonathan, and other children. Some details of Jonathan Odell's early l i f e are contained i n a letter he wrote to a relative in. Limerick in 1784. Odell was spend-ing a year in England before going to New Brunswick, and took the opportunity of making a few inquiries into the Odell family background* London. 19£ h of June 1784, S i r , There is a family in New England, whose name i s Odell, and from which I am descended. At what time, or from what place, they emigrated to America, I have not discovered; but we have a tradition that the family was originally of Bedfordshire in England.... My father, having married i n New Jersey, settled in that Province, where he lived but a few years and, at his death, l e f t me, his only Son* a patrimony l i t t l e more than sufficient to defray the expenses of a l i b e r a l Education. I came to England at the close of the year 1763, was ordained hy the Bishop of London i n the year 1766, and in the year following returned to America, a missionary from the Society for the propagation of the i i i Gospel, and Rector of St. Mary's Church, at Burlington, in my native Province of New Jersey; where I lived very happily t i l l the late convulsions made i t necessary for me either to renounce my allegiance or to quit the country. In such an Alternative there was no room for hesitation; and I therefore, having Joined the King's Army in the year 1776, I remained within the British Lines t i l l the final Evacuation of New York, at which time I left the Continent and, in January last, arrived in England, with Sir Guy Carleton, who had done me the honor,, at New York, fe> appoint me Chaplain to the King's American Dragoons and Assistant Secretary to the Commander in Chief.... Thus much of my l i t t l e history I have taken the liberty, Sir, to conmunicate as an introduction to a re-quest (of which I make in the fullest confidence of your kind compliance) that you w i l l be so good as to inform me whether you can furnish any hints that may lead me to trace my family in their emigration either from England or Ireland....3 Thomas Odell replied at once to this letter as follows; ...I made every possible enquiry amongst the old people of this place, about our family, & I find that two brothers (who must have been men of fortune as they purchased large estates) came over from England in Cromwell's time, one of whom settled in the County Waterford, the other in this County; But on the strictest enquiry I cou'd not find that any one of either family emigrated to America t i l l about 30 years ago; I am inclined to think that a l l of the name are descendants of one family who came to England with William the Conqueror, & settled in Bedfordshire, then I am told there are several of the name in North Eamptonshire. I send you enclosed a rough sketch of our Arms taken from an old family Cup, which may be of some service in your researches.... Thomas Odell The Grove, Limerick July 15. 1784. 4 A second letter from Odell to his Irish relative continued the investigation into family history. 'A.L.s. in Odell collection, packet 16, shelf 29, :A.L.s. in Odell collection, packet 16, shelf 29. iv 6? h of Aug? 1784 Dear Sir ...I am at present engaged in preparing for my new employment of Secretary to the Hew province of Hew Brunswick, to which the Brother of my Friend and Patron Sir Guy Carleton is appointed Governor.... Respecting the Sketch of your family Arms, inclosed in your letter, and for which I am further to thank you, I have to remark that i f the crescents are red and the field yellow—or i n the technical language of heraldry— i f the arms be w 0 r . three crescents gules," they agree exactly with what I have been taught many years ago to claim as belonging to the stock from which I am derived....5 While in England also, and probably as a result of his corres-pondence with his Irish relative, Odell changed both his crest and motto to that which was in use by the Irish branch of the family, and described as "Crest:-An arm aabowed in armor, holding a sword, a l l ppr. Motto:- Pro patria invictus." 6 What Odell did not mention in his letters to Thomas Odell was the fact of his graduation from Nassau Hall, a branch of the College of New Jersey, i n 1759, with a Master of Arts degree in medicine, after which time he became a surgeon in the British Army stationed in the West Indies. It was while serving with the Army that Odell de-cided to go to England in order to study for the ministry. On 31 Dec-ember 1766j three years after his arrival in England, he was ordained Deacon by the Right Reverend Dr. Richard Terrick, Bishop of London, in the Chapel Royal of St. James• Palace, Westminster-, and on 4 January 1767, he took the orders of priesthood, being ordained, in this instance, by Philip, Bishop of Norwich, also at St. James» Palace. On 19 January 5A.L.s. in Odell collection, packet 16, shelf 29, 6John Bernard Burke, ed., A Genealogical and Heraldic History of  the Colonial Gentry, II (London, Harrison and Sons, 1895), p. 822. of that year, Odell was licensed to preach in the province of New Jersey, and on 29 March, he became a member of the Society for the Relief of Widows and Orphans of Clergymen, Later in 1767, Odell was sent by the Society for the Propogation of the Gospel to the Church of St, Mary»s, Burlington, New Jersey* and was inducted by the governor of the province, His Excellency William Franklin, 9 Odell made his home in Burlington for the next nine years, serving the church both there and in Mount Holly. Burlington in 1767 was a community of about two hundred families, a quarter of whom were of the Episcopal faith. Upon his arrival, Odell found a considerable amount of work to be done on the church and in the parish, both in the way of repairing the church building and in arranging services for families in outlying districts. In two years, the building had been repaired and enlarged, and gifts of fur-nishings had been presented by the wife of the governor. TSitil the debt incurred by the building of the church had been paid off, Odell declined the contribution of his congregation towards his salary. From 1769 to 1774 he was the seoretary to the colonial society for the relief of widows and orphans of clergymen, a corporation which he and other Episcopalian ministers founded with the aid of Governor Franklin. In 1770, George Whitefield, the Calvinist missionary, preached before the court house in Burlington, He was the most impressive of a number of Methodist missionaries to come to the colonies, and 8The illegitimate son of Benjamin Franklin. v i attracted great crowds wherever he went. This popularity did not unduly alarm Odell who, in a letter to the Society for the Propaga-tion of the Gospel, offered his opinion of such dissenting ministers. Burlington June 28, 1771. Reverend Sir, The state of Religion in general in my Mission continues to be not unpromising notwithstanding some inconveniences arising from time to time among us from the frequent Visits that are made us by a number of methodlstic Emissaries T/_O are taking uncommon pains to get footing in this Country. I have hitherto been in hopes that their diligence may be defeated by letting the Novelty pass without any open warmth of opposition, which might inflame the weak but honest minded few, who for a while are apt to admire those Itinerants, but may be expected ere long to change their admiration into indifference. I am Sir &c Jon11 Odell. 9 On 6 May 1772, Odell was married to Anne De Cou, daughter of Isaac De Cou of Burlington, by William Thomson, Missionary, presumably Episcopal, at Trenton. There were four children by this marriage-one son and three daughters. Mary, the eldest, was bom on 19 March 1773, and died at Maugerville, New Brunswick, in 1848. She never married. William Franklin, born 19 October 1774, was named after the last loyal governor of New Jersey, and succeeded his father as Provin-cial Secretary of New Brunswick in 1812. Lucy Anne, born 14 November 1776, married Colonel Rudyerd, of the Royal Engineers, and died at Halifax in 1829, and Sarah Anne, born 11 May 1781, married Charles Lee of York County, New Brunswick. For financial reasons as well as for the welfare of the community, Odell combined his ministerial work in Burlington with the practice yGeorge Morgan H i l l s , History of the Church in Burlington (Trenton, William S. Sharp, 1876), pp. 300-301. v i i of medicine. In the diary of James Crafts, the entry for 25 August 1771, is ^ Episcopal Parson Odell commenced Dr. of Physick.* 1 0 On 8 November 1774, Odell presented himself as a candidate for admission into the New jersey Medical Society. Being well known and well re-commended, he was admitted with the usual examination. At the same meeting OdeLl was appointed to a committee to oonfer with the Attorney General and assist i n the attempt to obtain a Charter of Incorpora-tion for the members of the Society. By 1774, political conditions had become so threatening that Governor Franklin felt i t necessary to remove his o f f i c i a l residence from Burlington to Perth Amboy, a town much closer to New York, the centre of Loyalist activity.. v.. .the task undertaken by a governor of one of the provinces of Great Britain was one of great difficulty. His difficulties were greatly increased by the persistent attempt of the king, and his ministers and parliament, to tax the people of the colonies, without the consent of their represent-atives, which they were resolute in resisting...; Governor Franklin was a handsome and very agreeable man, abounding in facetious anecdote, and thus resembling his father. That father continued on good terms with him until the war was in active progress. His last v i s i t to him was after he removed to Perth Amboy in 1774. They then discussed the controversy between the mother country and her colonies. They were far from agreeing. No man in America was more fully resolved upon resistance, at whatever cost, than the elder Franklin. The son, who disapproved the earlier measures of the British ministry, was s t i l l mindful of his oath as a royal governor; and remained a thorough government man, deeming the opposition of the colonists more mad than the measures of the ministry. h 11 Upon the outbreak of the Revolution, the ministers of the church were expected to promote, as far as they were able, a spirit of peace 10Winthrop Sargent, ed., Loyalist Poetry of the Revolution (Philadelphia, [pollinsn, 1857) p. 200. ^Elmer's Biographical Sketches, p. 52, quoted in H i l l s , pi 304. v i i of medicine. In the dia r y of James C r a f t s , the entry f o r 25 August 1771, i s "Episcopal Parson Odell commenced Dr. of PhyBick." 1 0 On 8 November 1774, Odell presented himself as a candidate f o r admission into the New Jersey Medical Society. Being w e l l known and w e l l r e -commended , he was admitted without the usual examination. At the same meeting Odell was appointed to a committee to confer with the Attorney General and a s s i s t i n the attempt to obtain a Charter of Incorporation for the members of the Society. By 1774, p o l i t i c a l conditions had become so threatening that Governor F r a n k l i n f e l t i t necessary t o remove his o f f i c i a l residence from Burlington to Perth Amboy, a town much c l o s e r t o New York, the centre of L o y a l i s t a c t i v i t y . ...the task undertaken by a governor of one of the provinces of Great B r i t a i n nas one of great d i f f i c u l t y . His d i f f i c u l t i e s were g r e a t l y increased by the p e r s i s t e n t attempt of the king, and h i s ministers and parliament, to tax the people of. the co l o n i e s , without the consent of t h e i r represent-a t i v e s , which they were resolute i n r e s i s t i n g . . . . Governor F r a n k l i n was a handsome and very agreeable man, abounding i n facetious anecdote, and thus resembling h i s f a t h e r . That fat h e r continued on good terms with him u n t i l the war was i n a c t i v e progress. His l a s t v i s i t to him was a f t e r he removed to Perth Amboy i n 1774. They then discussed the controversy between the mother country and: her co l o n i e s . They were f a r from agreeing* No man i n America was more f u l l y resolved upon resistance, at whatever cost, than the e l d e r F r a n k l i n . The son, who disapproved the e a r l i e r measures of the B r i t i s h m i n i s t r y , was s t i l l mindful of h i s oath as a r o y a l governor; and remained a thorough government man, deeming the opposition of the c o l o n i s t s more mad than the measures of the m i n i s t r y . upon the outbreak o f the Revolution, the ministers of the church were expected to promote, as f a r as they were able, a s p i r i t of peace 1 0Winthrop Sargent, ed., L o y a l i s t Poetry of the d e v o l u t i o n (P h i l a d e l p h i a , C o l l i n s , 1857) p. 200. "^Elmer's Biographical Sketches, p. 52 r quoted i n H i l l s , p. 304. v i i i amongst their parishioners, and i t was Odell's sincere wish that there be a harmonious relationship between England and the colonies. He felt that discussion between the Colonial Office and America would bring about a greater understanding between the two, and that the hostilities which had arisen as a result of the Stamp Act could be averted. As the political situation worsened, however, Odell found himself strongly drawn to the Loyalist cause, and when two letters written by him were intercepted, he was paroled by the committee of Inspection and Observation in Philadelphia with the understanding that he would not leave that city. The Committee then referred the matter to the Council of Safety of Pennsylvania before which he appeared on 8 October 1775. He was discharged, having given his word to appear when required before the Committee of Safety of New Jersey. On 17 October, he appeared before the New Jersey Congress, and his case was deliberated upon. After the signing of the Declaration of Independence in July, 1776, the County Committee of Burlington took more direct action against Odell. Peter Tallman, the chairman of the Committee, was ordered to take parole of Odell as "a person suspected of being inimical to American liberty,? 1 2 and to obtain a promise that Odell ••confine himself on the East side of the Delaware river, within a circle of eight miles from the Court House in the city of Burlington.'* Odell remained in Burlington until December of 1776. The diary ^ H i l l s , p. 312. 1 3 I b i d . ix of Margaret Morris, a Quakeress who had bought Governor Franklin 's house, furnishes interesting information regarding Odell 'a last few days i n New Jersey, Dec; 14th 1776, Several of our friends cal led to see us; amongst the number was one Dr. Odell esteemed by the whole family and very intimate i n i t ; but the s p i r i t of the d e v i l s t i l l continued to rove through the town i n the shape of tory-hunters. A mess-age was delivered to our intimate friend, informing him a party of armed men were on the search for him—his horse was brought, and he r e t i r e d to a place of safety. From the 33th to the 16th, parties of armed men rudely entered the town, and diligent search was made for t a r i e s : a loud knocking at my door brought me to i t . . . I asked what they wanted there; they said to search for a tory; The name of a tory, so near my own door, seriously alarmed me, for a poor refugee was at that very time concealed l i k e a thief i n an auger h o l e ^ . . I put on a very simple look, and cried out, 'Bless me, I hope you are not Hessians. ' — but I ' l l go with you into Gol. Cox's house. So I marched at the head of them opened the door and searched every place, but we could not f ind the t o r y . . . . We returned — they greatly disappointed — I , pleased to think my house was not suspected. They left us, and searched J . v , »s Dames Veree*s3 and the two next houses, but no tory could they f i n d . In the evening I went to town with my refugee, and placed him i n other lodgings; Dec. 3Sth. Our refugee gone off to-day out of the reach of gondolas 1 5 and tory hunters. Dec. 22d. This afternoon we hear of our refugee again, and that he has got a protection, as. i t i s cal led. The rage of t o r y -hunting a l i t t l e subsided. 1 After leaving Burlington, Odell went to New York where he spent the next seven years working for the Loyalist cause. "His principles and qualif ications speedily procured the notice of persons i n command at the seat of war, and during i t s continuance, he executed many im-portant and confidential t r u s t s , ' ' 1 7 In 1778, he became chaplain to *A secret chamber, or room behind a l inen closet , 15 Flat-bottomed barges used as gunboats. l 6 H i l l s , pi 321. 17 Sargent, p . 202. X the First Battalion of the Pennsylvania Loyalists, and from 4 Nov-ember 1782, he was Assistant Secretary to the Board of Associated Loyalists. On 1 August 1782, Odell read an address before the King's American Dragoons, of which he was chaplain from 25 April 1782 to 10 October 1783. Prince William Henry, who later became William IT, was then a midshipman in the fleet of Admiral Bigby, and was amongst those who heard this address. In addition to being the chaplain of two re-giments, Odell was employed as one of Sir Guy Carleton's secretaries, wrote political satire in both poetry and prose, for such party journals as Rivington's Royal Gazette, and generally used every means in his power to combat rebellion. He was also the agent through whom Benedict Arnold and Major Andre conducted their correspondence, the letters being sent to Odell's care. In 1778, an Inquisition of High Treason was issued against Odell and two other men from Burlington County. A further order was issued against them the following year. None of the three appeared at either of the Burlington County court sessions, and the matter was finally dropped in 1787. Towards the end of the war, Odell wrote to his friend Edward Winslow, who was muster-master-general of provincial forces in Nova Scotia, asking for a recommendation for future employment, because he could foresee that his work for Sir Guy Carleton would soon be coming to an end. He said in part: New York, 8th Novamb'r, 1783. Sir,... my request is in three words, that you w i l l speak of me in the language of a friendly partiality to General Fox, a hint from whom in my favour to his Brother... might contribute much to the success of my hopes respecting an appointment as Assistant Secretary to a British Embassador, x i i f such an one is to be sent to this country. My present employment in the same station...is unavoidably to cease in a very short t ime... He closed the letter with the hope of seeing Winslow in Nova Scotia that winter; but a second letter less than a month later told of a change in his plans. "Ceres"-- off Staten Island, 3d Dec'r, 1783. My dear Sir,—Our evacuation of New York took place on the 25th ultimo without any appearance of disorder, and the town, we hear, continues in quiet under the American military. The season being so far advanced, I have posts--poned my intended voiage to Nova Scotia t i l l next Spring, and am hoping to pass the winter in England. The Commander in Chief having done me the honor to invite me to a passage with him makes this voiage the more agreeable,19 In return for his services in support of the Loyalist cause, Odell was eventually rewarded with a political appointment as secretary of the newly formed province of New Brunswick, which until 1784 had been part of Nova Scotia. This position, like that of the lieutenant-governor, was not intended to be permanent, Solicitor-General Ward Chipman, another appointee to the Council, wrote of this to Winslow, who had hoped to be given the position Odell received; London, 9th July, 1784. My dear Ned,..; Col. Carleton, Sir Guy's brother, is at length appointed and has accepted*..; Had either Fox or Musgrave accepted the Government, you would have been the Secretary with the concomitant offices; But Mr. Odell has the appoint-ment under Col. Carleton.... You I understand are one of the Council. I am now to t e l l you a secret not by any means to be again mentioned, which I have in confidence from Mr. 1 8William Odber Raymond, ed., Winslow Papers A. D. 1776-182*6 (Saint John, Sun Printing Company, 1901), p. 148. 3 C i i Watson this morning, with permission to mention i t to you only, in a very private letter. Col. Carleton's is but a temporary appointment, he goes on to be Governor to Quebec and w i l l take Mr. Odell with him....20 The position did develop into a permanent one, however, for. both Odell and Carleton, although the Lieutenant-Governor took his family to England in 1803 and did not come back to the province. Colonel Carleton had arrived in New Brunswick in November, 1784, bringing with him from London the Loyalists who had been appointed to the Council. Their work, i n the years following the formation of the province, had to do with such administrative problems as land grants, commerce, boundary settlements, and the establishment of a college which was to become the university of New Brunswick in 1859. Carleton, Odell, Winslow, Chipman, and other Loyalists were among the governors and trustees of The College of New Brunswick to which a charter was granted in 1800 although an academy had been in existence in Frederic-ton for fifteen years. As provincial secretary Odell discharged his office with effic-iency and faithfulness. His l i f e , at first in Saint John for a few months, and then in Fredericton, which was selected by Governor Carleton for the provincial capital, was f i l l e d with government duties and the social obligations attached thereto. Although there is no evidence of his continuing to practise medicine, Odell's services as a clergyman were not infrequently called upon. He became a warden of Trinity Church i n Saint John, and he also preached there in 1784 and Ibid., pp. 213-214. x i i i 1785 when the church was without a regular minister. It was because of this double capacity as politician and minister that he became known by the t i t l e "the Honorable and Reverend Jonathan Odell." While his Loyalist sympathies carried Odell from Burlington to New York, then England, and finally Canada, Mrs. Odell and the child-ren remained in New Jersey, but after a nine year's separation, the family was reunited in Fredericton, sometime in 1785. The foundation and growth of the province, and the l i f e of the settlers there, would surely have provided much material & r Odell to write about, yet i n a letter of 1802 to his friend and fellow Loyalist, the Reverend Jonathan Boucher, who had returned to London and remained there, Odell suggested that nothing of importance had been happening in New Brunswick* When I took leave of you in the year 1784, I promised sometimes to write to you from this New Country. It is now near eighteen years that I have at times thought of this promise, and always with a sincere determination to perform i t — but seldom with anything at hand that appeared likely to afford you either amusement or interesting infor-mation* "The four corners of Europe on fire around you," left nothing for me to communicate, from this frigid retreat, worthy of your attention. You, on the contrary, have entertained and instructed your Country as a public Preacher, not from a single pulpit, but from the Press, which has con-signed a part of your literary labors, and w i l l yet I hope consign more of them to the present and future generations,31 It was obviously necessary for Odell to find some reason for breaking his eighteen year silence in order to ask a favor of his friend who had a certain amount of influence with the publishing business. How-ever, to excuse himself an the ground that there was l i t t l e about his l i f e in the new country to afford either amusement or interesting 21A.L,s, in Odell Collection, packet 29, shelf SO xiv Information cornea strangely from one who was so closely involved in the development of the province* Perhaps he was so near the centre of things that he did not realize the extent of the economic and cultural progress around him. But i t seems more likely that, because of his o f f i c i a l capacity, he regarded as confidential any information concerning the growth of New Brunswick as a matter for discussion only at meetings of the Executive Council. Odell continued in his capacity of provincial secretary until 1812. A year or two previously, on behalf of his son, he had peti-tioned Lieutenant-Governor Martin Hunter who in turn applied to Robert Peel (under-secretary for the colonies). While Lord Liverpool, the Colonial Secretary, by no means condoned the principle of such succession, he nevertheless gave consent to the request that William Franklin Odell continue in the position held so long by his father. Fredericton, New Brunswick, 10l h Aug! 1811 Sir In the Month of March 1810 I transmitted to My Lord Liverpool a Memorial ... from M. Odell the Provincial Secretary, with my Certificate in support of his petition— that after so many years of faithful and diligent Service, from the first establishment of the province in the year 1784, he might be permitted to ret ire j and that His Majesty's p i c ^ would be graciously pleased to appoint William Franklin Odell, the son of the Petitioner, to succeed him in the offices of Secretary, and Register of the Records and clerk of His Majesty's Council of New Brunswick. During my administration pf this Government, Mr. Odell has discharged the duties of his Station with such zeal and ability, that I should think myself guilty of injustice to a very Old and faithful Servant of His Majesty, i f I were to leave the Province without making another effort to obtain a favorable answer to his request.... The offices in question, though they require talents and assiduity, are productive of small emolument seldom amounting in whole to four hundred pounds per annum, and this with no allowance for o f f i c i a l XV assistance of any kind; and I can assure hi s Lordship that both the f a t h e r and the Son, f o r whom I s o l i c i t , are worthy of h i s favor and p r o t e c t i o n . . . . I have the hon...etc. Sg^ Martin Hunter L t . Gov? N . B I F Rob* Peel esqe. etc. e t c . etc. 2 2 In due course Robert Peel returned the following r e p l y : Downing Street, 5 December 1811. S i r , I have received and l a i d before the E a r l of L i v e r p o o l your l e t t e r of the IO? 1 1 August i n c l o s i n g the Memorial of M? Odell the Secretary of the Province, & I am d i r e c t e d to acquaint you that although h i s Lordship deems the resigna-t i o n of h i s o f f i c e by M? Odell i n favor of h i s Son o b j e c t -ionable on general p r i n c i p l e s ; Yet that he i s induced i n t h i s instance i n consequence of your earnest recommendation & the strong testimony which you have given o f the f a i t h f u l Services of M? Odell and the q u a l i f i c a t i o n s of h i s son to submit to the Prince Regent the appointment o f MT William F r a n e k l i n Odell to be Secretary & Register of the Province of New Brunswick. I have the honor to be, S i r , Your most obedient, humble Servant, Rob. Peel Maj¥ Gen. Hunter etc. e t c . e t c . 2 3 The p o s i t i o n , then, passed from father to son, and William F r a n k l i n O d e l l served as p r o v i n c i a l secretary u n t i l h i s death i n 1844. The o f f i c e had thus remained i n the one family f o r s i x t y years. ~-JThe l a s t s i x years of OdelUs l i f e , although.marred o c c a s i o n a l l y by serious i l l n e s s , were f u l l and busy ones. He continued t o take a 'A.L.'s. i n Ode l l c o l l e c t i o n , packet 16, s h e l f 29. 5A.L.s. i n Ode l l c o l l e c t i o n , packet 16, s h e l f 29. r v i lively interest in the people and the events of the community; he read widely, wrote poetry, studied Hebrew. Odell was eighty-one years old when he died on 25 November 1818, and the flat stone which covers his grave in the old Loyalist burying ground at Fredericton records the esteem in which he was held by those who knew him. The duties thus developing upon him he unremittingly and faithfully discharged for upward of thirty years, assist-ing also in emergency in the church. After the relinquish-ment of his appointment he kept his wanted course to the end, religious, loyal, upright, charitable, prompt in friendship, persevering in good offices, he is now mourned in proportion as he was cherished and respeoted by his family, by his friends, by the public, by the poor. -Throughout most of his l i f e , in addition to his religious and political duties, Odell found time for writing. If he is known at a l l today in literary circles, i t is for his s k i l l as a satirist for the Loyalist cause during the Revolution that he is remembered. Yet he had been writing for more than twenty years when his talent for both prose and poetry was called upon for more serious use than he had probably ever intended. There is l i t t l e in his work before the Revol-ution to suggest the powerful and forceful utterance he evinced during the war years. The political satire of Charles Churchill in England, and the literary styles of Dryden and Pope, greatly influenced a l l the writers of the American Revolution, but because of the vigor and direct-ness of his attack, and his mastery of the heroic couplet, Odell has been referred to by an American literary historian as "the satirical poet who in art and power surpassed a l l his fellows," 3 4 Vernon Moses Coit Tyler, The literary History of the American  Revolution. I (New York, Putnam, 1897), 26. xvii Parringtcm, however, while conceding that Odell " f o r b i t t e r n e s s of s a t i r e outdid Freneau at his f r a n k e s t , " 2 5 attaches no l a s t i n g merit to h i s work. Empty Jonathan Odell of prejudice, c l a s s i n t e r e s t , passion for the prerogative, with t h e i r c o r o l l a r y of p r a i s e f o r an unmanly t r u c k l i n g to the Sing, and nothing remains, the empty sack collapses The s a t i r i c a l poems are the ones by which Odell i s known because of t h e i r p u b l i c a t i o n both i n newspapers of the time and, at a l a t e r date, i n The Loyal Verses of Stansbury and Odell edited by Winthrop Sargent, but his l i t e r a r y output extends f a r beyond t h i s i n both sub-ject matter and s t y l e * His interest i n w r i t i n g began f a i r l y e a r l y , and h i s development can be traced from h i s f i r s t dated poem (1759), which i s a t r a n s l a t i o n from the French; through an eulogy i n s p i r e d by a v i s i t t o Pbpe»s garden at Twickenham; a p a t r i o t i c s a l u t e t o h i s former regiment on t h e i r r e t u r n from m i l i t a r y duty; a group of pastor-a l poems with a Burlington s e t t i n g ; a wryly humorous l i t t l e piece signed " V e r i d i c u s " intended as a reminder t o some u n i d e n t i f i e d person about h i s unmended socks; and a serious s a t i r i c a l poem, also signed Ver i d i c u s , published i n Pennsylvania Chronicle as e a r l y as 1768, which foreshadowed the growing h o s t i l i t i e s i n America, The following passage, taken from t h i s e a r l y poem e n t i t l e d "When a Man o f true S p i r i t , i n Speaking or Writing," i n d i c a t e s the d i r e c t i o n of O d e l P s d 0 M a i n Currents i n American Thought I I (New York, Harcourt, Brace, 1927-301, p. 256, 2 6 I b i d , I I , p. 259. x v i i i p o l i t i c a l t h i n k i n g , and the influence of the contemporary l i t e r a r y s t y l e upon hi s work. B u t — i f I have rated your candour too high; I f your modesty suffe r you at i l l t o r e p l y , And employ, without shame, your s o p h i s t i c a l s k i l l To make Reason and Conscience submit to" your w i l l ; I f you scorn to retreat from the path you are i n , And because you've began, w i l l continue to s i n Against equity, t r u t h , and the f a i t h you profess, I f you thus p e r s e v e r e — a l l the World must confess That I paint , with the p e n c i l of t r n t h , the demerit Of such an u n c h r i s t i a n i n t o l e r a n t s p i r i t . The outbreak of war, O d e l l 1 s subsequent removal to New York, and hi s p a r t i c i p a t i o n i n the Revolution, brought to an end h i s years of apprenticeship and desultory composition of pleasant small pieces which showed by t h e i r a l l u s i o n s and s t y l e the influence of such poets as M i l t o n and Pope. His f u l l attention f o r the next seven years was t o be given to the L o y a l i s t cause f o r which he wrote i n both poetry and prose under various pseudonyms such as Peter Puff, Y o r i c , Orlando, and po s s i b l y Camillo Querno. Winthrop Sargent says of the q u a l i t y of h i s s a t i r e that " i n f e r t i l i t y of conception and v i g o r and ease of ex-pression, many passages in h i s poems w i l l compare favorably with those of C h u r c h i l l and Canning." 2 7 The s a t i r i c a l poems f o r which Odell i s c h i e f l y remembered are "The Word of Congress," "The Congratulation," "The : Feu de J o i e , " and "The American Times," although there i s some question as to h i s author-ship of t h i s Last work. In these lengthy poems which serve as v e h i c l e s fo r b i t t e r attacks on the r e v o l u t i o n a r i e s , O d e l l harangues Congress f o r i t s part i n s t i r r i n g up r e b e l l i o n , and m e r c i l e s s l y s a t i r i z e s such eminent w r i t e r s and leaders as Paine, P o l a s k i , Jay, and Chase, while L o y a l i s t Poetry, pp. 202-203 x i x at a l l times showing complete confidence i n the ultimate v i c t o r y of the T o r i e s . In "The American Times," i n order to denounce the Revolutionaries, he r e l i e s on the M i l t o n i c device of the f a l l e n angels who i n t h e i r absence from Pandemonium take human form. I n c a l l i n g the demons about him to receive sentence and punishment, he excludes scarcely anyone. The following excerpt concerning Washington w i l l serve as an i l l u s t r a t i o n . Go, wretched author of thy country's g r i e f , Patron o f V i l l a i n y , of v i l l a i n s c h i e f ; Seek with thy cursed crew the ce n t r a l gloom, Ere Truth's avenging sword begin thy doom; Or sudden vengeance of c e l e s t i a l dart P r e c i p i t a t e thee with augmented smart. This stanza from "The Feu de J o i e " f u r t h e r exemplifies the b i t t e r -ness of h i s attacks on the Revolutionary leaders. Let songs o f triumph every voice employ, And every Muse discharge a feu de j o i e . Does Lordly Congress r e l i s h t h i s d e f e a t — Say, i s i t pleasant t o t h e i r souls and sweet? What, both o'er thrown, America and France, By one small s p l i n t e r of the B r i t i s h Lance. Yet these were they, gi g a n t i c i n t h e i r boast, Who swore to chase us from t h i s Western Coast: Yet these were they who b u i l t flat-bottomed boats, And vow'd to drive us l i k e a Flock of Goats. Unstable as the sand, t h e i r a r t s s h a l l f a i l : As water weak, they never s h a l l p r e v a i l , These, Reuben-like, t h e i r parents' couch d e f i l e : L i k e Judas, these s h a l l perish i n t h e i r g u i l e . Could the Sword spare them, yet of Heaven accurst Their very Bowels would, asunder burst. At the same time that Odell was denouncing the Revolution and a l l who took part i n i t , he was warmly p r a i s i n g the L o y a l i s t cause and p r e d i c t i n g i t s ultimate v i c t o r y . These l i n e s from "A Birthday Song," composed i n 1777 i n honor of the king's' birthday show h i s confidence i n the outcome of the war XX Though, f a c t i o n by falsehood awhile may p r e v a i l , And l o y a l t y s u f f e r s a captive i n j a i l , B r i t a i n i s rouz'd, r e b e l l i o n Is f a l l i n g : God save the King I The captive s h a l l soon be r e l e a s ' d from h i s chain; And conquest restore us to B r i t a i n again, Ever to j o i n i n chanting m e r r i l y Glory and joy crown the KingI Two poems composed during the war but not p r i m a r i l y p o l i t i c a l deserve some mention. One i s addressed to Odell's daughter Mary on the occasion o f her f i f t h birthday. I t i s wr i t t e n from the point of view o f a young c h i l d as yet not d i r e c t l y a f f e c t e d by war. There i s a dual purpose i n t h i s poem—to greet h i s daughter, and t o counsel her, i n words she would understand, on how to act should any a d v e r s i t y touch her. And i f , ere long, my vacant heart Is to be f i U ' d with care and pain, S t i l l I s h a l l bravely hear my part While Youth and Innocence remain. The other poem, with self-explanatory t i t l e , i s WA L o y a l i s t , i n E x i l e from h i s Family, sends a miniature P i c t u r e to h i s disconsolate Wife." In t h i s very personal work Odell r e c a l l s t h e i r courtship and marriage i n the peaceful days before the Revolution, and expresses disappoint-ment over the progress and length of the war and the separation from h i s family * He asks h i s wife to take comfort from the thought tha t , although they are n e c e s s a r i l y apart He l i v e s with thee, while here a l i f e l e s s form Alone remains t o bide the p e l t i n g storm. He concludes with a hope f o r happier days when the war w i l l be over and the famil y together once more. Those be t t e r days, I t r u s t , s h a l l yet come round; Again s h a l l love and Innocence be crown*d, And, to the l a s t , l i f e ' s golden hours employ In a sweet c i r c l e of domestic joy. The third phase of Odell's literary career can be said to begin about 1785 with his appointment to political office in New Brunswick. Because of the demands upon his time, his writing again became what he presumably originally intended i t should be—a pleasant diversion for the enjoyment of his family and friends, with l i t t l e or no thought of publication. During these years, Odell found time to write a surprising number of poems and verses, and while none sustained the brilliance of his: political works, the reasons for his writings were different, and the variety of his themes help to establish a more complete picture of the man's personality. In his book Creative Writing in Canada, Desmond Pacey says that Poets like Joseph Stansbury (1740-1809) and Jonathan Odell (1737-1818) turned out satirical poems directed against the republican sentiments of the American rebels, nostalgic lyrics in which they voiced the longings of the exile for' heme, and rousing patriotic songs in •which they celebrated the glories of the British Flag and Crown, but most of their better work had been done before they came to Canada and none of i t had any direct relationship with the Canadian scene.28 While there is undoubtedly some truth in this statement, there is no evidence to suggest that Odell wished to return to Burlington other than in "A Loyalist in Exile," which he wrote while in New York. Rather, the subject matter of the later poems shows that Odell regarded himself as being permanently and contentedly established in the new country, for he wrote with both assurance and vividness about both local and international events during the thirty-four years of his residence in New Brunswick. There are, of course, a few verses like Toronto, Ryerson, Q.95SQ, p. 8. x x i i "Epigramma Camburendum" which are of only s l i g h t content and merit, but they were obviously never intended t o be more than what they a r e — humorous greetings to his f r i e n d s , i n rhyme rather than prose. O d e l l 1 s w r i t i n g j on the whole, shows a considerable amount of d i v e r s i t y and s k i l l . An example of h i s in t e r e s t i n l o c a l happenings, and of h i s develop-ment as a poet, can be found i n "The drooping Rose." This i s a poem of welcome addressed to Mrs. Martin Hunter, the wife of the Lieutenant-governor who succeeded Thomas Carleton. Like much of Odell's work, the element o f autobiography i s c l e a r l y apparent, but i t i s a gracious and polished piece of w r i t i n g , and i t contains at l e a s t one passage of des-c r i p t i o n which i s w e l l worth noting. Fresh verdure decks the Lawn and tufted Trees, The blooming Terrace courts the western breeze; Calmly the R i v e r gl i d e s majestic by; And yonder landscape charms the unwearied eye. Another aspect of Odell's nature, as revealed i n two short poems, i s h i s interest i n s c i e n t i f i c e matters. These verses are "The Equation of Time," and "The Comet of 1811." The l a t t e r i s an amusing blend o f f a c t and s u p e r s t i t i o n . •Tis a l l from that f r i z z l e - p a t e vagabond Comet. Who, squeezing h i s t a i l e , l i k e a Sponge as he pass'd, Has drenched us with r a i n "from the S k i r t of h i s b l a s t . " In a d d i t i o n to w r i t i n g poetry i n New Brunswick, Odell had worked fo r some time on an essay, the subject of which held considerable i n t e r e s t for him. Published i n London i n 1805, the work was e n t i t l e d 29 An Essay on the elements, accents and prosody of the E n g l i s h language. '"'This work i s l i s t e d i n the B r i t i s h Museum Catalogue. There i s a copy of i t i n the Odell C o l l e c t i o n , but as i t had been m i s l a i d , I was not able to examine i t . The manuscript, however was a v a i l a b l e . x x i i i I t was on account of t h i s essay that Odell wrote to Boucher the l e t t e r already quoted i n part. He went on to say: I have for some time past employed my l e i s u r e hours..*in d i g e s t i n g and arranging some ideas that have long f l o a t e d i n my mind, on the Subject of the vocal and a r t i c u l a t e Elements of our language, and on the Accents and Prosody both of our own and the ancient languages, some points of which...have never been s a t i s f a c t o r i l y explained nor r i g h t l y under-stood. ... I mean...to give you...the trouble of perusing and, where you may see occasion, of c o r r e c t i o n my manuscript, and superintending i t s p u b l i c a t i o n , 5 ^ Odell's retirement from p u b l i c l i f e coincided with the War of 1812, so that h i s r e t u r n t o more ambitious w r i t i n g i n the form of p o l i t i c a l s a t i r e i s not s u r p r i s i n g . Although tempered by age and distance from the scene, the f i r e and z e a l he exhibited during the Revolution are evident i n such poems as "The Agonizing Dilemma," ••Hull's Incursion into Canada,* and "The B a t t l e of Queen's Town". A quotation from "Hull ' s Incursion" w i l l show h i s unabated p a t r i o t i s m . Came, tune up and summon, with pipe and with tabor, Sweet Echo — to sound a Salute to Our Neighbour, Whom Nap, the Destroyer of peace and good Order, Persuaded to make an Attack on our Border. At h i s bidding came H u l l , and he made Pro c l a m a t i o n — "Choose wisely, Submission or Extermination." F u l l surely he thought, by t h i s i n s o l e n t Bluster, To put a l l h i s foes i n a t e r r i b l e f l u s t e r . On the Shoces of Potomack, i n Washington C i t y , Nap's Minions may sing thorough bass to my d i t t y But a l l who d i s d a i n to f i g h t under h i s Order, W i l l curse Neighbour Madison's War on Our Border. Of le s s l a s t i n g s i g n i f i c a n c e , however, are the verses Odell composed 3 0 S e e footnote 21. xxiv and sang t o wall-known tunes at s o c i a l gatherings i n Fredericton. Songs l i k e "To the l O i * ! 1 * were obviously meant only for the enjoy-ment of the moment by an u n c r i t i c a l and p a t r i o t i c audience. The poems which Odell wrote i n h i s l a s t years, excluding those which had to do with the War of 1812, are marked by i n t r o s p e c t i o n and s i m p l i c i t y . The fondness f o r family which we have already seen can be found again i n such poems as "Dear S i r - as I promis'd - my Hobby's i n Trim,* a humorous verse i n d i c a t i n g the f r i e n d l y r e l a t i o n -ship between father and son; and i n "The Gamut — f o r Sarah Anne Odell*' i n which he reveals h i s pride i n h i s youngest daughter's musical accomplishments. "Our t h i r t y - n i n t h wedding day" r e i t e r a t e s the sentiment of "A L o y a l i s t i n E x i l e " but adds a more sombre note with h i s awareness of the p o s s i b l e nearness o f death, But now, approaching f a s t the verge of l i f e , With what emotions do I see a Wife And children, smiling with a f f e c t i o n dear And think how sure that p a r t i n g and how nearI A number of poems also w r i t t e n i n the l a s t few years of Odell's l i f e r e v e a l , d i r e c t l y or i n d i r e c t l y , an increasing dependency on the B i b l e f o r t h e i r i n s p i r a t i o n . "What we s h a l l be doth not yet appear" i s based on the text from the f i r s t E p i s t l e of S t . John, while "Reflections i n Sickness and on Recovery" i l l u s t r a t e s the strength of h i s r e l i g i o u s f a i t h . The poem concludes with the f o l l o w i n g l i n e s : Protect me then, Great Giver of a l l Good, And, through temptation watchfully withstood, Conduct me S a f e l y i n the doubtful S t r i f e Of V i r t u e , s t r u g g l i n g through the snares of l i f e . T i l l I may come v i ctorious to the shore, Where doubt and f r a i l t y s h a l l be known no more. An i n t e r e s t i n g contrast i n d i c t i o n i s provided by two other r e l i g i o u s poems of t h i s period, "Hymn f o r Sunday Evening," and "To a young Lady 3X7 on the Death of her Father. 1* The former i s perhaps the simplest and quietest poem Odell ever wrote. The f i r s t stanza i s : Now, ere the f l e e t i n g hour i s past away . And Night succeeds the consecrated day, Let us resume our holy r i t e s and r a i s e An Evening S a c r i f i c e of prayer and p r a i s e . "To a Young Lady," however, has t h i s sonorous and declamatory opening: Almighty Ruler, wrtose unceasing Sway M i l l i o n s of suns and r o l l i n g worlds obey, That, through a l l Space, thy power may be display'd, And l i g h t and l i f e the boundless a l l pervade; 0 what i s Man. These examples of Odell's poetic s t y l e may; show the v a r i e t y . one f i n d s in h i s work. His c o n t r o l o f language and metre, developed over almost s i x t y years of w r i t i n g , and one can t r a c e the course of h i s l i t e r a r y career from apprentice work i n t r a n s l a t i o n and i m i t a t i o n , through the harsh fervour o f his Revolutionary poems, to the e v o l u t i o n of a personal s t y l e which embodied the n e o - c l a s s i c a l elements of eighteenth-century l i t e r a t u r e , O d e l l , who has been considered c h i e f l y as a v i t r i o l i c s a t i r i s t , i s now revealed, through the poems of the New Brunswick period, as a w r i t e r who has achieved both t e c h n i c a l f a c i l i t y and a r t i s t i c t a s t e . NOTES Most o f the poems are signed by O d e l l , e i t h e r with h i s f u l l name or with i n i t i a l s , and these would c e r t a i n l y be h i s work. Those which are unsigned but i n h i s handwriting are assumed to be h i s own composi-t i o n , although i t has been established that one poem i n the c o l l e c t i o n , but not included here, "On M? B *s Singing an Hymn of his own Composing.** i s , according to Arthur lentworth Hamilton Eaton, i n The xxvl famoua Mather Byles, (Boston, W.A. Butterf ield,1914), the work of Joseph Green, a Halifax merchant* The source of each poem, and the date, when known,are stated at the beginning. When more than one copy exists of the same work, the fair copy has been taken as the source, with the rough draft or other version mentioned at the conclusion of the poem. ^ Some poems are taken from notebooks in the Odell Collection. These are designated by number. Those poems which were found separately have been given the New Brunswick Museum catalogue number stamped on each, or indicated as unnumbered manuscripts. Spelling has not been altered, but a few minor changes in punctua-tion (e.g., in the use of quotation marks), have been silently made. Where more than one copy of a poem exists, variants in capitalization and punctuation have not been cited. Other differences in wording found between fair copies and rough drafts have been shown at the end of eaeh poem. PRE-REVDLUTIONARY FERICD 1759-1775 1 Source: 29284; Date: 17593 CT0 CHERISH ARTS AND GENIUS TO BEFRIENDJ To cherish A r t s and Genius to befriend, To j o i n with Taste what Science could supply, The smiling Graces with the Virtues blend, Fight f o r h i s King and f o r h i s Country d i e . 'Twas thus to Glory de Gisors aspired, By f r i e n d s lamented and by foes admired. In p l a i n t i v e S t r a i n s the A r u l i a n Nymphs declare A Father's g r i e f , a tender Wife's despair. Chaplets to deck the Hero's Urn they b r i n g . His merit and h i s name my Muse reveres, But, f e a r f u l on a theme so high to sing, Her t r i b u t e pays i n s i l e n t t e a r s . J . O . Odell gives the following explanation of t h i s poem, which, as f a r as can be established, i s his f i r s t work i n verse form. "Verses written by an English Gentleman - on the Count de Gisors, the only Son o f the Marechal Due de B e l l i s l e , and l a s t hope of that i l l u s t r i o u s f a m i l y . "He was (says our H i s t o r i a n Smollet) a young Nobleman of extraordinary accomplishments, who f i n i s h e d a short l i f e of honor i n the embraces of m i l i t a r y glory, and f e l l g a l l a n t l y f i g h t i n g at the head of h i s own Regi-ment, to the inexpressible g r i e f o f his aged Father and the u n i v e r s a l regret o f his Country." He was k i l l e d on the 2 3 d of Tune 1758, on the l e f t Wing of the french Army, i n an action near Crevelt i n Germany. C u l t i v e r tous l e s A r t s , proteger l e Genie, Toindre au goftt l e s c a r o i r et l e s graces aux moeurs, Combattre pour son R o i , mourir pour sa P a t r i e , Regrette des Vaincus, admire des Vainqueurs; T e l l e fut d i Gisors et 1'etude et l a g l o i r e . De l eurs accents p l a i n t i f s l e s Nymphes de l a l o i r e D'une Epouse et d'un Pere expriment l e s douleurs. Sur l'Urne du Heros leurs mains jettent des f l e u r s . Ma Muse, plus timide, honor e sa memo i r e Moins, par ses Vers que par ses pleurs." 2 Source: Book 1, p.51: Date: 17633 TO BRITANNIA. IN THE YEAR 1763 From Age t o Age i n Fame's high temple crown'd, For peaceful a r t s and m a r t i a l deeds renown*d, B r i t a n n i a , hai-11 — While Ocean round thee flows, T i s t h i n e to smile amid surrounding f o e s . When a l l around are harass'd with alarms, Thy "Sea-girt I s l e * r e p e l s the d i n of Arms. And o f t as envy prompts the ambitious foe, Thy g a l l a n t Sons a n t i c i p a t e the blow. O'er d i s t a n t lands, or Ocean's boundless t i d e , They f l y to spread thy triumphs f a r and wide, From clime to clime extending thy Domain:-Ah! dearly bought with blood of Heroes s l a i n . B r i t a i n , forbear! l e t devastation cease; For at thy hand the World s o l l i c i t s peace. '-Tis t h i n e , once more, the rage of War to bind, And from a t h i r s t of blood deter mankind. Thy ancient R i v a l s , often taught before, Again have learn'd thy vengeance to deplore; Again repent that p e r f i d y and pride, Which, unprovok'd, thy vengeance l a t e d e f i e d . Through d i s t a n t Realms, and f a r as Ocean r o l l s , From JEast to West, and to the frozen Poles, Thy banners are displayed, thy fame resounds; Thy Glory and the World have equal bounds. J . O . 3 \Source: Book 1, pp. 52-53; Date: 1763) WELCOME HOME AFTER THE PEACE IN 1763 Addressed to the 22^ Regiment. From bum l a g Sands or frozen p l a i n s , Where V i c t o r y cheer*d the way, H a i l , ye ret u r n i n g s n a i l Remains Of many a glor i o u s day. In eight revolving years, a l a s s , What havoc War has made! A tear s h a l l swell one c i r c l i n g Glass In memory of the Dead. With E n g l i s h hearts, to fate resign'd, They earn'd a deathless fame; For England bled, and l e f t behind. A sadly-pleasing name. On many a widely d i s t a n t Land, Or i n the howling Deep, Though now they seem, by Death's col d hand, Held in et e r n a l Sleep: Yet are they f a r from what they seem; Their c l a y alone i s cold; The Soul, a warm e t h e r i a l beam, No power o f Death can hold. This mortal frame i s but a Screen Between us and the Skies; Death draws the Curtain, and the Scene Then opens on our eyes. • T i s we t h a t Dream, not they that sleep; Their hovering S p i r i t s f l y Around you s t i l l , and on you keep A f r i e n d l y watchful eye. 4 And thus the Chief, who lately led Your Courage to the f i e l d , May s t i l l be fancied at your head, S t i l l warn you ne'er to yield. Your lost companions t bus may strive With you each toil to bear. May s t i l l i n fancy's eye survive, Your future fame to share. With joyful triumph, then, review Your toils and dangers past; F i l l up the circling glass anew, And — welcome home at last. There is a draft of this poem (29445) in the Odell Estate and i t also appears in The Loyal Verses of Joseph Stansbury and Doctor Jonathan  Odell; relating to the American Revolution, ed, Winthrop Sargent (Albany, J. Munsell, 1860), pp 106-108. It is called "A Welcome Home to the Twenty-third Regiment after the peace of 1763".and was included by Sargent in the notes at the end of the text because he felt the non-political bearing would interest readers who knew Odell only as a satirist. 5 (Source: Unnumbered MS.; Date: _76§j POPE'S GARDEN AT TWICKENHAM Behold the consecrated Bowers, Where o f t , with rapture sweet, The Muse beguil'd the l i n g e r i n g hours, And cheer'd her Bard's Retreat. To "wake the Soul, the Genius r a i s e , And mind the heart", he sings; Echo repeats the melting l a y s , And fame her t r i b u t e brings. Here nothing splendid, nothing great. Your admiration claims; No proud d i s p l a y of wealth or State Your envy here inflames. No vain sepulchral pomp i s here; But every passing eye Here pays the t r i b u t e of a t e a r , And every heart a Sigh. No breathing Marbles do you meet, Near t h i s enchanting Spot; But I n s p i r a t i o n holds her Seat In yon Muse-haunted G r o t t . D e l i g h t f u l hermitage, where s t i l l Some nameless charm resides; But ah, no more the murmuring R i l l Across the Cavern g l i d e s . The Genius of the Grotto f l e d , And l e f t the mournful Stream, No longer by the Muses fed, To vanish as a dream. Yet here, intranc'd, a simple Swain With rapture seems i n s p i r ' d ; Here fancy l i s t e n s to the S t r a i n That f i r s t my bosom f i r e d . A p l a i n Obelisk, to the Memory of Mrs. Pope, with t h i s I n s c r i p -t i o n . Ah Editha, Mat rum optuma, Mulierum amantlssiam, Tale I — O d e l l . 6 Met_inks I hear, i n every t r e e , The f l u t t e r i n g Sylphs around; And l o l the r a v i s h * d Lock I see A c o n s t e l l a t i o n crown'd. Here, sheltered by the solemn Shade, The C l o i s t e r seems to r i s e , Where B l o i s a , hapless Maid, S t i l l vents her tender Sighs. Here shrouded in a bloody V a i l , A more i l l - f a t e d F a i r Glides by, and swells the hollow gale With Shrieks of w i l d despair. But hark, an evangelic song Reechoed from the spheres, Here f l o a t s the s i l v e r Thames alo n g A God, a God appears. With awful and sublime d e l i g h t This hallow'd ground I tread Where angels hover in my sight And whisper o'er my head. This poem was published i n Loyal Verses (pp 108-110), f o r the same reason that the "Welcome-Home'* was included. Sargent dates the poem 1765 because he f e e l s i t must surely have been w r i t t e n while Odell was l i v i n g i n London. He c a l l s the poem "On Pope's Garden at Twickenham: 1765!' 7 CSource: Book 1, p. 41; Date: 89 April 1766J ON TEE' ANNIVEE—tARY OF A FRIEND'S MARRIAGE April 89th, 1766 Sweet Warblers, chirping through the ^Grovej Your chorus let DB join, While your soft notes,, attun'd to Love, Give harmony to mine. How fresh the Moral how soft the Breeze I How miM. the radiant beam. That glances, twinkling, 1_rbugh the trees. And silvers a l l the Stream! 0 Den ham! could I catch thy s k i l l , This Landscape, 1 evergreen, In song should rival Ccwper's H i l l , Or Shenst one's2 rural Scene. Here should the Turlle build her nest, And here the faithful Dove, A Paradise should here be dress»d For Innocence and Love; That Love whose unrepented joy The Winter's frcwn defies, Whose heart-felt raptures never cloy, Whose faith abhors disguise. From l i f e this hasty Sketch I trace; •TIs yours, 0 happy Pair. Beyond the grave 'twill find a place; Love blooms eternal there. ^yde Park. — Odell. 2 See Shenstone's "Ode To The Duchess of Somerset.** This poem is also in Book 2, p.7. 8 Source: Book J, p . 42; Date; 1767} SONG FROM MILTON'S ALLEGRO-—^WITH TWO ADDITIONAL STANZAS, Written at Sea, Anno 1767 1. "-Let me wander, not "unseen," By Hedge-^cw'Elrrfg, on H i l l o c s green, Where the Ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o 'er the furrow»d Land, Where the milkmaid sihgeth blythe, And the Mower whets his Sythe, And every Shepherd t e l l s his tale Under the Hawthorn in the Dale." 2. There a genial rapture springs Of love and joy, unknown to Kings; Gay content and Friendship free, Rosy Health and careless glee* Give me then, 0 Fate, but t h i s . On earth I ask no great b l i s s ; Let Del ia l i s t e n to my tale Under the Hawthorn in the Dale. 3 . Haste, my F a i r l The c a l l obey Of Love, that pines at your delay; Leave the noisy World behind, Banish coyness and be kind. Why should Youth and Beauty's bloom Wear in Spring the Winter's gloom? Then, D e l i a , l i s t e n to my t a l e Under the Hawthorn in the DaleX T.O. This poem i s also i n Book 2, p. 8. g ^Source: Book 3, p.45; Undated} ADVICE TO A HANDSOME YOUNG LADY NEWLY MARRIED ( A i r - — " L e t me wander not unseen") Li k e a f r a i l though peerless flower, Beauty blossoms, fades and d i e s . Short the triumphs of her power; Soon the bright Enchantment f l i e s . Would you wish the charm to l a s t ? 'In s p i t e of glooms be ever kind; And, s t i l l to hold your Captive f a s t , Let gay content possess your Mind. Then, though time with r a p i d wing Bears away the bloom of youth, Each returning day s h a l l bring Fresh proofs of honor love and t r u t h . Down the smiling Stream of l i f e Then your Bark s h a l l sweetly g l i d e , Secure from every breath of S t r i f e , And borne on pleasure's constant t i d e . A rough draft of t h i s poem (29231), i s signed Jonathan O d e l l rather than J.O., which was the more u s u a l practice. 10 GSource: Unnumbered MS.; Pennsylvania Chronicle. 11, Nb. 13 ( A p r i l 18-25, 1768), 983 WHEN A MAN OF TRUE SPIRIT, IN SPEAKING OR WRITING-When a man of true s p i r i t , i n speaking or w r i t i n g On t h i s s i d e or that, i n peace-making or f i g h t i n g , Transgresses the l i m i t s cf due moderation, He w i l l t r y , by confession, to make repa r a t i o n . I am t o l d , by my f r i e n d s , and I f e a r i t i s true (And therefore acknowledge the matter to you, Mess'rs C e n t i n e l , Whig, and so forth) that my rhymes Are a l i t t l e too harsh f o r these d e l i c a t e times. 1 To be sure 'twas indecent to run such a r i g , On a Centinel's dulness, t o r a i l at a Whig, And absurdly attempt, with a menace of bi r c h , To deter, you from venting your speen at the Church I And to l u g i n a cobler, so mal a propos. Was, without a l l dispute, rather vulgar and low; And the P o i n t e r ! I own i t with shame and remorse, I cou'd with her exchang'd f o r a Mule or a Horse, Or for any comparison, pat t o the case, That my rhyme would allow me t o put i n her place. Thus, you see, I confess myself highly t o blame; And, ere long, I s h a l l hope t o hear you do the same; For, a l l joking apart, on a candid review Of the cause that you plead, I'm persuaded that you W i l l , yourselves, be so modest as frankly to own That y o u ' r e c a l l i n the wrong not to l e t us alone; That we've never requested, nor wish'd to obtain, What cou'd p o s s i b l y put you s i n c e r e l y i n pain; That you've spread an alarm when no danger was near, And w i l l , therefore, no longer i n armour appear, To defend what was never assaulted by those Whome you r a s h l y mistook to be l i b e r t y ' s foes. This;~I~hope, without scruple, ere long, y o u ' l l confess. For, while you, with unenvy'd indulgence, possess A l l the freedom you ask, whether sacred or c i v i l , To deny us the same would be so l i k e the D—-1, (That Father of envy, s p i t e , malice and l i e s ! ) That I f a i n wou'd suppose you'd abhor and despise Such an infamous wish; and we've t o l d you before (What you ought to believe) that we ask for no mare. 'Sreridicus" had obviously published poems previously. 11 'But - i f I have r a t e d your candour too high; I f your modesty s u f f e r you s t i l l to r e p l y , And employ, without shame, your s o p h i s t i c a l s k i l l To make Reason arid Conscience submit to your w i l l ; I f you scorn to r e t r e a t from the path you are i n ; And, because you've begun, w i l l continue to s i n Against equity, t r u t h , and the f a i t h you profess; I f you thus persevere a l l the World must confess That I p a i n t , with the p e n c i l of t r u t h , the demerit Of such an u n c h r i s t i a n i n t o l e r a n t s p i r i t . ' To you Consciences then l e t me hold up the gl a s s . See. with hearts f u l l of rancour., with foreheads of brass, With unbounded ambition, unlimited tipidde, (Which Hypocrisy v a i n l y endeavours to hide) With suspicious d i s t r u s t , that appears to be fraught With revenge f o r what ne'er was attempted or thought, With f e r o c i t y , p e r f i d y , envy and s p i t e . And implacable — - Howl do you s t a r t at the f i g h t ? The outlines of my piece, are they f a i t h f u l and true? And does Conscience acknowledge a likeness of you? Then, I t r u s t ; I may venture my hopes to repeat; That, at length, you w i l l honestly found a r e t r e a t , And d e s i s t from the rage of Intemperate z e a l Against Bishopa and Chandler * s p a c i f i c Appeal. The f o l l o w i n g l e t t e r was published with the poem quoted above. Mr* Groddard, Once more I must request you to publish, i n your Chronicle, a few l i n e s to those r e s t l e s s Perturbed S p i r i t s , the Whigs and Ce n t l n e l s . They seem, at present, t o be troubled' with bad  dreams, which may probably a r i s e from a bad di g e s t i o n ; f o r a disorder'd stomach i s apt'to a f f e c t the head: But I hope they w i l l , i n a l i t t l e time, become l e s s stomachful, and then, I doubt not, they w i l l r e s t b e t t e r themselves, and be le s s given to dis t u r b the repose o f others. I am, Sir., your humble Servant, "Teridicus. A p r i l 31, 1768. 12 QSource: 29222; undated] [M STOCKISG COMES, LE3T I SH0U»D TEAR IT] My stocking comes, lest I shou'd tear i t , For you to mend it ere I wear it* "A stitch in time" ~ (you know the adage) But every laundress, in this bad age. At best is but a meer pretender, An aukward c lumsy-f i st ed mender: Then kindly lend your needle*d aid. Nor let the favor be delay*d; For, to be free, my stock is amall, And mare or less, wants mending a l l . Excuse this freedom, & believe me, I am, unless my heart deceive me, I am, and wish to have it noted By all the world, your most devoted, Most faithful, honest & observant Friend & very humble Servant. TTeridicus Friday morning is [Source: Unnumbered MS.; undated] CSWEET MEMORY, WAFTED BY THY GENTLE GALED Sweet Memory, wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my s a i l , To view the fairy-haunts of long lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers. 14 QSource: Unnumbered M3.; undated) (FROM THEE SWEET HOPE HER AIRY COLOURING DRAWSj From thee sweet Hope her a i r y colouring draws; And Fancy's f l i g h t s are subject to thy laws. From thee that bosom s p r i n g of rapture flows, Which only V i r t u e , t r a n q u i l V i r t u e knows. When Joy's bright Sun has shed h i s evening ray, And Hope's delusive Meteors cease to play; When clouds on clouds the smiling prospect c l o s e , S t i l l through the gloom thy s t a r serenely glows: Like y o n , f a i r orb she g i l d s the brow of night With the mi l d magic of r e f l e c t e d l i g h t . 15 [Source: Book 1, p. 49; undated) FRAGMENT Gay Sephyr sported o'er the dancing Wave, And s o f t l y whisper*d to the l i s t e n i n g Grove; Sweet soothing Murmur s t o l e , from Echo's cave, Along the winding Shore and round the Cove. The r i s i n g Moon now lad me f o r t h to rove; Her linage gleam's upon the t i d e below," Tflhile oh the"Bank 1 I stray'd t i l l Fancy wove A Webb in-wrought with t a l e s of b i t t e r woe, That wrung my throbbing heart and made my eyes o'er flow. J.O. •^This may be a reference to Green Bank, a f a v o u r i t e walk between Governor Franklin's residence i n Burlington, New Jersey, and the Delaware Rive r , 16 (jSource: 29218; undated] TO THE LADIES OF BURLINGTON BANK1 Rich Eden's bowers when Time was young Nature with bonds of beauty hung: And bade unnumber'd t i n t s a r i s e , And blended sweets refresh,the s k i e s . That Eden past, a second rears Ita green slopes o'er the wreck of years Where flowers of f a r surpassing hue Than those on Eden's banks which grew Spangle the verdant earpet o'er, In S y l p h i c r i n g s emboss the shore, And breathe a soft enchanting s t r a i n Round every gazing, spell-bound swain. Who stops t o mark i n every face Matchless v a r i e t i e s of grace, Flowers that from s u l t r y noon-day f l y , And blossom t o Eve's milder eye. And at the hour when t w i l i g h t grey, Fringes the ruddy edge of day; In e l f i n numbers bloom along, A g r a c e f u l , f a i r , attractive* throng Like gems from mines to sunshine~giveh, Sparkling with a l l the hues of heaven. Long Burlington may charms l i k e these be seen S p r i n k l i n g with va r i e d grace thy Bank of green. Orlando. •*The Bank r e f e r r e d to i n the poem "Fragment." 2 0 d e l l l i v e d i n Burlington from 1767 to 1776, During these years he was w r i t i n g under various pseudonyms, of which Orlando was one. 17 {Source: Unnumbered Ms,; undated} TO ORLANDO Orlando may fancy Greenbank to be Eden, And flatter some daughter of Eve with the tale; To me a forlorn and disconsolate maiden It seems nothing better than Petticoat Vale. Scarce one Son of Adam reclines in its bowers, Where flowrets neglected their-sweetness exhale; To Broadstreet1 trahslplahted let me pass my hours j I ' l l envy no Nun of a l l Petticoat Vale. On Greenbank sleep sweetly the beams of the Moonlight, Aha; Music divine nightly floats on the gale; But give me Apollo more near in broad sunlight, And.Dian is welcome to Petticoat Vale. In Broadstreet dwell Damons of a l l shapes & features, ' Bards, Doctors & lawyers each corner C?T may hail; While long Poplar trees are the only male creatures That stand in a row along Petticoat Vale. On Greenbank the Lovesick resort tojbhe water, My cure for the heartake's of great avail; In Broadstreet each Avenue leads to the altar, Unlike the World's C?? upon Petticoat Vale. OrlandoJ Orlando. Oh! bear me from Eden, On Delaware's bosom transported we'll s a i l ; And then to the World's end i f thou w i l l be lead on, Forever farewSUL to green Petticoat Vale. The .business area of Burlington. St. Mary's Church, of which Odell was the rector, also stood on Broad Street. 2__e word could be read as "comer". 3Because of the faded condition of the manuscript, there is again some doubt as to the correct word. 18 (Source: Book 1, pp. 44-47; Date: 1769*J THE TRUE HISTORY" OF THE GOLDEN AGE Written for the Publisher of an Almanac, anno 1769 Time turns his glass, ahd round the Pole Another year begins to roll.' Touch'd by the Sun's returning f i r e Stern..Winter shall ere long retire, And soon the all-animating Spring Shall make the Hills and Tallies sing, And Summer shall adorn the plain With purple fruits and golden grain. And Autumn press the loaded floor, T i l l thankful Man shall ask no more. But when this ever-changeful Sky, From hot to cold, from wet to dry? Ah I whither fled that golden Age, When yet no Dog-Star's burning rage, No Summer's* drought nor Winter's Snow Forbade the lirn*»13 'Streams to flowl Nb torrents of descending rain With desolation spread the plain; No languid air, with sickly breath, Diffus'd the poisonous seeds of Death; No Garnet's awful Stream of light Shot through the Curtain of the Night; No sable Gust flew howling by* No Lightaings gleam's athwart the Sky, Nor thunder shook the rolling Sphere; But Spring -~ sweet Spring was a l l the yearl Then were the Hills and Tallies seen Forever blooming, ever green; Peace, smiling, walk's securely round, Spontaneous plenty deck'd the Ground, The World was a l l serene and gay. And every sportive Month was May. But now —• how mute the leafless Grovel What gloom o'erspreads the Tault above, While Rivers lawns and Tales below Are a l l a shapeless waste of Snow! And though the Sun's rekindling beams Ere long dissolve the frozen Streams, 19 And howling Winter, f o r a while Subdued by Spring's enchanting Smile, May lay h i s Iron Scepter by, While gentle Zephyr fans the Sky; Yet soon the Monster w i l l r e t u r n To drench us from h i s spouting Urn, To s t r i p the verdant h i l l s and p l a i n s And bind the floods i n icy chains. Say then, ye learned Sages, whence" This f a t a l change; what dire offence Provokes that vengeance which deforms The c i r c l i n g Year w i t h clouds and Storms. There needs no Sage t h i s point to c l e a r . No change has happen'd i n the Year; That runs i t s f i r s t " a p p o i n t e d round: But i n t h y s e l f the change i s found. The schobl-boy, whose enraptur'd view Is d a i l y charm'd with something new, Beholds, where'er he turns h i s eyes, Fresh Scenes of wonder and S u r p r i z e . Hi s heart, unconscious o f a S t a i n , Stranger a l i k e to care and pain* Fearless enjoys the passing hour; Nor can the p e l t i n g of a Shower His pastime check, nor clouds ccmbin'd E c l i p s e the Sun-shine of h i s mind. But Age, l i f e ' s winter, worn away With cares of many an anxious day, By frequent disappointments vex'd, But s t i l l with hopes and .fears perplex'd, Eager i n quest o f wealth o r fame, Is i l l at ease, and thinks *he frame Of Nature, by some hidden curse, Is s trangely a l t e r ' d for the worse. You now regret that happy time When heedless Youth was in i t s prime. When pleasure blossom'd every day, And every Month, you thought, was May; Let F i c t i o n , then, confess the t r u t h ; The joys o f Innocence and Youth Are a l l that e i t h e r Bard or Sage Int ended by the Golden Age. J.O. REVOLUTIONARY PERIOD 1776-1783 20 (Source: Book 1, p. 47; Date: 28 J u l y 1776] INSTUM ET TEN&.CEM PROPOSITI YIRDM Hb c i v i l frenzy, no dark frown Of Tyrant rage, no sweeping gale On Ocean f i e r c e l y rushing down, Can make the Good man's courage f a i l * Though Jove himself, with mighty hand, Should hurl h i s thunder round the land; Though Earth•s foundat ions burst away, Unhinged at once the Sta r r y Pole, Amid the Ruins no dismay Would shake h i s firm and steady S o u l l J.O. J u l y 28th, 1776 21 Source: Book 1, p. 48; Date: 1776] HBCRIPTION f o r a curious Chamber Stove, i n the f o m of an Urn, so constructed as t o make the flame descend from the f i r e . Invented by the celebrated Doctor F r a n k l i n . L i k e a Newton sublimely he soar'd To a Summit before uhattain'd, New regions of Science explor'd, And the palm o f philosophy gain'd. With a Spark that he caught from the Skies He di s p l a y ' d an u n p a r a l l e l ' d wonder, And we saw, with delight and Surprize, That h i s Rod could protect us from ThunderI 0 had he been wise to pursue The track f o r bis t a l e n t s design*d, what a t r i b u t e of p r a i s e had been due To the teacher and f r i e n d of mankind. But to covet p o l i t i c a l fame Was, i n him, a degrading ambition, A Spark that from L u c i f e r came And kindled the blaze of S e d i t i o n . Let candor, then, write on his Urn, "Here l i e s the renowned Inventor, Whose flame t o the Skies ought to burn, ^ But, inverted, descends to the Center.** J.O. Anno 1776 This poem was published i n the Gentleman's Magazine f o r A p r i l , 1777, and i n Loyal Verses (p.5). l i t was a l s o published, according to Sargent, i n Townee Evening Post, P h i l a d e l p h i a , (November 29, 1777); In Boucher's View of the American Revolution (London, 1787), p. 449; and i n Rev. W. Smith's Works (Ph i l a d e l p h i a , 1803), App. to Sermon on F r a n k l i n . 22 CSource: Winthrop Sargent, ed. The Loyal Verses of Joseph  Stansbury and Doctor Jonathan Odell; Relating to the Ameri-can Revolution (Albany, J. Munsell, 1860), pp. 9-10; Date 1776] SONG For a fishing party near Burlington, on the J Delaware, in 1776 How sweet Is the season, the sky how serene; On Delaware's banks how delightful the scene; The Prince of the Rivers, his waves a l l asleep, In silence majestic glides on to the Deep. Away from the noise of the f i f e and the Drum, . And a l l the rude din of Bellona we come; And a plentiful store of good humor we bring To season our feast in the shade of Cold Spring. A truce then to a l l whig and tory debate; True lovers of Freedom, contention we hate: For the Demon of discord in vain tries his art To possess or inflame a true Protestant heart. True Protestant friends to fair Liberty's cause, To decorum, good order, religion and laws, From avarice, jealousy, perfidy, free; We wish a l l the world were as happy as we. We have wants, we confess, but are free from the care Of those that abound, yet have nothing to spare: Serene as the sky, as the river serene, We are happy to want envy, malice and spleen. While thousands around us, misled by a few, The Phantoms of pride and ambition pursue, With pity their fatal delusion we see; And wish a l l the world were as happy as we. This poem is also to be found in George Morgan Hi l l s , History  of the Church in Burlington. New Jersey, (Trenton, William S. Sharp, 1876), p. 310. 23 {Sources Loval Verses, p. 7-9; Date: 1776] BIRTHDAY COB 0»er Britannia's nappy\,Land; Ruled by George's mildrioommand, Oh t h i s bright auspicious day Loyal hearts t h e i r t r i b u t e pay. Ever sacred be to mirth, the day that gave our Monarch b i r t h l There, the thundering Cannon's roar Echoes round from shore to shore; Royal Banners wave on high; Drums and trumpets rend the sky. There our Comrades, clad i n Arms, Long enured to Mar's alarms, Marshall»d a l l i n bright array, Welcome t h i s r e t u r n i n g day. There the temples chime t h e i r b e l l s ; And the pealing anthem swells; And the gay and g r a t e f u l throng J o i n the loud triumphant song* Nor t o B r i t a i n ' s I s l e confin'd •— Many a d i s t a n t region joined Under George's happy sway, Joys to h a i l t h i s welcome day. O'er t h i s Land, among the r e s t , TilBVof l a t e supremely t>i est, rg"3, t o : aons'-'of • Britain.,dear.,-S f e ^ l I M tjis-.spxig from year to year. Here we now lament to f i n d , Sons o f B r i t a i n , f i e r c e and b l i n d , Drawn,.frcm..loy*il love astray, H a i l no more t h i s welcome day. When by f o r e i g n Foes dismay'd, Thankless Sons, ye c a l l ' d f o r a i d ; Then, we gladly fought and bled, And your foes i n triumph l e d . 24 Now, by Fortune's b l i n d command, Captives i n your h o s t i l e Land; To t h i s lonely spot we st r a y , Here-unseen to h a i l t h i s day. Though by Fortune thus betray'd, For awhile we seek the shade, S t i l l our l o y a l hearts are f r e e , S t i l l devoted, George, t o thee. B r i t a i n , Empress of the Main, Fortune envies thee i n vain; Safe, while Ocean round thee flows, Though-the world were a l l thy Foes. Long as ,S,un. and Moon enimrei, B r i t a i n ' s Throne s h a l l starid secure, And Great - George' s r o y a l l i n e ',. There i n splendid honor shine. Ever sacred be to mirth, The day that gave our Monarch b i r t h i This poem i s also quoted by i n H i l l s * H i s t o r y (pp. 311-312), with the notation that i t was "written by Dr. Odell on occasion of the King's b i r t h day, June 4th, 1776, and sung by a number of B r i t i s h o f f i c e r s , (captured at S t . John's and Chambly by Gen. Montgomery) who were prisoners at that time at Burlington; and who,' to avoid o f f e n c e / h a d an entertainment i n honor of the day prepared on an i s l a n d i n the Delaware, where they dined under a t r e e . " 25 ISource: 28234; Date: 29 .October 17763 t'TLS LARGE INDEED TIS MONSTROUS IARGE HE CRIED) *Tis large indeed — tie mojfiistrous large he cried; What. — wear a Ring 1 thats double eight Miles wide. —That this vast Ring was form'd for mortal Man, Is Fable sure: — let him believe that can I Is't some huge Wight, to Brobdignags ally'd, Some great Collossus with his Ocean-Stride Or he who earv'd, the written Mountains Side? --Softly good Sir, nor scar so near the Skies, The Wearer i s no more than common Size: Devoid of Gown, he looks like other Men — — o-ho — he cries — some Prelate now I ken, A Bishop doubtless — far he can't be less The Ring you mean is for the Dip cess; Same pritty Pickings lye within the Bounds, I ' l l warr'a't a See of two Score hundred Pounds! And yet perchance, he thinks too small the Place, And pants with Ardor, to be call'd his Grace; A Bishop meerly* is but half the Thing, Arch Sir's the Word — Arch-bishops crown the King, Taste first the Candle; at the Queens first Groan, And oft in Minor Reigns, they wear the Crown; 'Midst Lords and Nobles always rank supreme, And bask their Days in Honor's pleasing Beam— — Tour Fancy Sir runs wild with Court Intrigues, No Bishops reign, within a Thousand Leagues; The Ring I meant to have you understand, Was just an eight Mile Radius, on the Land, Drawn from a Center, pointing round and round, Fix'd for the Limit of poor Yorick's* Round Odell, because of his loyalty to the British cause, was thought to be dangerous to American liberty. He was therefore ordered to sign a parole stating that he would confine himself to the east side of the Delaware river within a circle of eight miles from Burlington city courthouse. One of the pseudonyms under which Odell wrote political satire; 26 — Yorick you say! — a Pris'ner on Parole. • An eight Mile Circle for his. furthest Goal. 'Tmay hold his, Body, but i t can't his Soul; The Links would fly excentric from their Place, Shatter'd to Atoms, in "a"Moments Space, Oi'er valley, Mountain, Ocean, World & World, Whilst a l l Resistera, down they headlong hurl'd. Though round the Circle stood a Chain of Kings Conven'd in Congress close, with brazen Rings, His Soul wou'd Bounce, with such elastic Bound, Each King wou'd lye committed to the Ground— —St i l l you wi l l wander from the Point in Hand, Your Friend, I t e l l you, does in Durance stand, What's to be done? — consider that we pray. Nor thus with solemn Matters sportive play. You know good Yorick's, double Duty3 calls, To geal our Bodies and to help our Souls, Sayl i f some Patient's sharp pleuretic Pains, Requir'd Immediate Ease, through bleeding Veins, Yet he, perchance, so?jOurn's on t'other Side This dismal!,Circle scarcely half a Stride, Shall he not leap the Bounds, to rescue Life, And save some Husband, Father, Friend or Wife? — The Case is easy and the Matter plain, Adopt the eastern Mode to soften Pain; Strip bare the Patient', quite from Top to Tfce, Provide the Doctor with a l i t t l e Bow Plenty of Arrows, small & fine and neat, (Duhalde I think describes the wondrous Feat) Then let him stand within his Magic Ring. And fire 1 away"— "Aye just like anything''* Tis ten to one you~hit some bleeding Part,, And ease the Anguish of the Patients Heart. —You t r i f l e Sir — I cant with Patience hear; Such ranting Strains are quite too much to bear. —Suppose — again — seme Churchmans Babe & Heir just ripe for Christening, waits the Parsons Care, Too weak to move — and yet without the Line, Must we the Ceremony here resign — Odell was both minister and doctor to the city of Burlington and the neighbouring communities. ^Duke of Cumberlands Love Letter versified.•»— Odell. 37 — B y no Means S i r — i f riot too f a r without, A Speaking Trumpet, and an Engines Spout, May speak and s p r i n k l e , and the Things made out — P o g h l cease your sensless Jeers, nor fur t h e r go, Not h a l f I've t o l d you of the Doctors Woe His P u l p i t b a r r ' d — h i s Flock without the F o l d , Stand pensive, watchful t i l l t h e i r Locks grow Cold, The Threshold choak'd with Weeds, the Path obscure, The r u s t y Hinges, 'speak the dormant Door, The Spiders Web, with many a heedless F l y , Spreads o'er the Key hole, and demands your Sigh — —And why I pray t h i s strange unheard o f Case J Are P r i e s t and People too, devoid o f Grace; I'd s t r i p h i s Surplus, instant o'er h i s Ears, What! give h i s Parish, nor Discourse nor Pray'rs; How can he answer to h i s solemn Oath? What! Honesty and Consience vanish'd both! — T h e r e S i r you've blunder'd r i g h t ; the Bath's the Thing, His Oath requires h i s praying f o r the King; But now so hard the present Times are grown, Our Rulers say,, l e t each look to h i s own, Nor pray f o r Kings, nor such l i k e wicked Knaves, Our Pray'rs are wanted f a r our selves & Slaves. Yon " r o y a l B r u t e " 5 our L i b e r t y denies, Then who wo£ ask h i s Asscent to the S k i e s . — — A n d are your Prelates then such squeamish Things, T h e y ' l l risque the Peoples Souls, to save the King's George may f o r me the english Sceptre sway, But those I honour —» t i s f o r them I pray: Your Men of V i r t u e , who despise Deceit * Your Heroes bold, whose Actions make them great, Your Men who scorn the Wealth of i l l wrought Deeds, To grasp at Plenty^ while t h e i r Country bleeds; Your Men who scorn to plunder F r i e n d & Foe, And rob the Widow of her l i t t l e Show, Or be i t Money, P l a t e . o r golden Ore, Who spurn the Thought to take a Widow's Store; Who wish again f o r Peace to r u l e the Land, These, these are they who may bur Pray'rs demand. Then arm'd with Quiver, and w i t h l i t t l e -Bow, With Trumpet, and with Engine l e t him go, Let ev'ry Pray'r, be couch'dTor each"good Man, Then Knaves stand o f f — George claim i t i f you can. But i f your Rulers« think t h i s too severe _'en pray for Knaves, & please t h e i r roguish Ear. Common Sense — O d e l l . 28 —This farther Consolation let him draw. If such an eight Mile Circle, is by Law A Prison strong, and big with foul Disgrace, His Prison-Makers, soon w i l l take his Place —Softly good Sir. — what prophesy their F a l l l Adventurous Man — my very Flesh w i l l crawl; Have you not seen the late tremendous Law, Where Sighs alone, may into Limbo draw; How" dare "you utter such abhorrent Words, Presume to talk of Prisons for your Lords; Your Lords & Masters Sir — my Pow'r I'd show I'd lay such Chaps as you in Dungeon low. — —Why hoight toighte Man, where have you got I mean ho Mischief — I design no Plot, You catch one up so brisk, & wondrous quick, As i f you were ah Agent of old Nick; I only meant to call to Yorick's Mind, That soon their Wisdoms meet, where he's confin'd And then you know, they're a l l in Prison join'd. Adieu my Friend, what here is pen'd, I don't intend, should Soul offend, Then do not cuff, my Head t i l l rough, For this sad S t u f f - — — — — Yours Peter Puff--October 29th 1776 6This is another pseudonym under which Odell wrote for the Loyalist cause. 29. -Source: 29241; undated) CTHE IAWS, IN DA_3 OF YORE, HOW HAESHO The laws, in Days of Yore, how harshl When, in default of ready cash, The Creditor's Good-will to gain, The tardy Debtor oft was fain To beg, in humble terms, and pray The favor of a short delayi But now — to mortify your pride, The favor lies on t'other side: Now, in their turn, the Rich are roasted. "Your balance?" - fO, Sir, 'tis not posted — My Clerks hae been employ*d, of late; To settle things in Church and State — Twould puzzle me, just now to find i t . At present — come, you need not mind i t . " "The Mortgage, Sirj — I'm come to pay i t . " "0, Sir, I'd rather you'd delay i t . " ••But — let me t e l l you, Sir, I choose To pay it now — If you refuse, On such a fair and legal tender. The poor Man's Mortgage to surrender; Why — let the fate of Baldwin teach you --The Debtor, Sir, will straight impeach you. And now — by way of Application— Upon a candid calculation, I'm deeply in your debt, no doubt; And now the times will help me out, With ease to balance your account, At least with nominal Amount; Were I, indeed, worth half a To, I cou'd, perhaps, pay a l l I owe; (For though my debt, I own, is great, 'Tis now the tithe of your Estate) Cou'd pay you — a l l in Sterling Wit, That, like your own, wou'd make a Cltt, Unus'd to laugh, with laughter split I I then cou'd match your Airs and Graces. Your arch Inventions — But the case i s , As you may see, Sir, that my Rental Produces nought — but continental. Beware, then, how you puff and caper, Because I pay my debts in paper; A To is now so highly prlz'd, I saw one lately advertis'dj — Odell. 30 After then — the consequence i s p l a i n — No habeas-corpus you'11 obtain, No b a l l or main-prize w i l l a v a i l To get your worship out of J a i l I" "Good Lord! you cry, can this be true? Or, i f It i s — can Y o r i c . too A v a i l himself of these hard times, Instead' of Wit, to pay with rhymes, Meer gingling rhymes, and nothing more, His"long arrears? — I thought, before, That — i f the Laws cou'd not p r e v a i l , Honor, at least , wou'd never f a i l . That such a t i e wou'd surely bind A gentle heart or manly mind; Both which I thought i n Yoric j o i n ' d l Besides — I took him for my Friend, Among the foremost to defend, But never to dispute my claim To well-earned property or fame. And i s he, too, so base an E l f , To care for no man but himself, And barter a good name for pelf I T "For Heaven's sake, Dear S i r , take breathJ Bless me! you'd frighten one to death! Have patience for a moment, pray, And hear what Yoric has to say. I hate to be compel!'d, ' t i s true, As a l l true Sons of Freedom do. Y o u ' l l , therefore, please to understand, That what my.Creditors demand By force of Law, they must expect I ' l l pay but as the Laws d i r e c t . And, pray, when wholsom Laws are made Wisely to give poor Debtors A i d ; When Legislators - - In t h e i r own And by behalf — produce the Stone, So often vainly sought pf yore, That can convert t o precious ore The very rags along the Street; W i l l you not own i t just and meet, That I shou'd take advantage of i t , And make an honest lawful profit? But - - r i f you wave the Law's Decree, And bring to Honor's Court your plea, Or tax my friendship; you s h a l l find That I have hot so base a mind, So hard a heart, as not to f e e l And own the force of your appeal; 31 A force to which I freely yield, Confess your claim and quit the fields Servile compulsion is the Rub; The Sheriffs Rod, the Baillf'a ClubI Of which the very apprehension, You know, has cause la great Contention, And many thousands have eonfess'd That, an that Score, they wou'd protest ^gainst the payment of a Mite, Though, otherwise, they own'd it rightI What-wonder; then, in such a Case, Though 1 sh-ou'd wear a flinty face, Shou*d "stand i t out, and, in the Struggle, To Council fly; and learn to juggle! But — when a friendly Suit you bring, I scorn to do so base a thing; I'm open to conviction then, Arid hope we may' be Friends again. And 0 how-gladly wou'd I" now •->• Pay off in kind-the debt I owe I But ah, my l i t t l e Stock denies Of ready Reins the Supplies, And —"to confess the truth at once, I'm "such a heavy barren Dunce, That ev'n this continental Scrawl Has "nearly cost my l i t t l e A1H And, to convince you that my S k i l l . Shou'd bear, the blame, and not my Will, I've been so bneyaad so long In penning this poor Scrap of Song, That I had quite forgot a Blister I should nave sent to your Good Sister; Forgot to see your Nephew Dick. Poor Lad! who s t i l l continues sick; By this time, too, perhaps poor Willy Lies panting hot, or shaking chilly; And now they are at Neighbour Cox's, I know no more --than where my box i s ! Stay — let me have one pinch of Snuff — And now, believe,me, Mr. Puff, (Though how my Friend Orlando came To hit on Peter's borrow*d name, I can't imagine)but, believe me, It does in down-right earnest grieve me To send you such a flimsy Letter; Arid I wou'd fain produce a better; But — truly ,— Poverty disables! Then give me leave to turn the tables. 32 l**7*- a^cl Honor disallow £3y f o r c i n g payment on you now. Let Love and Honor counsel you To wait w i t h patience f o r your due, T i l l Wit and Humor s h a l l descend, E n r i c h me, as"they do my F r i e n d , And make my W i l l and Power equal; T h e n — you s h a l l not repent the Sequel. Meantime, I thank you f o r the Bow, Trumpet and Pipe th a t you bestow. The Trumpet I devote to fame. The Pipe — no, Engine i s the Name, A Spout J a S q u i r t . Oh, f i e f o r sbamel A G i f t so whimsical and strange Let me re t u r n , and, i n exchange, Give me a Pipe — I know you can, One f i t for' Phoebus, Pope, or Pan; And then y o u ' l l see but now, indeed, I play on such a squeaking Heed, That — i f I cannot get a b e t t e r , I s h a l l forever be your Debtor." T o r i c P.S. Hold — notwithstanding t h i s confession, I ought to have, i n my possession, A c e r t a i n piece, my honest r i g h t , Which you, S i r , i n a causeless f r i g h t , Conmitted to the flames — by Night J. Y o u ' l l say i t can't be now r e t r i e v ' d , That I have since, i n f u l l , r e c e i v ' d The Talue Lost. That may be true; But. s t i l l I claim i t , as my due, That you shou'd take, among the St a r s , Another t r i p , and b r i n g the Bears, That have escap'd i n conflagration, Back to t h e i r l a t e deserted S t a t i o n . 33 [Source: Loyal Verses, pp. 11-12; Date: 1777J A BIRTHDAY SONG (Composed at New York, in honour of the anniversary of the King's birthday, June 4 , 1777) Time was when America hallow'd the $orn On which the lov'd monarch of Britain was born, Hallow'd the day, and joyfully chanted God save the King I Then flourish'd the blessings of freedom and peacej Arid plenty flow'd in with a yearly increase. Proud of our lot we chanted merrily Glory and joy crown the KingI With envy beheld by the nations around, We rapidly grew, nor was anything found Able to check our growth while we chanted God Save the King! 0 blest beyond measure, had honour and truth S t i l l nurs'd in our hearts what they planted in youth! Loyalty at i l l had chanted merrily Glory and joy crown the King I But see. how rebellion has lifted her head! How honour and truth are with loyalty fled! Few are there now who join us in chanting God save the King! And see! how deluded the multitude f l y To arm in a cause that is built on a lye! Yet are we proud to chant thus merrily Glory and joy crown the King! Though faction by falsehood awhile may prevail, And loyalty suffers a captive in j a i l , Britain is rouz'd, rebellion is falling: God save the King! The captive shall soon be releas'd from his chain; And conquest restore us to Britain again, Ever to join in chanting merrily Glory and joy crown the King! 34 Source: Book 3 , p. 92; Date: 19 March 17781 MARY ODELL ON HER BIRTHDAY MARCH 19. 1778 Amidst the rage of v i c i l strife, The Orphan's cries, and Widow's tears; This day my rising dawn of l i f e Has measured five revolving years. Unconscious of the howling storm, No signs of Shipwreck do I see, For what, with a l l its bustling Swarm, What is the jnoisy world to met My needle and my Book employ The busy moments of the day, And — for the rest, with harmless joy, I pass them in a round of play. And i f , ere long, my vacant heart Is to be f i l l ' d with care and pain, S t i l l I shall bravely bear my part , While Youth and Innocence:remain. J.O. This is published in Loyal Verses, (P. 110), as "Molly Odell on her Birthday." The following paraphrase was written by Mary Odell on the occasion of her seventy-second birthday. PARAPHRASE FOR MARCH 19. 1845 Mid varied scenes of Peace and Strife, Of Toys and sorrows, Hopes and Fears, This day my sinking sands of Life Mark six times twelve revolving years. Tho' 6ft this sometime vacant heart Has been o'er charged with cares, and pains; S t i l l let me bravely bear my part; Thro' the brief remnant that remains. Now calmed the tumults of the mind The gusts of Passion now at rest; To a l l thy w i l l 0 Godl resign'd, Thy Light, thy Peace is in my breast. No more I dread the howling blast, No signs of Shipwreck now I see; The Haven is in view at last, And my Soul springs 0 God to thee! M. ft -35 (jSource: Winthrop Sargent, eat. Loyalist Poetry  of the Revolution (Philadelphia, Collins , 1857), pp. 38-55; Date: 18 September 17793-THE WORD OF CONGRESS1 Tartarean! intendit vocem.— V i r g i l , The WorlTd of Congress, like a round of beef, To hungry Satire gives a sure r e l i e f : No t r i f l i n g tid-bits'to delude the pen; But solid victuals, cut and come again.-Whitfield, ' t i s said, this simile was thine: 2 Unapt for thy discourse, it- s u i t s with mine. 0 P——rh, I should think" i t Joy supreme To win thy kind attention to my theme: To cheer thy heart, with native humour fraught,' And steal thee from'the painful task of thought. Oft has thy l i b e r a l , thy capacious mind" Griev'd for the wicked, sorrow'd for the blind; Deplor'd past errors, present I l l s bemoan'd, And 'anxious for the future deeply groan*d. Were" i t not "best to quit these gloomy views, And Join the^ sportful s a l i i e s ; of i.the Muse? Smile at those evils We must both endure, And laugh at. f o l l i e s which we cannot cure? Come, friejkd. land l e t us mock, t i l l mirth be s t i r r ' d In every veiAy the many colour 1 d Word. OhJ ' t i s a Word of pow'r, of prime account: I've seen i t lik e the daring Osprey mount; 1'v.ejseeh i t like a dirty r e p t i l e creep, Rush into flame, or plunge into the deep; I've heard i f like a hungry lion roar, Who tears the prey, and bathes himself in gore; I've seen i t softer than the vernal rain, Mildly descending oh the grassy plain --I've heard i t pious, as a saint in pray'r --I^ve heard i t lik e an angry trooper swear — I've known i t suit i t s e l f to ev'ry plan — I've known i t l i e to God, and l i e to Man, ^Sargent reprinted thia poem from Rivingtoh's Royal Gazette of 18 September 1779. He collated i t With a manuscript version given to a Mr. Fisher by the Rev. Dr. Abercromble. 2Whittfield's words - that he had "stirred the dry bones" of Philadelphia had become traditional; 3 6 Have you not read the marvellous escapes Of Proteus shifting to a thousand shapes? Have you hot seerTthe wonders of the stage, When Pantoalmedelights a"trifling age? Such and more various, such and more absurd, 3 Charles Thomson, witness of the changeful Word. He'll sigh to anything, no matter what:—r At truth alone his pen would make a blot. There dwelt in Norrlton's sequestered bowfrs, A mortal bless *d with mat hematic pow'rs. To whom was David Rittenhouse unknown? Fair Science saw; and "mark's' him for her own. His eye Creation to its bounds would trace— His mind, the regions of unbounded Space. Whilst thus he soar'd above the starry spheres, The Word of Congress sounded in his ears: He listen's 1 to the voice with strange delight, And swift descended from his dazzling height; Then, mixing eager"with seditious tools, Vice-President elect of rogues and fools, His hopes resign'd of philosophic fame— A paltry statesman Rittenhouse became. A Saint of old, as learned monks have said. Preach'a1 to the Fish—the Fish his voice obey'd. The same good man convened the grunting herd, Who bow*d obedient to his pow'rful word: Such energy had truth, in days of yore; Falsehood and nonsense, in our days, have more. Duffield avows them to be a l l in a l l And mounts, or quits the Pulpit, at their call. In vain New Light displays her heav'nly shine; In. vain attract him Oracles divine; Chaplain of Congress give him to become, Light may be dark and Oracles be dumb. It pleas'd Saint Anthony to preach to brutes;. To preach to Devils best with Duffield suits. Tim Matlack once had credit and esteem: His follies made them vanish as a dream. By a l l his former friends abandon*d quite, Game-cocks and Negroes were his sole delight. 3 Charles Thomson, Secretary of Congress; David Rittenhouse, astronomer and mathematician. 4Rev. George Duffield * D.D., Chaplain of Congress. 37 Vagrant and poor, his reputation slurr*d, He hast en* d to obey the factious Word. Who: row so act lire in the Cause as Tim? Tho* death to honour, it was l i f e to him. Restored to Consequence, tho* not to Crape, Behold him f i l l the Secretary's place! His pen can write you paragraphs by scores; His valour kick two Quakers out of doors: Tim for .their champion let the People dub; Yet Virtue s t i l l must hold him for a scrub. Kerr, and Carmichaelf Ishmaelites obscure; Who deem that a l l things to the pure are pure; Hag-rid by Congress, by sedition stlrr'd, Desert the Bible to proclaim the sword. Such force attends the fascinating sound, Murder Is saluted, perjury renown*d« Spencer and Caldwell, evangelic pair-* 6 This a smooth serpent, that a furious bear— With equal seal, but different cast of head; Prepar'd the Doctrine of the Word to spread. One on the thunder of his tongue relied: The other, wisely to his pen applied. Figures and tropes rough Spencer chose to pour: Arabian figures suited Caldwell more. The first was bold in treasonable talk; The second took the Commissary's walk. Both were detested, as they both desertd; But while the penman throve, the spokesman starv'd. Spencer a martyr falls to rage and rum; While Caldwell safe retires with half a plumb. Tucker, from want and dirt and darkness sprung, Of formal faee, and Oliverian tongue-'s cap'd from the gallows, gain'd the mob's esteem; But no promotion could from fraud redeem. Ho rank his heart to honesty could fix; S t i l l graceless he pursued his native tricks: Now rose against' him the tumultuous den: Possibly Alexander Carmichael, Chairman of the Committee at Morriatown, New Jersey, 1776 ^ev. ELihu Spencer, and Rev. James Col^well, presbyterian clergymen of New Jersey. 38 The Dev'l himself can sometimes r a i l at sin; Too much a knave for knaves themselves to bear, Abhorr'd by a l l men, Tucker quits the chair, 7 Paschal, who never right from wrong could t e l l ; Who never yet could read, or write, 6r spell; Srcm last, from awl, from <mttlag-knife is torn. While tanners weep, and half-shod soldiers mourn, He's now a Just i c e — T h e r e f o r e should we grudge? When Cong, reigns King, a Cobbler may be Judge, These are poor characters— Rise, Sat ire I rise, And seize on villains of superior size* Let censure reach to Shippen and to Tates, Or"dignify the verse with Greene and Gates: Ebcgoae the meanness of the P***e to view, 1 0 Or/strike at Willing, 1 1 Hamilton,12 and Ghew;13 Maeddugall, Maxell, Muhlenberg attack, 1 4 „ Or Baylor clad in white, or Knox in black: Or blast Poughkeepsie's Lord, who soils a That never but In him was doom'd to shame.J 7 Possibly Samuel Tucker of Burlington, appointed to the Supreme Bench of New Jersey in 1776. sEdward Shippen, a Whig, although his son, the Chief Justice.was a moderate tory, 9Robert Tates, a lawyer, 1 0John and Richard Perm, the latter being the most popular of the old governors, ^Thomasf.Willing, a leading Philadelphia merchant, and partner of Robert Morris,' 12 The Hamiltons were an important family in Pennsylvania, 13 Benjamin Chew of Philadelphia, made Chief Justice in 1772 14 •"Alexander McDougall, William Maxwell, and Peter Muhlenberg were a l l American generals, ^General Baylor a colonel of a regiment of horse from Virginia whose corps'wore;white';la.stunner. Henry Knox, the artillery general, whose favourite fullrdress e-iit was black, 1 6The Livingstons were probably the chief freeholders of Pough-keepsie at this time. 39 ^V-Teng"erM~draw the weapon"from the sheath," And plunge i t In the murd'rous breast of Heath. • The blust'rer; the poltroon; the vile; the weak; Who fight far Congress, or In Congress speak, Or to its edicts cowardly submit, Alike should undergo the lash of wit. Come Mifflin, let me put thee on the stage: As thou with Britain, war with thee I wage. Fierce Mifflin foremost in the ranks was found: Ask you the cause? He owad ten thousand pound.18 Great thanks to Congress, arid its doughty Word, He cancell'd debts by flourishing his sword. Hot that he cares for Congress, or its voice; Broils are his Int'rest, Tumult is his choice. But that he wants the necessary s k i l l A pliant people to inflame at wil l : But that his genius yields to Roberdeau, Xh everyr sr't ofmanaging the low: ' Confusion would in aid of Just ice rise, Revenge the widow^ a groans, the orphan's cries; The robbers of their ill-got treasure.rob;; And give Joe Reed a victim to the mob. Gates I have nam'd, but have not yet forsook: Step forward, Gates—end tremble at my look. Can'st thou, most harden'd tho' thou art, sustain The glance of anger mingled with disdain? I've seen thy father—4as thy pride forgot— Mean was his of flee—very mean his lot. A gracious Master drerlook'd thy birth, Arid rais'd thBe far above the dregs of earth. Each act of favour how"hast thou return'd? How all; the laws of sacred Honour spurn'd? What vile ingratitude thy soul has shown, Is f i t for devils to relate alone. 1 9 Go hide, abaridori'd monster, hide thy head-Go f l y , i f f l y thou caa'st, from inward dread-Call c l i f f s , call mountains on thee to descend: But rocks nor h i l l s from terror shall defend. ' • • ' Major-Gerieral had charge of some troops near Boston. The text refers to the stabbingf'of an unarmed British soldier by Captain Henley who was court -mart ialled and acquitted. 18 " General Thomas Mifflin, later President of Congress and Gover-nor of Pennsylvania. 1 9Horatlo v Gates, son of a captain in the British army. 40 In Hell seelc ref\ige--even there thou*It find A fiereer hell hot-bursting in thy mind. Where,, where is Sinclair? 8 0 Takes he to his heels? Blows aim'd at Gates by instinct Sinclair feels. He too fought nobly in hisCountry's cause; : He too the sword against his SOT*reign draws. Like Gates entangled in rebellion's share, He tod, like him, should tremble and despair. What comfort can they hope, what peace deserve, Who forfeit virtue; and from duty swerve? Avenging furies shall their steps pursue ". " T i l l , chas'd from earth, they join th' infernal erew. ********, whose meanness in'the prime of l i f e , Allow'd old ********** to pollute his wife; 2 1 Who•still,^regardless of the filthy blot, Owns a l l the bastards that the let©her got; In age, and equally to honour's grief, From a tame cuckold grows a rebel chief. Ot may no saucy cannons round him roar; No rude courtmartials vex his quiet more; His days awhile, good Bestiny; secure: Tho' stinking, great; and wealthy, tho' impure. Yes, 1st him live, kind Fate; but live abhorr'd, T i l l Justice fastens to his neck the cord. Amidst ten thousand eminently base, Thou, Sullivan, assume the highest placet Sailor, and farmer—barrister of vogue-Each state was thine, and thou in each a rogue. Ambition came, and swallow*d in a trice, Like Aaron's rod, the reptile fry of vice. One giant passion then his soul possess'd, And dreams of lawless sway disturb'd his rest. He gave each wild imagination scope, And flew to Congress on the wings of hope. 20 • - •1 Arthur St. Clair, an English officer who, like Montgomery, was with Wolfe at Quebec, and who was afterwards an American general. 2*Names withheld by the editor because of what he believed to be x the untruth of the charge. 22 John Sullivan, an ardent whig; who was responsible for giving Ill-timed commands at Brandywine. 41 Behold him there, but s t i l l behold him curst—• He sate in Congress; but he sate not f i r s t — What could the fever of his mind compose? Make him a Gen'ral: Gen'ral straight he grows. Head of a shirtless, shoeless gang he strides, While Wisdom stares, and Folly shakes her sides. And must I sing the wonders of his might? What are they?—Rout, capt ivity, and flight • Rhode-Island saw him to her forts advance. Assisted by the ships of faithless France: Rhode-Island saw him shamefully retreat/ In imitation of the Gallic fleet. Hi s banners last oh Susquehanriah wav' d, Where, lucky to excess, his scalp he sav'd. A l l these, and more whose praise must be deferr'd, Seditious rose when Congress gave the word: Of various principles; from various soils; Smit with des ire of change, or love of brolis. As when an ass with hideous clamour brays, Unnumber,d asses loud their voices raise: As when a restless ram the fence o'erleaps, Flocks leave their grazing, and pursue in heaps: So, at one noisy, turbulent command, Contagion seiz'd and uproar f i l l ' d the land. A l l rush'd like frighten'd sheep, to join the Cause; Or .'is sonorous cadence bray'd applause. Come, heav'h-born Truth*" and analyze a Word •l. To -"all "things human and divine preferr*dt Guidei of the wil l , and" ruler of the heart— Why not examine each component part? Impress'd so deeply, and diffus'd so wide, It ought the test of Reason to abide: Serene and beautiful in outward face, Within; a l l wisdom, sanctity, and grace: Impartial i t should be, and void of faults; It should—but Truth from this account revolts. Far other portrait the prevailing Word $Bom Truth's unerring pencil has incurr'd. Bid her describe the Congress:—straight she draws An hydra-headed form, with*harpies' claws— Lot hum'rous mouths hiss, ohatter, bark, or croak: Here, one like Cacus belches fire and smoke; The second like a monkey grins and chats; A third squalls horrible, like angry cats: Here, you've the growls and sriarlings of a dog; And there the beastly gruntings of a hog. Others affect the puritanic tone; The whine, the caut,. the snuffle, and the groan. 4 2 In Gandour's accents falsehoods some disguise; Whilst others vomit forth essential l i e s — 'AIL sounds delusive, a l l disgustful notes, Pour Tike a torrent from their brazen throats, To f i l l with rage the poor distracted crowd; Whilst Discord claps her hands, and shouts aloud. This harsh account should Charity distrust, Yet sad Experience wil l pronounce i t Just. Whoe'er the Word of Congress shall peruse, In every piece w i l l see i t change)its views: Now, swell with duty to the Kiag ;elate; -Now, melt with kindness to the parent state; Then back to5Treason suddenly revolve. And"Join in Suffolk's infamous resolve. Trace i t thro' a l l the windings of the press, Vote or appeal, petition or address,--Trace !•£ in every act--in" every speeoh--ToO sure you'11 find duplicity in each. Mark now its soothing, now its threatening strain; Mark its hypocrisy, deceit* chicane; From the soft breathings of the new-form'd board, To that f e l l hour when Independence roar'd; Forc'd, you'll acknowledge since Creation's dawn, Earth never yet produe'd so vile a spawn. But s t i l l , in Britain, many disbelieve— I own, 'tis hard such baseness to conceive. Who, that beheld these foul Impostors rave When Law confirmed the rights that Treaties gave: Heard them foretell Religion's general wreck, From Romish faith establish'd in Quebec: Who? that observ'd a l l this, could e'er opine That Saints like these with Popery should Jo;in? Lnagination must i t not surpass, That Congress should proceed in pomp to Mass? Yet that they did, authentic proofs can show; Myriads the frontless act—nay, millions—know?3 Here, gentle reader, we'll go back a space, Two famous missions of the Word to trace. Saint ***•*, with a priest in either hand, Devoutly travell'd to Canadian land: For those who should rebel, a copious store Of Absolutions our apostles bore. A reference to the differing opinions concerning the Roman Catholic faith, and the official attitude toward i t . 45 In faith., i t proy'd a memorable Job: .Its gracious sounds avail'd not with the mob— Like Paul at Lystra, i t provok'd the stories, Arid scarce the factious preachers sav'd their bones. McWhorter, Spencer, with the same designs; — A brace of flaming, pestilent divines,— To Carolina went, by Cong.,'s decree, From oaths the fetter'd populace to free. Ridiculous attempt; unhallow'd work; Plain sense abhorr'd the miserable quirk; The wretched bigots were dismiss'd with jeers, But kept ('twas more than they deserv'd) their ears. 3* Not so discourag'd, the prolific Word To more successful artifice reourr'd. Swarms of deceivers, practis'd in the trade, Were sent abroad to gull, cajole, persuade; Scoff with the scoffer; with the pious pray; Drink with the drunkard; froilck with the gay: A l l things to a l l with varied art become, And bribe with paper, or inflame "with rum. Others, apart in some obscure recess, The studied l i e for publication dress: Prepare the vague report, fallacious tale; Invent "fresh calumnies; revive the stale; Pervert a l l records sacred and profane: And chief among them stands the vil l a i n Pain. This scribbling imp, 'tis said, from LbilSc. came. That seat of glory, intermixed with shame; Imperial City, Queen of Arts enroll'd, J^t.:ful:l.-:of vice as Sodom was of old; Once with the deathless name of Barnard grae'd; By Wilkes, and Bull, and Sawbridge now defac'd..0 Our hireling author having chang'd his so i l , True son of Grub street, here renew'd his t o i l ! What cannot ceaseless impudence produce? Old — - 3 6 knows Its value, and its use. 04 There ware many loyal Scotch settlers in North Carolina. Rev. Elihu Spencer, arid McWhorter were sent to influence them for the cause of independence, but met with l i t t l e success. ^5Baraard, Wilkes, Bull and Sawbridge were local officers in London, a l l but Barnard being friends of America. 2 6 Pas;fie came to America as a result of Franklin's efforts, but i t is Franklin who is referred to hers. 44 He caught at Paine; reliev'd his wretched plight; And gave him notes, and set him down to write. Fire from the Doctor's hiftts the miscreant took; 7M.sea^e^''tr^h^an.^B'Ooh compos'd° a''book': A pamphlet which j without the least pretence To reason, bare the heme of Common Sense. No matter what you call this dogg'rel stuff, Bad as it was, i t pleas'd; and that»s enough. The work like wildfire through the Country ran, And Folly bow'd the knee to 's plan. Sense, reason, judgment were abash'd and fled; And Congress reign'd triumphant in their stead. 0 hapless LandJ 0 People void of brains1 My heart bleeds for you, tho! my soul disdains. Deep schemes ensued, to a l l appearance vague, But fitted to disseminate the plague. From the back woods half savages came down, And awkward troops paraded ev'ry town. , Committees, asd Convent ions met by scores; Justice was banish'd—Law turn'd out of doors; Disorder seem'd to overset,the lend; They, who appear'd to rule, the tumult fann'd, But cunning stood behind with sure controul; Ahd in one centre caus'd to meet the whole. By what contrivance this effect was gain'd; How the new States were finish'd and sustain'd; A l l , a l l should be held up to public scorn; An useful lesson to the child unbornt But this would open an immense career. And into port 'twere prudent now to steer. Much have we labour'd in tempestuous seas: . •Tis time to give the ahatter'd vessel ease. When once refitted, we'll again display Satire's red ensign on the wat'ry way; Again encounter the rebellious Flag, And from the staff the stripes of Faction drag: These pirates hov'ring on the coast disperse, And chase them with the flowing sail of verse. 01 grace of every Virtue--meek ey'd maid— |Sweet Modesty, in purple robes array'd— Think me hot vain of these enervate lines, These feeble colourings, and/faint designs. To bring some stouter Champion od the scene Is a l l I meditate, is a l l I mean. 45 I but endeavour to amuse the Foe, T i l l Genius rise and deal the fatal blow* But Genius, careless of his charge, sits s t i l l , And lets the monster Congress rage at will: Lifts not the terror of his pond'rous lance: Arrests not those who sel l the land to France: Tilts not with bitter Wayne, with bolst'rous Lee: But leaves the task to Weakness, and to me* Thus, t i l l some favour'd mortal raise his voice, I must go on—'tis duty, and not choice* Sister of Wisdom, Goddess of the Song, Protect the meanest of the tuneful throngt And when the feather'd weapon I prepare, Once more to lay the villain's bosom bare; Lei inspiration from th* ethereal height Shed on my soul her vivifying l i g h t — Poetic ardour, strength of thought infuse, The l i f e , the spirit, of a glowing muse* Ask I too much? then grant me far a time Some deleterious pow'rs of acrid rhyme: Some ars'nic verse, to poison with the pen These rats, wjtpnestle in the Lion's dent Sept. 1779 Source: Loyal Verses, pp. 45-50; Date: 17793 THE CONGRATULATION A POEM D l i Boni, boni quid porto. — Terence. Joy to great Congress, joy an hundred f o l d . The grand c a j o l e r s are themselves c a j o l ' d l In v a i n has Franklin's a r t i f i c e been t r i e d , And Louis swell'd with treachery and p r i d e : Who rei^Qs supreme i n heav'n deception spurns, And i n the author's head the mischief turns. What pains were taken to procure D ' E s t a i n g l 1 His f l e e t ' s dispersed, and Congress may go hang. Joy to great Congress, joy an hundred f o l d l The grand c a j o l e r s are themselves c a j o l ' d l Heav'ns King f i n d s f o r t h the hurricane and s t r i p s Of a l l t h e i r glory the p e r f i d i o u s ships. His M i n i s t e r s of Wrath the storm d i r e c t ; Nor can the Prince of A i r h i s French p r o t e c t . Saint George, Saint David show'd themselves true hearts; Saint Andrew and Saint P a t r i c k topp'd t h e i r p a r t s . With r i g h t E o l i a n puffs the wind they blew; Crack went the masts; the s a i l s to shivers flew. Such honest Saints s h a l l never be forgot; Saint Dennis, and Saint Tammany, go r o t . A A f l e e t under D'Estaing was sent from France to help destroy the B r i t i s h squadron i n the Delaware. The E n g l i s h heard of h i s coming, and "removed"'to'a stronger p o s i t i o n at New York. A f t e r various i unsuccessful attempts by the Americans ahd French against the B r i t i s h , and a f t e r some unfortunate occurrences between the French and Americans which r e s u l t e d i n b i t t e r f e e l i n g s , D'Estaing r e f i t t e d h i s f l e e t " a n d l e f t for Martinique. Without French support, the Americans had to r e t i r e . An a l l u s i o n to Tamer und, the Indian king, as the! patron s a i n t of America. 4? Joyr1fc:;.#?ea:t Portress,; J.07/an.ku&dred fold; Tie grand ostlers are-' tfiemselves cajoL'df Old Satan' holds a council in mid^air; Hear "the black Dragon" furious rage and swear— —Are these the triumphs of my Gallic friends? Hew will you ward this blow, my trusty fiends? What remedy for this unlucky Job?" What art shall raise the spirits of the mob? Ply swift i ye sure "supporters of my realm j Ere this ill-news the rebels overwhelm. Invent, say any thing to make them mad£; Tell them the King— No, Dey'ls are not so bad; The dogs of Congress at the King let loose; But ye, brave Dev'l, avoid such mean abuse. Joy to great Congress, joy an hundred fold: The grand cajolers are theselves cajol'dl What thinks Sir Washington of this mischance; Blames he hot those, who put their trust in Trance? A broken reed comes pat into his kind:' Egypt and Brans e by rushed are defin'd^* Basest of Kingdoms underneath the skies, Kingdoms that could not profit their allies. How could the tempest play him such a prank? Blank is his prospect, ahd his visage blank: Why frem West-Point his armies has lie brought? Can nought be done? — sore sighs he at the thought. Back to his mountains Washington may trot: He take this city —"yes, when ice is hot. Joy to great Congress, joy ah hundred fold: The grand cajolers are themselves cajol'dl Ah, poor militia of the Jersey State, your hopes are bootless, you are come too late. ,.Your••four hours plunder of New-York is fled, And grievous hunger haunts you in its stead. Scffrowaiid.sighing seize the Yankee race, When the brave Briton looks them In the face: The brawny Hessian, the bold Refugee, Appear in arms, -and lb I the rebels flee; Each in his bowels griping spankue feels; Each drops his haversack, and trusts' his heels. Scamp'riijg and scouring o'er the fields they run, And here you find a sword, and there a gun. Joy to great Congress, joy an hundred fold; The grand cajolers are themselves cajol'dl The doleful tidings Philadelphia reach, 4.8 And Duffield cries — the Wicked make a breacht Members of Congress in confusion meet, And with pale countenance each other greetv —Mo comfort, brother? — Brother, none at all. Fall*n is our tower: yea/ broken down our wall. Oh brother! things are at a dreadful,pass: Brother, we sirin'd in going to the Mass. The Lord; who taught our fingers how to fight. For this denied to curb the tempest's might: Our paper coin refus'd for flour we see. And lawyers will not take it for a fee. Joy to great Congress, joy an hundred fold: The grand cajolers are themselves cajol'dl What caus'd the Irenoh from Parker's fleet to steal? They wanted thirty thousand casks of meal. Where are they now can mortal mau reply? Who finds them out must have a Lynx's eye. Some place them in the ports of Chesapeak; Others account them bomd to Martinique; Some think to Boston they- intend to go? And some suppose them in the deep below. One thing is certain, be they where they will, They keep their triumph most exceeding s t i l l . They have not even Pantagruel's luck, Who conquer *d, two,, old «iomen and a duck.* Joy to great Congress, joy an hundred fold: The grand cajolers are themselves cajol'dl How Ions shall the deluded people look Far the French squadron moor'd at Sandy Hook? Of all their hopes the comfort and the stay, This vile deceit at length must pass away. What imposition can be thought on next, To cheer their partisans, with doubt perplex'd? Dollars on dollars heap'd up to the skies, Their value sinks the more, the more they rise; Bank notes of bankrupts, struck without a fund, Puff'd for a season, will be at last shunn'd. Call forth invention, ye renown'd in guile; New falsehoods frame in matter, and in style; Send some enormous fiction to the press; Again prepare the circular address; 3Reverend George Duff ield, Presbyterian, chaplain to Congress. The reference which follows, to the mass, shows the willingness of a Protestant Congress to do honour to the faith of the French king and his ambassador. 4Ode 11 was a French scholar, and the reference is to a story in Rabelais* La Tie de Gargantua et de Pantegruel. 49 With lies, with no re ease, keep the people drunk: For should they once reflect, your power is sunk, .Joy to great Congress, joy an hundred fold: The grand cajolers are themselves cajol'dl The farce of empire will be fihish'd soon. And each mock-monarch dwindle to a loon. Mock-money "and mock-states shall melt away, And the mock-troops disband for want of pay, Ev»n now decisive ruin is prepared: Ev'a now the heart of Huntington5 is scar'd. /.Seen oruaseen, on earth, above, below, A13. things conspire to give the final blow. Heaven has ten. thousand -tfunderbolts to dart; From Hell, ten thousand livid flames will start; Iffyrlads of larking daggers are eonceal'd; In! Injur *d bosoms dark revenge Is nnrat: Yet but a moment, and the storm shall burst* Joy to great Congress, joy an hundred fold: The grand cajolers are themselves cajol'dl How War, suspended by the scorching heat, Springs from his tent, and shines in arms complete* How Sickness, that of late made heroes pale, Flies from the keenness of the,northern gale. Firmness and Enterprise, United, wait The last command, to strike the stroke of Fate. Now Boston trembles; Philadelphia. quakes; And Carolina to the center shakes. There is, whose councils the just moment scan: Whose wisdom meditates the mighty plan: He, when the season is mature, shall speak; ; All Heaven shall plaud him, and all Hell shall shriek. At his dread fiat tumult shall retire; Abhorr'd rebellion sicken and expire; The fall of congress prove the world's relief; And deathless glory crown the god-like1 chief I Joy to great Congress, joy an hundred fold: The grand cajolers are themselves cajol'dl 'what now is left of Continental brags? Taxes unpaid,tho' payable in rags. What now remains of Continental force? Battalions mould'ring:, Waste without resource* Governor Samuel Huntington of Connecticut, president of Congress in 1779 and 1780, 50 What rests there yet of Continental Sway? A ruih'd People, ripe to disobey. Hate now of men, and soon to be the Test; Such is your fate, ye Monsters of the West I Yet must on every face a smile be worn, While every breast with agony is torn. Hopeless yourselves, yet hope you must impart, And comfort others with an aching heart. Ill-fated they who, lost at home, must boast Of help expected from a foreign coast: How wretched is their lot, to France and Spain Who look for succour, but who look in vain. Toy to great Congress, joy an hundred fold: The grand cajolers are themselves cajol'dl Courage, my boys; dismiss your chilling fears: Attend to me* I ' l l put you in your geers. Come, I ' l l instruct you how to advertize Your missing friends, your hidfrand-aeek Allies. 0 YB31 — If any mart alive will bring • News of the squadron of the Christian King: If any man will find out Count D'Estaing, With whose scrub actions both the Indies rang: If any man will ascertain on oath r What has become of Monsieur de la Mothe:6 Whoever these Important points explains, Congress wil l nobly pay him for his pains, Of pewter dollars, what both hands can hold, A thimble-full of plate, a mite of gold: The lands of same bit Tory he shall get, And start a famous Colonel en brevet; And last to honour him (we scorn to bribe) We'll make him chief of the Oneida Tribe. 7 Like D'Estaing; Monsieur de la Mothe Piquet was a distinguished French naval officer who served on the American coast during the Revolution. 7The Oneidas were the only tribe of the Six Nations interested in the cause of Congress, for which reason several chiefs were given military rank. 51 CSqurce: loyal Verses, pp. 51-58; Date: 24 November 1779-3' THE FED" DE JOIE A POEM Let songs of triumph every voice employ, And every Muse discharge a feu de Joie. Hail, Congress, hail, magnificent, renown'd: Rejoice, be merry; the lost Sheep i s foundt You, Congress, knew him by his graceful bleat. We only know him by his foul defeat. Great Bell Wether, he led his scabby flock In apt conjunction with the rebel stock. He came, he pushed, he fled with half his train; While sav'd Savannah swell'd with heaps of slain. Let songs of triumph every voice employ, And every Muse discharge a feu de JoieI What awful silence through the land prevail'd Since Count D'Estaing from St. Dcsairigo f a i l 'd. No voice, no breath, no sound, no rumour flew, Lest Parker''should with a l l his fleet pursue. No whisper; ho report—but a l l was mum, Leatwreinforcements from New York should come. To-catch the British rapping was their thought: Now, by my faith, a Tartar have they caught. Let songs of triumph every voice employ, And every Muse discharge a feu de JoieI The French, entangle in a dreadful scrape, From the West Indies made a fine escape. Arriv'd upon the coast, the scene was chang'd: Uncivil Winds their armaments derang'd; Their first reception was exceeding rough; Howe'er they landed: landed sure enough. Ashore, they vapour and defy the Storm, And soon with Lincoln's troops a Junction form. Rear Admiral Hyde Parker. 52 Let songs of triumph every voice employ, And every Muse discharge a feu de joie. Plunder's the Word; but Plunder soon is o'«r» Bob folks of a l l , and you"can rob no more. Live stock or dead, they capture and condemn: Come Whig, come Tory, 'tis the same to them. The Continental gentry stand aghast To see their good Allies devour so fast. Are these the Troops of Louis. Friend of Men? They're rather Tygers, loosen'd from a Den. Let songs of triumph every voice employ, And every Muse discharge a fen de joieI The sworn confederates manfully advance In quest of Glory and the Good of France, Go summon, Trumpeter, yon haughty Town: Bid them surrender to the Gallic Crown. What, are they rest iff? ~ scorn they to obey? Paste—-we'll compel-them with what speed we may. Erect your batteries, Engineers, in haste:, Mortars and Cannons in the Works be plac'd. Upon the right my valiant French shall load; You Continentals, line th* 'Augusta road. Moncreiffe3 seems active, but he'll soon be sick, When shells and balls and bullets rattle thick. Let songs: of triumph every voice employ, And every Muse discharge a feu de joie, Ihe brave D'Estaing encourages his troops, . A n d promises good store of drams and soups. Work oh, work on, ye jolly Pioneers. The town shall soon, be knocked about their, ears. ] Meantime, strict guard about the camp we'll keep* And neither in nor out a mouse shall creep. But whence arises, in the dead of night, This horrid noise to f i l l us with affright? Are a l l the devils got loose? ~ DSEstaing cries out. --No, sir, 'tis Maitland4 puts us to the rout. D'Estaing summonsed Savannah to surrender to France. News of the defense of Savannah reached New York on November IS, 1779, and this poem appeared in print on November 24, which testified to the speed and facility with which Odell was able to write his poems. 3 Captain Moncrieffe's leadership at Savannah in large part saved the town. 4 Colonel Malt land brought reinforcements into town after the st0.ge began, which was important as Savannah had been unprepared for attack. 5 3 Stop him this instants — Sir, he won't be stopt. Chop him—enverit e, ourselves are ohopt. The town he slu^'n^...jmt,er>wl declare, —True, noble Count, for he's already there. Let songs of triumph every voice employ, And every Muse discharge a feu de joiel The Gallic Chief, his batteries complete, Conceives the British humbled at his feet. Full thirty cannons, mortars half a score; No doubt Prevost mist tremble at their roar. They open, and proclaim Savannah's doom; Hide day with smoke, with flashes night illume. Now whistle through the air the pond'rous plumbs; Now mount aloft, and now descent! the bombs. Incessant thunders rend the frighted sky, . And bluffs and hillocks to the sound reply. Let songs of triumph, every voice employ, And every "Muse discharge a feu de joiel What great effect has a l l this fire produc'd? Here falls a house, and there a turf is lobs*d. What, no slain warriors ter-jfela* in the trench? Yes, by the Mass:- abundance of the French. No cannon yet dismounted can you see? Oh yes— a number marked with Fleurs de Lye. Where are the Yankees? -- where they were at f i r s t . What have we got then? — we have got the worst. How can this be? Six days, and nothing done I The case is plain the foe gives three for one. Our thirty cannon have no chance at a l l , Moncreiffe salutes with ninety from the wall. Pize on't — this way of Siege is most absurd: We'll have no more cn't — Storm shall be the word! Let songs of triumph every voice employ, And every Muse discharge a feu de 1olel The Veterans of France have formed the line, Expecting daybreak and the promis'd sign. The Rebel Bands are marshall'd in array. Boastful and loud, and covetous of prey. What held the Town of beauty, wealth and power, Was a l l devoted in that cruel hour. Sore sigh'd the Mother, for her Babes afraid; And, anxious for herself, the blooming Maid. The Merchant trembled for his crouded store: One dreadful pause— and a l l perhaps is gore! So to the rock Andromeda lay bound, When rose the Monster from the vase profound: 54 But soon her bray© Deliverer fac'dthe foe; No matter whether Perseus of Prevdst."' His winged courser gallant he bestrode; He look'da Herb and he moy'd a God. He met the Monster in his fierce attack. And to old Ocean headlong drove him back. Let songs of triumph every voice employ, And every Muse discharge a feu de joie. Lot from the Artillery pours the grand salute: Then Silence flows — and a l l is hush'd and mute. Sudden the drum rebellows; swells the f i f e ; And a l l move forward to the mortalsstrife. The shouting warriors and the trumpets s h r i l l The meanest heart with martial ardour f i l l . With rapid march advance the hostile rows, While British fire the ranks tremendous mows. Now nearer s t i l l and nearer they engage, And War puts on accumulated rage. There is the din of battle; there the crash; The roaring valley, and the frequent flash. There animation in the front appears: There charge the chosen Gallic Grenadiers. There, where each moment death they take or give, Scarce Immortality herself could live I Let songs of triumph every voice employ, And every Muse discharge a feu de joie. Now slaughter triumphed and resistless strow'd With mangled carcasses the reeking road. Ev*n then, when blood was streaming like a fount, Polaski rush'd the strong Redoubt to mount. Against the grape-shot thunders from the walls: He f a l l s — half hero, half a fiend, he fa l l s . Off from the field his soldiers bear their chief; Art was invok'd, but Art gave no relief; Deep in his groin was fix'd the deadly wound. Worthless, tho* brave, a glorious fate he found. Such noble death what right had he to hope, Whose odious Treason merited a Rope? Undaunted minds were made in verse to shine? But hate to parricides blots out the line. Not Valour's self the Traitor can excuse; Him Truth condemns: him execrates the Muse.5 Polaski, referred to earlier in the stanza, had helped to oust Poniato7Ts?>t from the Polish throne, and had then fled the country when Poniatowski escaped. A story has i t it hat during the attack on Savannah the advance was delayed by an officer because his company had not ob-tained the position of honour cn the right. While under fire from the town, the division was halted and the company marched into place. 55 Let songs of triumph every voice employ, And every Muse discharge a feu de joiel Such desperate efforts the battalions then Disorder and dismay and rout begin. The worn brigades from sight recoiling swerve; Their courage drops, they faint in every nerve. Yet s t i l l remains an excellent resource— Bring to the charge the Continental Force. What ails these Braggadocios of the Land? Won't they oome fcarward?—stiff as Basts they stand. Strange petrifaction on their host attends. Deuce take the fools, they level at their friends! Some angry Demon sure their sense misleads; See, the French tremble, and their ..General bleeds. By rebel hands (Lot Providence is just) The rebels' patron wounded bites the dust. 6 Let songs pf triumph every voice employ, And every Muse discharge a feu de Joiel •Tis done: Confusion sits on every face; Inevitable ruin; foul disgrace. Now Terror domineers, and wild Affright: No hope in Arms; ho safety but in Flight. Now, Britons, Hessians, and Provincials pour: Arrest the fugitives and bathe in gore. •Tis done:--D'Estaing betakes him to his ship; To Charlestowh Yankees thro* the forests slip. Qo reckon up thy loss, amphibious Count; Mark Fifteen Hundred to the f u l l amount: Of wounded and of killed an equal train Left Lincoln weltering on the bloody plain: Whilst forty Britons on the l i s t appear. 0 Earth confess, the Hand of Heaven was here! Let songs of triumph every voice employ, Ahd every Muse discharge a feu de joiel Does Lordly Congress relish this defeat— Say, is i t pleasant to their souls and sweet? What, both o'ertbrown, America and France, By one small splinter of the British Lance! Yet these were they, gigantic in their boast, Who swore to chase us from this Western Coast: Yet these were they who built flat-bottomed boats, And vow'd to drive us like a Flock of floats. 6- <• As a result of British strategy, the F~rench and Americans fired each other in the dark. 56 Unstable as the sand, their arts shall f a i l : As water weak, they never shall'prevail, These, Reuben-like'; their parents' couch defile: Like Judas, these shall perish in their guile. Could the Sword spare them, yet of Heaven accurst Their very Bowels would asunder burst. Let songs of triumph every voice employ, And every Muse discharge a feu de joiel Yet poor deluded owners of the s o i l , For other's good who labour arid who t o i l — Ye wretches doom'd to sorrowful mistake, Who hunger and who thirst for Congress* sake-Arouse for Shame: like Men your rights resume, And send your Tyrants to the Land of Gloom, ] If Shame prevail hot; s t i l l let Wisdom plead. If both are slighted, Vengeance must succeed. Your Parent State grows stronger every hour; As yet, its mercy far exceeds its Power, Your Congress- every moment weaker grows. Rags are it s Treasure: Honest men its Foes, Its Building cracks, tho' buttress'd by the Gaul: It nods, i t shakes, it totters to its f a l l , 0 save yourselves before i t is too lateI 0, save your Country from impending Fatal Leave those; whom Justice must at length destroy Repent, come over, and partake our joy. Sargent printed the poem from Rivington's Royal Gazette. 24 November 1779. The t i t l e refers to an American army custom of celebrating a victory with a discharge of firearms. i 57 Qtource: Book 2, pp. 30-32; Date; 1 January 1780} ODE FOR THE NEW YEAR : ' ' written at New York, Janu.Y l.at 1780. (Air; Rule Britannia) When rival Nations first descried, Emerging from the boundless Main, This Land, by Tyrants yet untried, On high was sung this lofty Strain. "Rise, Britannia, beaming far, Rise, bright Freedom*s Morning Star. To distant Regions, unexplored, Extend the blessings of thy Sway, To yon benighted World afford The light of thy all-chearing Ray. Rise, Britannia, rise bright Star, Spread thy radiance wide and far. The Shoots of Science, right and fair, Transplanted from thy fostering Isle, And by thy Genius nurtured there, Shall teach the Wilderness to smile. Shine, Britannia, rise and shine, To bless Mankind the task be thine. Nor shall the Muses now disdain To find a new Asylum there; And, ripe for harvest, see the Plain Where lately rov'd the prowling Bear. Plume, Britannia, plume thy Wing; Teach the Savage Wild to sing; From thee descended, there the Swain Shall arm the Port and spread the Sail, And speed his traffick o'er the Main/ With S k i l l to brave the sweeping Gale. S k i l l , Britannia, taught by thee, Unrival'd Empress of the Sea. This high and holy Strain — how true, Had now from Age to Age been shown, And, to the World's admiring view, Rose Freedom's transatlantic throne. Here, Britannia, here thy fame Long did we with joy proclaim. 58 But a i i J what .frenzy. b r e a k B a band Of Love and Union held so dearI Rebellion madly shakes the land. And Love is turn* d to hate and fear. Here, Britannia, here at last, We feel-Contagion's deadly blast. Thus blind, alass, when a l l is well, Thus blind are Mortals here below; As when apostate Angels f e l l , Ambition turns our bliss to woe. Now, Britannia, now beware; For other conflicts now prepare. By thee controul'd for ages past. See now half Europe in array, For wild Ambition hopes, at last, To fix her long-projected Sway. Rise, 'Britannia, rise again," The Scourge of haughty France and Spain. The howling tempest fiercely blows, And Ocean rages in the Storm. •Tis then the fearless Pilot shows What British courage can perform. Rule, Britannia, rule the Waves, And repell intruding Slaves. This is to be found in Loyal Verses.(pp. 58-60). It appeared also in Rivington's Royal Gazette. 11 March 1780. 59 CSource: Book 2, pp. 13-15; Date: 23 March. 17803 A LOYALIST, IN EXILE FROM HIS FAMILY, SENDS A MINIATURE PICTURE TO HIS DISCONSOLATE WIFE Though c r u e l Fate condemns me s t i l l t o mourn, An E x i l e , from t h y chaste embraces t o r n ; From year to year prolongs an Age of g r i e f , Vftiile Hope deferr'd s t i l l mocks my fond b e l i e f ; Yet - when Imagination paints the Scene, Such, 0 my Anna, as i t might have been, -The r u t h l e s s Tyrant, with untimely haste, P o i n t i n g h i s Lance, and near thy p i l l o w plac'd -Thy Bed surrounded by an Orphan t r a i n , Whose tender c r i e s to Heaven ascend i n v a i n ! While speechless agony and Horror shake My trembling frame,, t i l l from the trance I wake -In such a moment years of absence seem To vanish as the phantoms of a dream, And I forbear to.murmur or repine, E x u l t i n g that I s t i l l may c a l l thee mine, I had been long a Wanderer, long had t r i e d , With b a f f l e d hope, to stem an adverse t i d e , When f i r s t my weary Bark, I thought, had found A Port secure, and Heaven no longer frown'd. Misfortunes past and p e r i l s I forgot; My Anna smiled; Love crown 'd my happy Lot; The Mother's charms were i n her babes confest, And s i l e n t rapture swell'd my g r a t e f u l breast. My joy was f u l l ; the Sky was a l l serene; No cloud of doubt or f e a r obscured the Scene. But soon the r i s i n g Storm began to r o a r , And soon the Deluge swept me from the Shore I Again I wander, weary; and unblest, Far from the Paradise I once possess'd. 60 Possess'dalass I like Adam - for a day, ' Arid now," with heavy heart, alone I stray; Hot, "hand i n hand,** with Eve to grace my Side, But yet, I trust, with "Providence my Guide," For though, exiled from Bliss, I mourn my f a l l , No guilt is mingled in my cup of gall, Hope yet survives. - 0 Providence Divine, O'er Anna's dwelling let the banner shine; Protect the Mother and her Infant care, Be thou her Guard, her Refuge from despair; And, for her sake, let me again be blest, Restore the Paradise I once possess'd! Subdue the bloody rage of c i v i l Strife; Restore me to the Mother and the l i f e ; To love and Joy, to peace and cheerful ease, And Love's dear pledges clinging to my kneest Sure, Heaven assents and, like the faithful Dove, Sweet Hope returns to Innocence and Love. Our Sorrows have endured a dismal night, And Joy, my'Anna, waits approaching light. Meantime accept this token, which, though dumb To a l l beside, to thee shall seem to come With tender greetings, and, In Fancy's ear, Whisper assurance - that the Dawn is,near, When Peace shall banish Discord's bloody Train, And Love his long lost Paradise regain. Employ'd at thy request, the hand of Art Has trac'd those features which thy partial heart So long has cherish'd. Let this Picture then, Beyond the feeble efforts of my pen, Speak comfort to thee. Take it as the gift Of one who, though in person tum'd adrift Upon a troubled Ooean, is, in mind, S t i l l at the Haven which he left behind. There ever present in his better part, Stamp'd with the Seal of truth, a constant heart, He lives with thee* while here a lifeless form Alone remains to bide the pelting Storm. Then, t i l l the howling of the Storm shall cease, T i l l c i v i l frenzy hear the Voice of Peace, Lock'd in thy casket from the Sight of foes, Imagine him in safety to repose. Thy willing Captive, in his prison blest, When visited by thee, by thee caress'd, Shall be by Love Instructed to beguile His gentle keeper's grief, to speak ahd smile, Contented smile, and speak In tender phrase, Of sweet endearments, as In better days. 61 Those better days, I trust, shall yet come round; Again shall Lore and Innocence be crowa'd, And, to the last, life's golden hours employ In a sweet circle of domestic joy. New W^f^^Sfi- 1780 62 Source: Book 2, p. 16; undated} TO THE MEMORY OF MAJOR ANDRE1 (Quia desiderio ait pudbr aut modus Tarn ehari capitisI) Ifetture, in him, her scattered rays eombin'd-A graceful person and heroic Mind, A glowing fancy with a judgement clear. Engaging manners and a Soul sincere. By smiling Virtue led through spotless youth, Wedded to Honor at the Shrine of Truth, Adorn'd by Science, cherish»d by the Nine, Prepared alike in Camp or Court to shine. With loyal zeal and patriot ardor fired, Dear to his Country, by her foes admir'd,-His murder f i l l ' d the measure of their shame, Andratamp'd with deep disgrace their Leader's name. ^fflajor John Andre (1751-1780), was the British soldier who was hanged as a spy during the American Revolution for negotiating with Benedict Arnold for the British seizure of We3t Point. On his return to New York, Major Andre was captured, and the secret papers were discovered. His death by hanging, ordered by Washington, caused considerable censure and the British army went into mourn-ing for him. Major Andre, as well as being an able'soldier, was a man of some poetic talent. His parody on "Chevy-chase'1 celled •'Cow-chase" appeared i n New York on the day he was captured. 63 ©puree: 29211; undatecQ IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE TRAGEDY OF CBRDNONB0T0NTBDL0GOS, A PROLOGUE INTENDED FOR THE' FARCE CALLED TASTE We see with .pleasure, what your Smiles confess, Our first Essay hias met with some success; Thus for our treat, you think, is «- well enough I Then, for the Second Course, let Peter Puff Present some Nic-nacks, which, though done in haste, Your Caterer hopes may chance to hit your taste, be gustibus, you know, non disputandum; That is to say ~ (although, faithI I speak at random.) You A l l have taste; no Critic dares dispute i t t And, by your leave, 1*11 undertake to suit i t . Foot's Market never wants far some rare Fish. Or Gem®, to furnish but a savory Dish, For, in pursuit of rich and dainty cheer, He searches Town and Country, far and near. To feast the Oonnolsseur with post^llenhiiaa. He brings Antiques, all fresh ~ from Herculaneumt Paintings and medals, ay I as old as Pharaot The Rust of Time, the rich osouro chiaro. But i f you have no relish for Virtu, i At home he fits you with a nice ragout I Regales your turtle-eating bits, observe ye, With matrimonial treats of Cornu-cervi-; In short; the taste of Rake and Virtuoso. Of roaring ..Buck, and sober Pens eroso, By him are studied;, and we hope you'll find The present entertainment to your mind. For, give me leave to whisper in your ear, It has been tasted by some Judges here. Vinos e Approbation la a test so good, To doubt of yours wou'd be absurd and rude. "The Tragedy of Cnrononhotonothologus, being the most Tragical Tragedy that ever was Tragedized by any Company of Tragedians," was a burlesque of contemporary drama by Henry Carey (1734)., The play was produced four times at the John Street Theatre in New York on 20 March 1777; 9 January 1779;"3 March 1^80; and 11 February 1782. His? January 1779 date which is Important here,...however, for on"that day i t was presented with Samuel Foote's two-^et comedy ©ailed "Tastel) The programme stated "There will be an Occasional Prologue... to- , each Piece." See George O.D. Odell. Annals of the New York Stage,I (New York, Columbia University Press, 1927), p. 198. 64 Source: 29235; undated] COLONEL BUCKERIDGE'S PROLOGUE Prologues are oft but"prefaces to plays, And lame apologies for lamer lays, Howe» er that be to-night we bring to view No hew production, tho' our Stage 1B new; But, to beguile one*winter's Evening, choose The Tragi-oomic, Mock-heroic Muse, -And neither Booty claim, nor Boon Immense, We crave your patience and we- crave your pence. Not dreading here the Pitt's pedantic Host, The Morning Chronicle nor Morning Post f e l l Courts! where actors are arraled'd and tried By cautious coldness and by Stoic pride. To Critics o'er the Bottle we agree, And to kind comments — o'er a dish of tea. Each, when parade is over, here may vary His whim, his wig, his visage and vagary; May play the Lunatic and Lover's part — Lot Hamlet =- yes, I have i t e l l by heart — "Angels and Ministers P — ay — there's a start I Each here may Prince, or Each may Porteous be. Now rave like Lear — or now strut like me — May Falstaff emulate, with Pillows cram'd; Or — daring to be Richard — dare be damn'd; May, bartering for "a Horse! a Horse!" the Nation Break Cups and Saucers in Gesticulation, Then "binding up the wounds", replace them In their Station. Heaven! what a change in six revolving yearst But late the Woods hung waving round our Ears; And time may come when this expansive Field To future Bands may future Laurels yield, An Ovid and a Horace here be found. And classic authors stamp this classic Ground; May charm with Homer's Spirit, Pindar's fi r e , A Maro's majesty, Anacreon's Lyre; Some Pcmpey perish at his Country's call, A Chatham thunder, or a Wolf may f a l l ! Some Cliveden here may boast its "proud Alcove," The Bower of future Shrewsburya and Love; Or Second Shakespear, - Second Nature's Child, Warble, the Shades among, "His loodnotes wild;" Here other Druries other Garricks see, Time, Patriots, Prophets, cry — a l l these may be. 65 Ay you may smile — but thus say Mrs* Fame, And old Ma'am History (Prim but precious Dame) Prosperity from colonizing came With Camere« which rich Industry awakes, "And blesses him who gives and him who takes Say too, each art, each Science loves to roam And gal ~ like other Ladies, far from home, Greece sent her Sons to the Egean Isles, Presenting Savage Scenes and desert wilds, Ere Rome erected her imperial head, The World's Great Mistress— as you a l l have read. She too pour'& forth her all-subduing Bands, To share, in other Climates, other lands — See Britain's Sons approach the Western world, Their Streaming Banners to the winds unfurl'd; See then in Air her honor'd Standard rear, Or — how the Devil shou'd we a l l come here? List I List I 1 — My hour is come — I must" from hence, Wear Satire's Solemn Mask, ho poor pretence To laugh Bombastic Poets into Sense, Our merits humble, but not so the praise, If you approve, and, thus those merits raise. "^Bell rings, -- Odell. There seems to have been some doubt as to the authenticity of this work. The question "Is this by Jonathan Odell?** in the hand-writing of E.C. Odell is to be found on the manuscript. There would seem, however, to be no reason to doubt the authorship. i 66 ^Source: Book 2, pp. 43-43; undated} THE WORLD'S A STAGE AHD ALL THE MM AND WOMEN MERELY PLAYERS Yes - from the days of Mother Eve t i l l now, We have been playing, and - the Lord knows howl The Stage of Life presents, at every view, A thousand shifting Scenes; and yet how few, Among the busy Millions do we find Content to play the part by Heaven assign 1 dl Whoever turns to view the motely scenge Must wonder what this crouded play,.can mean. u . Bless me I what riunilngV pantihgt *'p'reii8inSi'mpavjjagt" What scrambling, grasping, hoards s t i l l craving. How much cajoling, coaxing, cheating, huffing I And then what lying, tatlihg, canelng cuffing! Here a l l is dangling, whining, tearing, kissing; And There 'tis peeping, prating, sneering, hissing; And a l l for what? can any Mortal tell? Because, alass, Men know not when they're well. In love, in politicsj in peace or war, One day they* covet .and the next abhor. In this alone they seem to act by rule; In every shifting Soene - to play the fool. In every Scene, unsatisfied, unblest, They languish s t i l l for "something unpossess'd; "And to the Coffin from the cradle .'Tis a l l a wish, and a l l a Ladle I" Than let .the mimic Scene, to candid eyes, Exhibit Vice and Folly as they rise. The Muse holds up her Glass, and i f it shows Our image there reflected - I suppose The wiser way would be, instead of railing. To take the hint, and rectify the failing. 67 (Source: Book 2 , pp. 3 3 - 5 4 ; Date: 3 0 December 178JJ PROLOGUE Spoken at the Opening of a Theatre in New York 305a Decern., 1781 The Satyrlst exclaims that Man is prone To oenter a l l his cares in Self alone. Whence, then* the sympathetic tears that flow, From even a savage eye, at Scenes of woe? And where has Mirth the sweet contagion found To catch the smiling" joy and spread it round, •Tis E&ture speaks, and we obey her voice; Weep with the Mourner, with the gay rejoice: And, with these wakeful Sympathies, imprest % r Nature*s hand in every generous breast, Another Sentiment with man is bora; We covet praise, and dread the eye of Scorn. And hence it i s , that noble deeds inspire Our hearts to emulate what we admire; While Ridicule her magle charm applies To guard us from the follies we despise. These latent Sparks to kindle, and impart The spreading flame to every feeling heart; To catch what else were lost in scatter'd rays, And in a Mirror to collect the blaze; For this the Stage arose. For this the Muse "The manners living as they rise** reviews, Selects, combines, and holds them up to Sight, At once to give you profit and delight. In such a cause, your candour we may claim; To merit approbation is our Aim. 68 Source: 29208; Date: 1782} SONG- TO ST, GEORGE— N.7. 1781 A l l balll Britannia nail! TnyGnampion claims the Song; Let mountain H i l l and Dale The swelling Notes prolong. On high his flaming Standard Waves, The Boast of Freedom, Dread of Slaves, Chorus HuzzaI HuzzaI To England and Stf George again We join the loud triumphant Strain, Huzza! Huzzal In Clio's page eternally recorded stands the name, And f i l l s the sounding Trump of Fame. Huzzal Huzzal Thous s t l l i hast been survey'd With Envy or Dismay, Not shall they Glory fade T i l l Sun and Stars decayl BritanniaI ever great and free, .What Nation e'er cou'd rival thee! Chorus Huzzal Huzzal 'Tis thine to hear loud Ocean roar In 'homage round thy echoing Shore, Huzzal Huzzal To spread in a l l the pomp of War thy Banners far and wide, Majestic o'er the swelling Tide, Huzzal Huzzal Thy Foes, from Age to Age, Comb in'd to pull thee down, Have wrought, with frantic rage, "Their woe and thy renown." Though great in arms by Land or Sea, They strove In vain to cope with thee. Chorus Huzzal Huzzal Amid • Bellona'a wild alarms, Thy Sons defy the World in Arms— Huzzal Huzza! In vain surrounding nations join their force to pull thee down, Britannia Smiles, though Fate my frownl Huzzal Huzzal 69 . Then rouse, my bold Britons* with manly Disdain, To st. George gaily toss off a Flagon; Rebellion shall f a l l like the Dragon, And Britain bis courted and envied again. For s t i l l beheat h t he Sanguine Cross We'll "rout on Shore both Foot & Horse, And make the World confess we reign Unrivall'd Masters on the Main, Chorus.. Huzza JHuzzal To England-end s| George again We swell the loud triumphant Strain, Huzza I Huzza. ~ In Clio's page eternally recorded stands the name, And f i l l s the so'jnding Trump of Famet HuzzaI Huzza"! For oh this hallow'd Day the Nine From year to year shall claim Some Chief to share his Envied Fame, This hallow*&, Day, from year to year, The Nine shall s t i l l proclaim Some gallant dons who share his Fame. 70 CSource: 29203; Date: 1 January 1782] A WEDDING SONG - THREE YEARS AFTER MARRIAGE! Long may Philander bless the day That crown*d his yielding Fair! The Nymphs and Swains responsive pray/ Long live the happy Pair! Their Board may peace and Plenty crown, Let Rapture bless their Bed, And rosy Health and fair Renown Perfume the path they tread! Fresh Health and fair Renown Perfume the path they tread* And may their soft endearments prove The Source of future joys,—,.. To reap the harvest of their Love In smiling Girls ahd Boys! — And when, o 'er a l l the joys of Life. Bleak winter sheds a gloom, Then, hand in hand, let man and wife Take Refuge in the Tomb; In Death let man and wife United seek the Tomb! T i l l Heaven's all-renovating Breath Shall kindle brighter Skies; Then shell they burst the bonds of Death, Then, hand in hand, arise. Arise In ever-blooming youth, To soar on wing sublime To blissful Seats, where Love and Truth Survive the Wreck of Timel^ -To soar where Love and Truth, Survive the wreck of Time! Janua 1?* 1782 To M?s, Armstrong 71 [Source: 29248; Date: 8 Tune 1783] COP? OF A CARD, DATED 8TH OF TUNS 1783 Give me leave, my Dear Sir, though not greedy of pelf * To soilicit your alms; -- i t is not for myself. — Poor K— is the man, who, at no l i t t l e risk, Did his best as a Messenger willing and brisk. At the times preconceived he went and he came, Was constant and trusty, nor was he to blame If it hap pen*d, sometimes, that he came as he went, With nothing worth bringing when nothing was sent. Dear Major, believe me, this poor Fellow's case Has a claim to your pity; and were you to place Twenty Guineas, or so* to his present relief, ' I presume i t wou'd please our illustrious Chief. And how, for myself, let me beg you'll excuse This officious intrusion of Blunderhead's Muse, Who from Both took her flight and deserted the Well to dictate this Card for your Servant Odell* I was told the next day* with a nod and a Smile, That my Card was receiv 'd, and I thought, for a while* That my Friend wou'd embrace the first moment to join The weight of his own intercession with mine. Ten days had I waited, a credulous Elf I T i l l I spoke to the Noble Commander himself, When a hint was enough to obtain the request Which the major, I found, had politely suppress'd; Who thus, by concealing my Scribble, supplied, Unawares, an Occasion that flatter'd my pride. ^Major-General Sir Guy Carleton, commander-in-chief of The British forces in New York from May 1782 to November 1783. Odell was a secretary to Carleton at this time. NEW BRUNSWICK PERIOD 1784-1818 78 [Source: Book 4; undated] THE IHQTJISITIONA An Herloc Poem in Four Cantos* Preface Let not the malicious, or the envious, flatter themselves that there is any thing of a personal nature in the following poem* In-dividual depravity is a subject too insignificant, and too disgust-ing , to dwell long upon a rational mind, much less to find employment for the Immortal muse* As long as vice and folly modestly withdraw themselves from public observation, malevolence only could wish to hunt them out of their secret recesses; but when* they voluntarily come forward, bold and prominent, when they challenge motive and endanger the general morals of society, they become a public concern* Kb person therefore at a l l acquainted with this country can for a moment entertain a supposition that any, the most distant allusion, can have been intended to any characters, or events, in this happy, decorous, and harmonious Province of Nova Scotia* He wi l l be sensible, that the plot is entirely fictitious and the Dramatis Personnae, "This poem is to be found in a notebook in the Odell Estate, and although i t is unsigned, several reasons can be given for the probab-i l i t y of its having been written by Odell* The particular Incident which seems to have occasioned the poem was the liaison between Prince William and Mrs* Frances Wentworth, but the work suggests also the temper of Halifax society in the years 1786-01. Odell* being prominent in Maritime political l i f e would almost certainly have known of the affair which so scandalized many Haligonlans at the time* This reason, the satirical tone of the poem with its obvious influence of Pope, and the fact that the handwriting in spite of the faded condition of the manuscript looks like Odell*s, would lead one to accept the poem as his own composition* 73 imaginary beings. Yet i t is not on that account absolutely des-titute of utility. Such, productions of mere fancy, are like good medicines, in an Apothecary's shop; not always equally applicable, to every patient, but always ready to be applied when necessity requires them. So to put an hypothetical ease, by way of i l l u s -tration <— Suppose there was any place so profligate and abandoned, that women who had been guilty of numerous indiscretions and most blameable levities; whose conduct had manifested a dangerous disregard to appearance and reputation, and whose best friends, and warmest advocates, had declared it necessary, that such their conduct should meet with the most avowed disapprobation & discouragement lest i t should become general among the females of the society, which, in their opinion, would be destructive of those delicate principles, which cannot be too strongly Impressed on female minds. Suppose now such women, on the contrary, from an avowed principle of opposition^ should receive the most marked approbation, and encouragement, and should be treated, with the highest honours, i n the most public, and ostentatious manner; suppose too, women of respectability, virtue & every elegant accomplishment, should be as openly censured, and maligned, only for refusing to pay such honours. Suppose likewise in addition, that those upon whom their elevated situations, had laid greater obligations of promoting the general welfare by good example, should betray the trust which Providence had reposed in them. In such a case when a l l reflecting minds would be justly alarmed, for the moral state of society, and would feel the most anxious apprehensions for the reputation, and virtuous 74 principles, of their wives and Daughters, it would immediately occur that the applications of the Satyric muse, in support of Public decency, would be attended with peculiar propriety. Her medicines would be severity, and ridicule, and though the effects might not be adequate to her wishes, her motives would be of the best. If virtue, and propriety of conduct, are the greatest happiness, and vice, end indecorum the greatest misery of mankind, to inforce the one and discourage the other, must be the dictate to true benevolence, and Christian charity, rightly understood; very different from that self-interested hypocrisy which disgraces the comprehensive virtue of charity by assuming her name, which spares offenders to the injury of the innocent; affects to hope for the amendment of the yttious, by encouraging them In their wickedness, and foolishly pretends to promote their repentance, by flattering their pride, and vanity. When the disease is fatal, and contagious, the use of the knife, the blister, or the caustic, may be a greater tenderness to the patients, and their neighbours, than admin-istering opiates, and cardial. THE INQUISITION Canto 1?* Oh, thou, whose ardent, and resistless sway, God, men, and beast, and frigid plants obey; At whose command, more changeful tricks are played Than Brealaw's art to London's crowds displayed. Who couplest stable boys, with courtly dames. Whilst Nobles burn, in Oyster^ wenches flames; "And through some certain strainers well-refined, Art gentle love, and charmest woman kind;" Thee I invoke, whether thy glories beam On Orient Ganges, by whose fruitful stream The deep learned Bramin leads the sacred bands, To where thy form the mystic idol stands, And black eyed Damsels with lacivious mien. In dances celebrate thy rites obscene; 75 Or i f thy presence bless the fragrant bowers, Where some chaste Abbess, guards her choicest flowers, Where friendly Windsors midnight portals gape. To Briton's youth 1 emboldened by the grape, And venal Nymphs expose their painted charms. To lure the novice to their hackneyed arms: Where e'er thou art, my kindling soul inspire; I sing thy triumphs, Virtues friends In chains, And discord, raging in Arcadia's plains, In Transatlantic climes a country l i e s , Where nature's boons In vast profusion rise. No dire contagions thin a pal id race. But health, and beauty, glow in every faoe, Appropriate gifts, her favoured children share, Her Sots heroes, a l l her Daughters fair No party feuds, or jealoucies, were known, And love, and friendship, called the land their own* But human happiness disdains repose; And like some rivers rapid torrent flows, Now here, now there the foaming wave is tossed, o'er rocks, and cataracts, t i l l i n ocean lost; He who in Eden's deep imbowering shade. Our parents first connubial bliss surveyed, And wept with envy, saw Arcadia's joy, And swore such hateful blessings to destroy. Vexed at the sight, his furious passions rise, And a l l the Deamon lightness in his eyes. Forth from his bands a subtile fiend he calls; On Ardoise h i l l , in deep consult they join, And pro, and con, discuss the deep design, The black scorched pines, and rocks of mournful hue, The cursed spot disclose to human view. No vegetation glade the mildewed place. Save plants the foes of every living race. Hemlock, and Aconite, and poisonous Yew, And deadly night shade lurid to the view. Laurel, which oft the sportive lamb beguiled, And Savins, murderer of the unborn child. The consultation o'er th' infernal chief, Sinks to the City of Eternal grief* Whilst Belial executes his Lords command, To raise divisions, through the fated land. As drlzly vapours, up Chebucto bay, From banks of Cod-fish, wind their creeping way; ^ i n e e Billy (William) * son of George 111, commander of the frigate Pegasus ^ together with his naval companions, spent consider-able time In Halifax from 1786-89, where they became notorious for their rowdy behaviour. 76 Each narrow chink, the p i e r c i n g fog pervades, And f l a n n e l s c a r c e l y guards the s h i v e r i n g maids; So through the a i r the Daemon p l i e d h i s wings, And reached the c i t y , when the n i g h t . b i r d s i n g s . Unseen, unheard, he took h i s s i l e n t round, Whilst a l l the world i n leaden, sleep was drowned. Nor doors, nor w a l l s , his secret course impede, Thro' a l l he t r a v e l s , with an Angels speed; And i n each slumbering ear, as i n the past, He gently breathed a p e s t i l e n t i a l b l a s t . Mortals awoke wit h morn's ambrosial l i g h t . And rose, unconscious of the deeds of night. Whilst usual cares, t h e i r anxious thoughts employ, On business t h i s intent, and that on joy. Th» impoisoned breath fermented i n t h e i r v e i n s , And strange chimaeras f i l l e d t h e i r f e v e r i s h b r a i n s . As some f i e r c e f i r e , when draughty August reigns, Pours desolation o'er Columbia's p l a i n , Dropped from a Dutchman's p i p e , 2 an atom c o a l , Small cause of mighty woes, inflames the whole, The hardy s e t t l e r views, with hopeless t e a r s , At once destroyed, the t o i l o f a l l his years, His Block-house, proved i n many a stormy day, His r i p e n i n g harvest, and h i s w e l l saved hay: Prom h i l l to h i l l , the c o n f l a g r a t i o n r o a r s , And high i n a i r , the cloudy vapour soars, Spruce burns on Spruce & Pines, on Hemlock f a l l , T i l l ashes, stink,, and smoke envelope a l l . So gently f i r s t a dusky rumour r o s e . Just heard in whispers, underneath the nose. From mouth t o mouth the wondrous s t o r i e s ran^ And l a d i e s t a l k e d a t church behind the fan, Though scarce one female t o l d above a dozen, The secret she had heard from Aunt, or Cousin, Yet but a few, short f l e e t i n g hours had flown, Before the news was spread, through a l l the town, And B e l l a ' s 3 name,., was bandied high and loud, This way and that way by the vulgar croud. With " f o u l a d u l t r e s s " , every corner, rung, 2, This i s a wild flower n a t i v e to the H a l i f a x area* r e f e r r e d to here i n a humourous way. rx This would be Frances Wentworth (Mrs. John Wentworth) , whose husband was Surveyor-General of the King's Woods. Mrs. Wentworth was a worldly, ambitious woman, who, although twice the age of Prince B i l l y , became h i s mistress i n order t o gain s o c i a l and p o l i t i c a l pro-minence f o r h e r s e l f and her husband. On the death of Governor Parr i n 1791, John Wentworth became governor of Nova S c o t i a through the influence of the p r i n c e , now Duke of Clarence. The l a d i e s of H a l i f a x who had ostracized Mrs. Wentworth because of her l i a i s o n w i t h the p r i n c e subsequently found themselves ignored at Government House, and t h e i r husbands refused patronage i n business matters. 77 "Coateated Cuckold"4 t r i l l e d on every tongue. E'en dirty boys salacious wit displayed. And Strumpets swore that Bella spoiled their trade. Ro salutation greets the low-fallen dame, Abhorred her knowledge, and disgraced her name. Al l virtuous matrons, with averted eye, Indignant scowl, and from contagion f l y . The world deserts her, e'en Francises frowns* And good old Brin da, such a wretch disowns, What wonder then the selfish, venal, race. Should fly their benefactress, in disgrace? When ruin threatens, cautious rats retire, And crafty courtiers hail the rising fire* Bell's enchanting parties now were o'er, Her splendid banquets, & her balls, no more. No more, her house receives the blind, and lame, No more her presents bribe the voice of Fame. Her harshest foes her friendship, once could boast; They best must know her, who had seen her most. From morn to night Bettina's larum rung. No words too gross, for Flora's mincing tongue. To every house with eager step they came; At every house they murdered Bella's fame. Now Bella's soul with anxious fury glows, To wreck her vengeance, on her hated foes. Confounded, not abashed, her callous heart, Felt a l l the conscious powers of woman's art. "Have I, said she, so long possessed the helm, And ruled the fashion, through Arcadia's realm; Have I been worshipped, by a crowd of beaux, And led my sapient husband by the nose; Did I direct, through Carlo Vento's pate, The golden chain that draws affairs of State; And shall I tamely sink, nor try to rise, And yeild to paltry wretches I despise? NOI gainst my power, though a l l the world combine, By Heaven, or Hell, the victory shall be mine, The storm I ' l l weather, though i t fiercely roar* And strength, or s k i l l , shall bring me safe to shore." She spake, and Jane, her faithful, grand Vizier, Approved her spirit, as she curled her hair. Belial perceived his well laid ferment rise, And sparks of rapture darted from his eyes. John Wentworth was aware of the relationship between his wife and the Prince. 78 Canto 2{T •Twixt two wide roads, good Edwards princely care, A grand Rotunda6 l i f t s its head in air . High o'er the dome, a golden peacock gleams, Within an amphitheatre i t seems, Here now assembled, by its own decree; A solemn court of high authority, Female can earns, scandal, and reputation, The weighty subjects of their consultation, If any damsel, by misfortune crost, Her precious virtue in the fields had lost, Let bar petition, this mysterious board, Her stolen commodity was soon restored. If Iff 8 A. was caught with M? B. And jealous husband saw, or seemed to see, 'Teres their's by process of an opiate kind, To Pour oblivion o'er the doubting mind* Or i f some spouse, of deary's beauty proud, Same harmless freedoms to a friend allowed, Their writs prohibit meddling folks to pry, And shield the generous man from infamy. Blest institution I formed to ease the smart, And drive reflection from the guilty heart; On vice's daughters, Virtue meed bestow, And save a sinner from repentant woe; The junto met, the members took their places, A l l men of wisdom, with sagacious faces, The gallant Moro, with a martial air, Assured, and f i l l e d , the presidental chair; Attempted oft to utter manly sense; But oath's, and passion checked his eloquence, Then down he sat, impatient of controul, Whilst fumes of choler, ehoaked his ardent soul* Beceo sat next, who claims an actor's due, And treats the merchant, harder than the Jew* Profound Amygadalus was likewise there. Of scientific s k i l l to probe a dark affair, The nurses darling, and the ladies care, In 1794, Prince Edward, Prince William's brother, arrived in Halifax from Quebec where he had been in command of the garrison for three years, because he feared that the French would at some time attempt a reconquest of Canada. Prince Edward was conscientous in military and c i v i l matters, and i t was under his command that Halifax became a strong fortress. 6While In Quebec, the prince had fallen in love with a French-Canadian g i r l who became his mistress. He brought her to Halifax where they lived in a house of the Wentworth* s six miles from the city on the shore of Bedford Basin. The rotunda referred to was a band-stand which the prince had built on the Wentworth estate. 79 Tiro Barristers, in desperate cases wise, Bring a l l their learning, and unfee'd advise. What though in crowds consulting clients come, Some lawyers cannot give the law at home. Of these was Tillious, of restless mind, Who shakes his head, to no one place confined; With wit, some learning, some small love of gain. Parboiled, and jumbled, in a shattered brain; In a l l things like a pendulum he swings j Midst law, religion, colleges, and kings. T i l l interest fixes firm his wavering soul; Interest the guide star of the northern pole. So burns a Weather cock to every blast, T i l l , stiff with rust, it points one way at last. The secretary to the high divan A Merchant, God's best work, an honest man I The court convened, no Cryer, silence bawlsj A l l ears profane, were vanished from those walls. Mot twelve sage Matrons, sunmoned to decide On pregnant Widow, or suspected Bridej Or view, with spectacled, experienced, eye, Some curious case of Imbecility; Not cardinals, who grope with holy care, Lest new Pope Jones/ should whelp in Peter's ohair; Not midnight owls, in wisdom's garb arrayed, Such solemn, self-important, looks displayed, Sole judge of facts, imboxed, no jury sits, No talking Council puzzles honest wits; No harsh accuser against the culprit pleads. And screws reluctant truth from perjured maids• Bello appears, the injured Lady's spouse, Grief and despair sat lowering on the brows, His wife's defender, tears suffused his eyes, His blubbering mouth, the power of speech denies, T i l l salts, and bartshorne, sovereign cure for f i t s , At length restored his half-suspended wits, In moving strain's he states "his heartfelt woes, Complains of cruel, and malignant foes, How scandal vexed his dear beloved wife, Whom he bad ne'er suspected in his l i f e . He swore he loved her, 'twas in vain folks talked, Nay blessed the very grounds, on which she walked: So sweet she ogled, and she kissed so'sweet, And played so pretty in a tete-a-tete. 'This could possibly be a reference to Pope Joan, a mythical female pope who supposedly rose to the papacy in the ninth century. Legend has it that she died in childbirth during a procession. 80 He knew her virtue, though the world in scorn, Told at eight months how swapping babes were bora, How this a Soldier, that a Tar betrays, And Carlo's smartness shines in t'others face, If a l l were true, 'twas his conoern alone, He took her flesh, for flesh, and bone for bone* And loved her children, as he loved his own, Though many venial frailties might be found, Well might her merits, for her faults compound, Flora could slip a l i t t l e , and recover, And other virtuous wives, had had a lover. Twas he who suffered, for his wife's disgrace, Cut by his friends who snickered in his face. In vain from naught he rose by Branu's bounty, Justice of peace, and member, for the county, By a l l descriptions, high* and low, abhorred, Not e'en good dinners f i l l e d his oostly board,*' He ceased, two rays etherlal from his forehead beamed, Two arrant horns to mortal sight they seemed. Hushed be each breeze, and mute the strifeful tongue Be every ear in expectation hung, Let soft slow music only fan the air, Behold with solemn step the injured fair I Nb mean submission in her face appears, No forced repentance f i l l s her eyes with tears. Cloathed with consummate impudence she stands, And asks for justice only at their hands, Demands her t r i a l , every proof defies, And boldly tells the meddling world i t li e s , So when some black eyed heroine of the Strand, Holds up at Justice Hall, her unwashed hand* Inspired by Ale, Tobacco, Gin, and fury, She damns Judge, witness,counsellor, and Jury, The s k i l l f u l Clerk her fa i r defence records. Then, as by law prescribed, the Court awards Three, solemn ordeals, or her guilt to shew* Or prove her conduct white as driven snow. Canto 3? 1 The rosy hours unbar the heavenly gate Of day, now pregnant with a lady's fate. The judges sat, the anxious crowd around, In awful silence cheek each rising sound. Near where St. Lawrence delved, his wondrous cells, In Sherwoods wilds, an ancient Druid dwells* Simple his manners, simpler s t i l l his wit, Yet skilled in a l l that learned Merlin writ, Bach constellation by its name he knew, And culled each plant that sips the silver dew, 81 His wondrous charms, the labouring moon controul, And drag its secret from the closest soul. Him now they summoned, joyful he attendsj The friends of Heaven, are innocence's friends. With looks mysterious, robed in purest white, The sacred man began the magic ri t e . With sable wand a circle on the ground, He traced, with unknown figures marked around. Thrice to the east his head submissive vails. Thrice to the region of Hespemian gales, Then the black tome, with quivering voice, he read Which to the earth condemns the silent dead, Corrupted mortals calls to l i f e again, And firmly binds the adamantine chain, A charmed substance from his vest he drew, And held i t high exposed to public view, Of herbs, and flowers, by magic s k i l l compressed, Strange words he muttered, and the crowd addressed, "Hear a l l ye people, see this sacred cake, And hence let sinners awful warning take. If any foul adult res s, dare presume, This charm to swallow, mark the oertain doom, Senseless, distracted, and convulsed with pain, Instant she swells, turns black, & bursts in twain;*' Bella unawed her l i l l y hand extends, And gently takes i t with her fingers ends, "Be that, or worse, my wretched fate she cries, If this true heart, its real guilt denies. If e»en in thought, I broke my solemn vows, Or fixed one antler, on my good man's brows, If wilful falshood e'er these lips has past, May this be poison, and this hour my last!" Whilst dreadful fears, the gaping crown* appall, With steady face, she fairly eats i t a l l . They gaze, but soon their panic fears are o'er, She aniles, and looks more charming than before, No l i v i d spots the brilliant rouge deform, No swellings rise but nature's amorous form, No strange eclipse, obscures the star of day, No earthquakes gape, no palid lightehings play, The audience clap, Francisco smiles applause, And hails the triumph of the good old cause. Deluded mortals 1 l i t t l e do you know, The secret causes of events below! A hair, a spark, a breath, a grain of sand, Can save or ruin an imperial land, Well might they spare their wonder, had they known, A secret trusted to the muse alone. Her piercing, telescopic, eye observed When from the rigid path, the druid swerved; 82 How soothed by kindness, and a jovial dinner, He thought it cruel to destroy a sinner, And thought, no doubt, the Lady's soul was pure, •Twas best from accidents to be secure, So, as the famed John Hunter once was said, Imagined ail's to cure with p i l l s of bread, The good old man contrived the court to hum, And formed his harmless spell of new-baked crumb. And now stand forth, and answer name, by name, Twelve compurgat'rs of the Lady's fame, Six pyebald footmen, a l l in liveries new, With six meek slipshops formed the motly crew, Maidens well skilled the secret tale to bear, And wis per scandal, in their lady's ear, Ope the wet wafer, through a crevice pry, Or to a key hole, f i x the curious eye. Ranged by the President around they stand, Each with a sacred volume in his hand, Each to high Heaven, his raised right hand erects. These words repeating, as the clerk directs, "Hear, 0 ye judges, a l l ye people hear! By a l l the dreadful powers of styx we swear* That ne'er or sitting, standing, lying, Prone, or supine, in walking, swimming, flying; On bed, chair, Sopha8 either up or down; In doors, or out, in country, or in town, In mossy hermitage, or forest green; We ne'er saw Bella do the deed obscene. So may Heaven shield poor servants from disasters, And grant kind midstress's, and pur-blind masters," They kiss the book, the Court, declares, nam: con: Gcmpleat the lady's exculpation. Another awful t r i a l s t i l l remains, To cleanse poor Bella from imputed stains; With banded eyes, and step-performing legs. To dance nine times, o'er nine endangered eggs, Condemned as guilty should, but one be found, To shed its golden honours, on the ground. Bella advances, whilst her loving spouse* Binds tight the napkin round his deary's brows. The eggs are placed irregularly true, 8This may be an allusion to a damask sofa which the Duke of Clarence gave to Mrs. Wentworth when she visited him In London in 1791 for the purpose of securing the governorship of Nova Sootia for her husband. 83 Whilst a l l the''audience shudder at the view; B e l l a among them/niiimbly plays her p a r t , Skipping, and f o o t i n g , l i k e ' t h e bounding hart Her many'twinkling'feet they scarce descry, This way, "and that, the eggs "unbroken f l y , And whilst'she passes f u l l nine times, or more, No yellow currents s t a i n the plantered f l o o r . Not Don Chloroso could perform so w e l l , Yet the p l a i n t r u t h the honest muse must t e l l , For Jane and P o l l y Hayes considered long, Eggs were but b r i t t l e , M i s t r e s s , might step wrong. Janes wisdom f i r s t suggest the lucky thought, So nine sham eggs,,,.in place of t r u e , were brought, With s k i l f u l hand by P o l l y ' s husband wrought, So n i c e l y formed i n statuary stone, No mortal hen could t a l l them, from her own. Canto 4^h 0 f o r the muse, who whilom d i d i n s p i r e , Anacreon's elegant t r a n s l a t o r ' s l y r e , Sublime, on D e l i a Crusca's wings to soar, Inflamed by Kotzebue's illumined l o r e ; And taught great truths, known only to the wise, That pleasure's v i r t u e , p a i n alone i s v i c e That a l l our duties from.our passions flow, Enjoyment, best obedience here below; In treacherous colours t r i c k e d the f r a i l one's.part, Portrayed the sweetness of her f e e l i n g heart, But v e i l e d i n clouds an h e l p l e s s of f s p r i n g ' s s t a i n , An i n j u r e d husband's agonizing pain; Then should my verse i n s o f t meanders wind, Far above vulgar common sense r e f i n e d , Blaspheme my God, to keep the t a b l e r o a r i n g , F i n d T r i n i t i e s i n drinking, s i n g i n g , whoring, And, l i k e the splendor's of a f e v e r i s h dream, Pour f a l s e i l l u s i o n s , worthy of my theme. But B e l i a l now Arcadia's f a t e revolved And B e l l a ' s triumph to complete resolved. Perched l i k e a raven on the golden b a l l , When chimes to dinner hungry s o l d i e r s c a l l , The l o y a l C i t y he examines round, T i l l some f i t took, i f kindred mind he found. Nor searches long, but soon d i r e c t s h i s eyes, Where from the sea Britannia's g l o r i e s r i s e . Where B r i t o camp, magnificent, and proud Smiles with complacence on the d u n g h i l l crowd. To that high emminence by merit r a i s e d , The great he f l a t t e r e d , and t h e i r h a r l o t s praised, Unreal v i s i o n , formed f o r empty show, A l l pomp above, and meanness a l l belowt 84 See his rich board with cheapened dainties spread Whilst hungry servants, call in vain for bread, The starving fooimen ranging round the seats, Grudge every mouthful that the stranger eats. Where no warm charities expand the breast, What spreads the splendid board, the daily feast? Who fears reflection, downs in noisy revels, The stings of conscience, and the azure devils. Oft when the good to slumber are consigned, A wretched wife sets heavy on his mind. He sees the perjured negro, at the scourge; Aghast C?l, and prompt the faithless tale to forge, Whilst the poor wife; to evil tongues a prey, By a l l deserted, shuns the face of day, Her sex disowns her, e'en her children learn Her fostering bosoms kind embrace to spurn. Was i t for this, that Heaven's transcendant care Closed ocean's mouth, & bade the tempest spare? When from the shipwrecked vessels side he flew, A bright example to the sinking crew, And taught old tars, who every danger brave; That precious thing, a Captain's l i f e to save. Him Belial instigates, with practiced sway, To honour Bella by a festive day. Cards f l y by packs, to folks of each degree, Bequest the favour, and R.S.V.P. What sleepless nights poor milliners sustained, Of best Carmine, what Druggists shops were drained What, Turkies, chickens, Pigs, and Pidgeons, f e l l , To grace the banquet* not the Muse could t e l l . The evening came, the sun withdrew his light* And left the world to folly, vice* and night* The dames arrive, i n muslins, gauzes, sattins, In Chariots, Coaches, one horse Chairs and pattens, Argand's trimmed lamps, their fluttering light display, Nor lawn, nor Ladles, weep the absent day* The gaudy banners flutter to the air, The silver side board, groans with sumptuous fare. The fiddles crash* the merry tambours beat, In notes responsive to the dancers feet, Through female veins the piercing Octave t h r i l l s , And Dartmouth echoes from the pine-clad h i l l s , Beneath a canopy's resplendent head. High on a tinselled Sopha, Bella spread, With trinkets dizened out from head to toe, The well earned spoils of many a vanquished foe. Three blooming brides in honey moon elate. Like Venus Graces, round the Goddess wait* Triumphant joy her smiling face expands, Whilst a l l around her, form her faithful bands. 85 On every B i d e congratulations flow, Crowds press in crowds their ardent love to show, A l l the great l i t t l e , and the l i t t l e great. Great men of law, great ministers of state, Great Treasurers ice-struck at Melvilles falling. Great fools, great knaves, great folks of every calling. Great harlots into honest women made, And some who s t i l l profess the thriving trade. Great accoucheurs, great saint| and great sinners, And e l l who love great, dances & great dinners, Great Ladies who the charms of home despise, And pleasures call above decorum prize, Red coats, and blue coats altogether squeeze, Buzzing & honeyed like a swarm of bees, Formost in zeal, as deepest in offence, Behold the slanderers of (injured) innocence, Bella's, apostate, scandalizing, friends, With fortune changed, and prompt to make amends, With prudent foresight, prostrate at her feet, Prepared, that bitterest food; their own foul words to eat A l l bring their offerings, nor thinks this too dear, A Wife's, or that a sisters character. Virgins unnumbered, blooming, and divine, Their mothers immolate at Bella's shrine, Their generous host; attached to a l l the sex; To nice distinctions puzzle, and perplex, True to the cause he every W— defends. And with his daughter props his falling friends. How persecuted, and insulted now, the few, Among the faithless, s t i l l to virtue true; Who, undismayed, and from contagion free, Refused to Baal to bow the suppliant knee, And midst low, i l l bred, scorn, unmoved remained, And a l l their sex's noblest pride sustained. Hot birth, nor rank, with every grace combined, Not a l l the beauties, both of form, and mind, Their fair possessors, saved from vulgar spite. Despised and hooted on that shameless night, And now advanced the sable stoled raoe, Of grave demeanor, and submissive face, Saint Austin, from the-woods, on Heaven intent, By his good son, a Bishop's blessing sent. The kiss of peace, he brings with saint like air, And leaves his Parish to the Sexton's care, Taber, who rules his infantine domain, Nor sternly bears the birchen: rod in vain, Bestows in Bella's hands the master tome, Whilst sniveling schoolboys tingling wait their doom, The deep read Clearks at female learning gazed, And my respected hearers stood amazed, From purest realms of Academic truth; See next the guardian of Arcadia's youth. 86 Borne by ta© stream his firmness should have checked His morals floated, and his duty wrecked, Alas! he kneels, by Bella's smiles subdued, A sad prognostic for the rising brood. Holy Saint Paul, i f , in the realms of day, To souls seraphic sorrow find its way, How wouldst thou grieve, thy Rector's face to view, Amidst this venal, prostitutedrcrew? -Blessed constitution of Arcadia's Church, Where Owls, and Bats, on Heavens high altar perch; Where parishes hold ministers in chains, Bound by the annual pensions petty gains. In vain we seek, the fearless man of God, Who o'er the trembling sinner holds the rod. More than the Deity they fear the frown, Of vestries, rich, Church Wardens, & the town. Is a smart tradesman, upstart, proud, & vain? Or is his pampered wife a b — in grain? Unawed, unchecked, by holy exhortation, They slide down h i l l the broad road of damnation, Tis done! the glorious triumph is complete! The sacred orders crouch at vice's feet, The female virtues, bleeding at the sight, To Heavens high portal wing their hasty flight. 87 CSouroe: Acadiensis. J i , 3 (July 1906), 171; Data: 1788] LINES1 ON THE DEATH OP RET, GEORGE BISSET2 (A man most excellent, also replete With, nature's gifts and grace's richer stores* Thou Bisset wast; these to the world dispensed In different plaees, thou at length Hast reached the realms of rest, to which the Lord Has welcomed thee with his immense applause, "All hail, my servant, in thy various trusts Found vigilant and faithful: see the Ports, See the eternal kingdom of the skies With a l l their boundless glory, boundless joy, Opened for thy reception, and thy bliss.* Meantime the Body In its peaceful ce l l Reposing from its toils* awaits the star, Whose living lustres lead that promised morn, Whose vivifying dews thy mouldered corpse Shall visit, and immortal l i f e inspire." ^According to a notation in Acadiensis the poem was first pub-lished in the Royal Gazette of 11 March 1788 and attributed to "The Honorable and Reverend Jonathan Odell." The sever end George Bisset, M.A., was the first rector of the Parish of Saint John, he preached at Trinity Church from 1786-1788. Prior to his arrival i n Saint John, Mr. Bisset had been assistant to the rector of Christ Church, Newport, Rhode Island, and also school master in that town from 1737 to 1779. Loyalist sentiment caused him to go to New York where he lived until 1786. After a short visit to England, he took up his duties in Saint John. 88 C&ouree: Book S, pp. 17-IS; undated] [AGE AFTER AGE, UNLIKE THE GOLDEN PRIME] Hesiod's description of a fi f t h Race of Men, quoted by M? Jephson, in his Roman Portraits, as peculiarly applicable to the barbarous State of Revolutionary France. Age after Age, unlike the golden Prime, Having gone down the rapid Stream of Time More wicked each and wretched than the last, And a l l by this f i f t h Progeny surpass»d; 0 that my Lot had been ere now to die, Or to be born beneath some future Sky, Unspotted by the pestilential breath Of Frenzy, pregnant with the Seeds of death! For see, the Monsters, whose atrocious crimes Eclipse the daring of a l l former times, Already have begun their f e l l career, Furies in front, perdition in the rear. Henceforth, from day to day, from night to night, Fresh horror, and amazement, and affright Shall blast each bud of joy. The peaceful Dove Shall vanish now, and now paternal love, And f i l i a l piety, and friendship dear, The Stranger's claim to- hospitable cheer, And a l l the "tender amities of l i f e " Give place to Envy, Hate and deadly.Strife, Nor years * nor Sex, nor Merit can avail Against vindictive Rage to turn the Scale; But aged Barents, destitute of food, With bitter taunts and scoffings are pursued By Sons, relentless insolent and vain, And who High Heaven's avenging power disdain. Her bloody banner Anarchy displays; The cultured fields and plunder'd cities blaze. The awful Sanctity of Oaths despised, Truth, Honor* Justice are no longer prized; But rather he, who dares the boldest wrong, Is most applauded by the frantic throng; While He, whom grateful Millions should have bless'd, Sinks in the dust by perfidy oppress'd. And now, conceal'd in robes of snowy white, Sweet Modesty and Justice take their flight, And leave the abandon*d Race below to share The fruits of rage, revenge, and fierce despair. 89 [Source: 29255; Date: 12 January 1792] fySANY THAMES, MY GOOD SIR, FOR YOUR KIND ADMONITION] • i Fredericton. 12, Janu/ 1792 Many thanks, my good Sir, for your kind admonitions When the cause is discover'd - an able Physician Soon cures the Disease; I have therefore no doubt But I soon shall be able to try t'other bout; And I promise no Knave shall my caution seduce The Colonel's proud Ace to mistake for a Deuce. Mean-time, Sir, I am - sick or well* Your obllg'd humble Servant Odell Colonel Robinson1 ^The Honorable Beverly Robinson was colonel of a regiment at Poughkeepsie, New York, during the Revolution. He was named to the Executive Council of New Brunswick, but never took his seat because he was never i n the province. 90 vJSource: Unnumbered MS.; undated^ ON SEEING TEE ADDRESS TO THE SHIP AMERICA IN WHICH GOVERNOR CARLETON AND HIS FAMILY EMBARK FOR ENGLAND* With Hazeh's2 prayer, ao well express'd, And, though to fabled Names address 'd,1 Yet meant to One Great Power Divine ^  Accept, fair Ship, and mingle mine. 0 may that Power, whose awful sway Contending Elements obey, With Western Breezes sweep the Sea, To clear a smiling path for thee2 Yet, while he checks the raging main, Let not a placid sameness reign, But let Parental Joy perceive The changing Scene, from Mom to Eve, New wonders of the Deep display; To f i l l the young enquiring sight With fresh Surprise and fresh Delight. "Look Emma, for your Infant Eye, Had learn'd no objects to descry, Beyond the Space that shelter gave To cradle you across the wave, When, destin'd first abroad to roam, You reach'd yon temporary Home; Look Anne, who in this Western world First saw the light; — See how, unfurl'd, The swelling s a i l its bosom f i l l s With Breezes from the lessening Hills; And while her wings the Vessel speed. See how those lessening Hills recede! The craggy mount, whose frowning Brow Is honor id with the name of Howe, No longer shows the Banner spread Which lately mark'd his lofty head. Governor Carleton and his family returned to England in 1803. 2This is probably a reference to a member of the Hazen family which had settled i n the Saint John area about twenty years before the Loyalists arrived. Fort Howe, Saint John. 91 Now can the straining Eye no more Discern the windings of the Shore; The Landscape seems to sink away, And leave the Sun's declining Bay, Without eclipse, to gild the Wave, Until, his burning Orb to lave, Beyond the bending Western Steep, He slowly glides into the Deep." And here — when Evening, which now lights on high The starry Vault, and Morning, which comes round Shall of this Voiage measure the fi r s t day, — 01 had I Milton's Voice, to summon forth; In apt Succession, daily to appear, And daily to diversify the Scene, Such Natives of the main, as, whether oft Or seldom, have to man's intrepid eye, In various tracts of Ocean's wide Domain, Their various forms and characters displayed; — These a l l , by turns, or in well-mingled throngs, As best the occasion might befit, should come, (If happly at my bidding they would come) Bound thee to play, and do thy Passengers Mute homage and fantastic gratulation." But hold — nor let my lips profane Attempt this lofty hallowed strain; Hallowed in Eden's blissful Seat AM on the Tempter's last defeat. Disclaiming then the Poet's Art, Let me the wishes of my heart Briefly express: — — — — LET GARLETON come, Attended as he goes, from home, With happy Omens, back to share, For us a gracious Monarch's care, Leaving that Monarch's Realm in Peace, With wealth and Glory's rich increase, Triumphant o'er his foes2 — and than, I hope* with tuneful voice, again To lure sweet Echo from her Cave, And welcome Carleton; while a brave And Loyal People loudly Sing "Welcome CARLETONl and GOD Save the KING," 92 [Source: Unnumbered MS.; Date: 24 July 18041 HE COMES I AHD HEAVEN, IN PART, HAS HEARD OUR PRAYER Fredericton, 24th July 1804 It Is reported that the Governor is arrived at Saint John. —Without waiting to question the probability of this report, let me at least imagine the fact to be ascertained. — He corneal and Heaven, in part, has heard our Prayer; Carleton returns, resumes his guardian care, And, as at f i r s t , rejoiced to Impart Fresh Hope^nd Joy to every loyal heart; And though, s t i l l menae'd by a daring Foe, Britons a l l present thoughts of peace forego, Yet envied Glory, and unfailing Wealth, And Ot Our Sovereign's renovated Health, Are now the holy theme of gratulation, Of British Piety and Exultation. Defiance to the Foe, whom Europe dreads, Kindles afresh, and through the Nation spreads. Come, then, sweet Echo, traverse H i l l and Bale, While acclamations load each passing Gale. A loyal People, who exulting claim The f i l i a l honors of a British name, With cheering confidence renew their t o i l , To speed the plough and tame the rugged Soil; To f e l l the lofty Pine and form the Mast, To trim the Sail and brave the Northern Blast, Oarleton returns, rejoicing to Impart Fresh Hope and Joy to every loyal heart. •*Spem reduxit is the Motto inscribed on the Great Seal, given by His Majesty for New Brunswick, when, by His Royal Commission to Governor Carleton, i t was first erected into a Province. — Odell. 93 Csource: Book 2, pp. 20-22; Bate: 6 September 1804] THE VACANT HOUSE Whence this emotion! Why, on entering here, Do I recoil, as with a sudden fear? In silence as I pass, from room to room, Why am I conscious of this pensive gloom? Say, gentle Spirit of ethereal race, Thou tutelary Genius of the place, Sole Inmate now, though present yet unseenj Am I infected with prophetic Spleen? Or can i t be thy warning Voice I hear, Whispering alarm to Fancy's jealous ear? It seems, by turns, to rise and die away. And this the burden of the mystic Lay -"Shall they 1 return, whose absence we bewail? "Fond hope! - or must our vows and wishes fail? Thus restless Mortals covet to descry Tomorrow's destiny, for every eye Wisely conceal'd. Ah, rather thank High Heaven For blindness to the future kindly given! In youth, enamour'd of the Muse, I paid My ardent vows in her sequester'd Shade; Nor did She with disdain repay my Suit, Or to my Search refuse her treasur'd fruit. The charms of Science and the liberal Arts For Softer charms prepare ingenuous hearts; Now smiling Love "his golden Shafts employed," And a l l was joy, unbounded, unalloy'd. Suspecting no reverse, I thus had seen Five Summers pass, unclouded and serene; When o'er the blackening Sky a Storm arose, Which soon destroyed my Mansion of repose, And fierce Rebellion drove me from the Shore, Which I was destin'd to behold no more. From Anna far, and from her Infant train. Nine years exiled, my heart endured the pain Of hope deferr'd; a hope i n vain renew'd; By zeal supported, but by Fate subdued! Then, in a Carleton'a kind protecting care, I found, at last, a refuge from despair. "^ Governor Carleton, and his family. — Odell. 94 0 England! why recall him from the field, Just when Rebellion was prepared to yield? But-flistory* to a more impartial Age, Must yet refer this dark discolour*d page. He took me from the Wreck* dispell'd my fear, And plaoed me i n a safe Asylum here. Here, with the remnant of a loyal Band* Under a Second Carleton'ss mild command* My alienated native land forgot, 1 have t i l l how enjoyed a happy lot. And i f my Bark, by some unlook'd-for blast, Must yet again upon the Rooks be east, Let me at least avoid one shallow Reef, The unhallowed bitterness of hopeless grief. But as the destin'd hour must now be near, When I shall enter on a new career. To you,3 my only Patrons upon earth, Brothers -no less in virtue than by birth. To you I turn, and, with a heart impress*d With memory of the past, I yet request Tour generous aid; complete what you've begun; Extend your kind protection to my Son! Fredericton 6? n Sept em. 1804 General Thomas Carleton, Governor of New Brunswick, was the brother of Sir Guy Carleton (Lord Dorchester), Governor-in Chief of British North America from 1786 to 1796, under wham Odell served as a secretary during the Revolution. 3Lord Dorchester and General Carleton. — Odell. There is a rough draft of this poem (29193), dated 31?* Aug? 1804„ 95 Source: Book 2, pp, 35-36; Date: 14 February 1806} TO THE MEMORY OF LORD NELSON Sung at General Hunter's Ball, Fredericton 14$h Feb: 1806 Though envied and hated by Tyrants and Slaves, Britannia fair Queen of the Ocean remains. Repell'd by her Ramparts, that float on the Waves* War flies from her Borders and Want from her plains. For Ages renown'd, By Victory crown'd, Her Tars have display'd an invincible train. Surpass*d by no other, Each rivals his Brother, And a l l prove their t i t l e as Lords of the Main, Lords of the Main I Aye, Lords of the Main, The Tars of Old England are Lords of the Main, This Charter, descending from Heroes of old, Expands in Succession as Ages r o l l on, A climax of Glory! But ah, can i t hold? Who shall rival the past, now that Nelson is gone! Yet hark, from on High, The angelic reply-"Your Nelson shall conquer and triumph again. "Each Tar shall inherit A Share of his Spirit, And a l l prove invincible Lords of the Main. Lords of the Main, &c. Wherever your far-dreaded Sails are unfurld, The Genius of Nelson shall fight by your Side, And teach you again to astonish the World, By deeds unexampled, atenlevements untried. Then Britons strike home! For ages to come Your Nelson shall conquer and triumph again. Each Tar shall inherit A Share of his Spirit, And a l l prove invincible Lords of the Main." Lords of the Main, &o. 96 Nor are we alone in the noble career; The Soldier partakes of the generous flame. To Glory he marches, to Glory we steer; Between us we share the rich harvest of fame, Recorded on High, Their names never die, Whose deeds the renown of their Country sustain. The King! then, God bless him! The World shall confess him, The Lord of those Men who are Lords of the Main, Lords of the Main, Aye Lords of the Main; The Tars of Old England are Lords of the Main, There are two rough drafts of this poem (29217 , 29249), and a typewritten copy of i t (unnumbered), which is called "A Song for the Nayy — The Tars of Old England," which has the following explanation: Written by the Hon, Jonathan Odell and sung by him at a banquet given at Frederickton N.B., on receipt there of the news of the victory of "Lord Nelson" over the French and Spanish fleets off Cape Trafalgar, October 21st., 1805, His signal on commencing the action was: "England expects every  man will do his duty." In this action he received his fatal wound and only lived long enough to be made acquainted with the number of ships captured— His last words were "I have dons my duty!" "I praise God for i t . " 97 ^Source: Book 2, pp. 23-27; Dates June 1806] THE DROOPING ROSE June 1806 Sweet Rose, look up - Thy Season comes at last. Fierce Aquilo hath spent his chilling blast* And every Monument of Winter's power Has felt the Western Breeze and Vernal Shower, Sweet Rose, thy Season comes, and comes to bring The welcome period of no common Spring, Thrice has yon River 1 burst his icy chain And spread his annual tribute o'er the plain, Diffusing, from his rich and swelling tide. The seea of future plenty far and wide, While here, forsaken i t has been thy lot, "To blush unseen", and in this charming Spot To mourn the want of Emma *s "f ost ering care, And "waste thy sweetness on the desert Air." But now, sweet Rose, look up. This joyless doom No more awaits thy renovated bloom. His task again, see, faithful Nichols 2 plies; Again this Spot attracts admiring eyes; And they, whose absence we so long bewail, Bespeak fair Winds to swell the lofty Sail, And speed their passage home! But is i t home? Can i t , alass, be so to than, who come From England hither? Or* as hence they went, Can they return with joy and gay content? Yes - When a Sense of duty Intervenes, Virtue will gladly quit the splendid Scenes Of pomp or pleasure, s t i l l secure to find, In every place* that "Sun*shine of the mind," That self-approv'd Serenity of Soul, Which tempers every clime from pole to pole. And turns the World, in a l l its ample round; *The Saint John River, 2 The gardener at the governor's residence 3Governor Carleton, and his family. 98 For England's progeny; to English Ground, Hence, with undoubting confidence they come, Here to enjoy again the Sweets of home. Pure joys, which hallow the domestic Spot, Pleasures which, tasted onee, are ne'er forgot. 0 may propitious breezes waft them o'er, With speed and Safety to this Western Shore, Where loyal thousands with Impatience burn To hail the Jubilee of their Return. Postscript 1808. Thus did the Sylvan Muse, to H i l l and Dale, Gaily proclaim her visionary tale. The pleasing prospect, which had been so long The prompter and the burden of her Song, Now vanish*d, like the forms of dusky light, Which f i l l the peering eye of Second-sight, In vain She sung. In vain did thousands burn, Impatient for the prophesied Return. But - though denied that wish of every heart, Another boon was destin'd to impart A joy as universal as the grief, Which a l l had suffer'd for an absent chief. Permitting him, for years cf Service past, In honour'd leisure to repose at last, The Royal Will a new career ordains, And to a chosen Hand commits the Reins; With ardour the Patrician Board unites In due performance of the solemn rites To them assign'd, and a l l , with hearts elate, See Hunter5 seated in the chair of State. A tribute of unfeign'd esteem they pay,-And joyfully record the auspicious day. Responsive acclamation spreads around, And, mingling with the Trumpet's silver Sound, To Heaven ascends, and Hills and Tallies ring With the loud Anthem of God save the King! Governor Carleton^however, did not return to Canada; 5Major General Hunter, who had been in command of the troops in Nova Scotia, came to Fredericton in May 1808 to become President of the province of New Brunswick. 62A*h May 1808. — Odell. 99 To join the feather'd tribes who winter here, And a l l , in sprightly chorus, sweet and clear, Warble their amorous notes, and hail the Scene, Where a l l Is cheerful, tranquil and serene. The following latter appears at the head of the poem in the notebook, Fredericton, 24.:n May 1810 Madam, Four years ago, at this Season, the Return of Governor Carleton with his family was here confidently expected. Preparations for their reception were made at the House, and in the Garden. On that occasion I wrote a l i t t l e pastoral, Intitled "the drooping ROse1*, of which I send you a copy, as an introduction to a Postscript for the year 1808, of which I request your acceptance. I am, Madam, your affectionate and most obedient Servant Joh? Odell M?8 Hunter. There i s also a draft of this letter and poem (29195). With the exception of the last paragraph of the Postscript, the poem was pub-lished in the Frederlcton Telegraph on 13 August 1806i 100 [Source: Book 2, pp. 28-29; Date: 4 June 1808] SONG FOR THE 4TH OF JUNE 1808 Though Storm and Tempest shake the World, And spread despair from Realm to Realm, S t i l l are our dreaded Sails unfurl»d, And British Valour holds the Helm. Rule, Britannia, rule the Waves, And defy the rage of Slaves. While Gallia's fierce Usurper drives His flaming Car o'er falling States, Though leagued with Hell, in vain he strives To come within thy peaceful Gates. Rule, Britannia, rule the Waves, Secure against invading Slaves. For crimes and follies unatton'd, See thrones and altars round thee blaze; But s t i l l , in loyal hearts enthron'd, A Patriot King thy Sceptre sways. Rule, Britannia, rule the Waves, The dread of Tyrants leagued with Slaves. Secure in Heaven's approving Smile, Thy loyal truth its aim attains. For thee and for thy Sister Isle Her throne fair Freedom s t i l l maintains. Rule, Britannia, rule the Waves, The Envy of despairing Slaves. Then, oft as this auspicious day Fresh joy to Sons of Freedom brings, Let Love and Duty Join to pay Their tribute to the best of Kings! Rule, Britannia, rule the Waves; From tyrant Arts to rescue Slaves, 101 (Source: 29254; Date: 4 January 1809] TO THE HONORABLE BEVERLY ROBBBON1 Dear Sir, lest again you should think me to blame For an innocent blunder, in letting your name Steal into a numerous List of Grantees. Who. for Patents long pass*d, had forgotten the fees; To prevent a recurrence of fancied offence From the root of a l l evil, pounds shillings and pence Permit me - without a professional proxy, An Attorney, whose wig is so frizzled and foxy-Permit me to say you again are my Debtor, For a Patent of lands - and for this dunning letter. The Patent's a trifle:-but Verses like these1 You may prize them as highly, good Sir, as you please, No price you can name shall surpass the good-will Which I cherlsh'd so long - and I cherish i t s t i l l -For the friend whom I once was astonish'd to find, As I thought, without reason reserv'd and unkind. But, secure of your present regard and esteem, I now bid adieu to this long buried theme; And finish my Note with a wish and a prayer. That many New Year may yet f a l l to your share, And each, in its turn, bring a portion of joy, With as l i t t l e as may be of human alloy; And when I am summon*d to bid you farewell. Let Hope banish grief for your old friend Odell. Fredericton, 4^n Janu.u 1809 ^See footnote 1, p. 89. 108 ^Source: Book 2, pp. 47-48; Date: 6 May 18ld) ODH THIRTY-NINTH WEDDING DAY 6i f l May 1810 Twice nineteen years, dear Nancy, on this day Complete their Circle, since the smiling May Beheld us, at the altar, kneel and join In holy rites and Tows which made thee mine* Then, like the reddening East, without a cloud, Bright was my dawn of joy. To Heaven I bowed In thankful exultation, well assured That a l l my heart could covet was secured. But ah, how soon this dawn of joy, so bright, Was followed by a dark and stormy Night, The howling tempest, in a fatal hour, Drove me, an Exile from our nuptial Bower, To seek for refuge in the tented field, T i l l democratic Tyranny should yield. Thus, town asunder, we, from year to year, Endured the alternate Strife of hope and fear, T i l l , from Suspence deliver'd by defeat, I came hither, and found a safe retreat* Here join'd by thee and thy young playful train* I was o'erpaid for years of t o i l and pain. We had renounced our native host lie Shore, And met, I trust, t i l l death to part no more. But now, approaching fast the verge of l i f e , With at emotions do I see a Wife And children, smiling with affection dear, And think how sure that parting and how near! The solemn thought I wish not to restrain. Though painful, 'tis a salutary pain -Then let this Verse in your remembrance live; That when from l i f e released, I s t i l l may give Some token of my love, may whisper s t i l l Some fault to shun, some duty to f u l f i l l ; May prompt your Sympathy some pain to share, Or warn you of some pleasure to beware; Remind you that the arrow's silent flight, Should cause no perturbation or dismay, But teach you to enjoy the passing day With dutiful tranquility of mind, Active and diligent, but s t i l l resign'd. 103 For our Redeemer liveth. and we know, How or whenever parted here below, His faithful Servants, in the Realm above, Shall meet again as Heirs of his eternal Love. The following note has been added to the poem, possibly by Mary Odell: This parting took place Nov? 25J 1 1 1813, and the same dread power reunited them August 27, 1825. This letter appears also in the note book. Fredericton, 10. July 1812. Bear Madam* In the course of a long l i f e , I have met with a few friends, by whom I hope to be recognized hereafter, when our Existence wil l no longer be measured by successive revolutions of days and years, nor subject to local restraints. Among these few, General Hunter^ and yourself will be ever gratefully and affectionately remembered. As I cannot expect again to see you here, I request your accept-ance of the enclosed, as a token of my regard. But why do I present to you this copy of a bi l l e t , written two years ago to my own Wife? Because i t ms dictated simply by a feeling of that conjugal truth and parental affection, in which we have the happiness to resemble you May the parallel on your part be'no less correct in respect to its duration. Little did I think, when these lines were written, that the Shore, to which I was approaching, was yet so distant. May the Yolage with a l l i t s vicissitudes, be to us a l l prosperous at last. A copy of another l i t t l e piece, which, in December last, I address*d to a young Lady on the death of her Father, is also enclosed. God grant you a safe and speedy passage and a happy meeting with your friends at home. I am your most affectionate Servant. Mi*8 Hunter. The poem was published in Loyal Verses (p.Ill), and in Hills* History (p. 322). 104 [Source: 29213; Date: 12 January 181^ CpESIFERE IN LOCO, ONCE IN A WHILE] "Desipere In loco,1* once in a while, May serve the dull flight of old Time to beguile. Then let me - with this; sober maxim in view, Once more seize the pen and my Scribble renew* Both Heroes and Wits have, in critical times, Been slyly assail'd with Round Robins and Rhymes One instance, however, on record I find, By Burke and his Fellows 1 - But how shall I dare My l i t t l e round 0 with great Sam to compare I A man, my dear Sir, "from whom Wit never varies," Must be one ful l of whimsical freaks and vagaries; "A Feather" (without contradiction, I hope, I may say what was said by no less than a Pope) A feather, like thistle-down, borne here and there, Just as Chance may direct the light Current of air; Unsteady, inconstant, capricious and fickle; A spiteful, vindictive, satirical PickleI And does the Chief-Justice 8 indeed, think i t f i t , With rhymes eonjur'd up from the bottomless pit, To charge one so roundly, whom He so well knows To be perfectly harmless, in Verse or in prose, 12th Janu? 1811 A reference to a Literary Club established in 1764 by Burke, Johnson, Reynolds, Goldsmith, and others, 2George Duncan Ludlow, previously a Judge of the Supreme Court in New York, He and his brother, Gabriel G, Ludlow, first mayor of Saint John* came to New Brunswick at about the same time as Odell; 105 [Source: Book 2, pp. 49-50; undated! TO A YOUNG LADY, ON THE DEATH OF HER FATHER Almighty Ruler, whose unceasing Sway Millions of Suns and rolling Worlds obey, That, through a l l Space, thy power may be display'dj And light and l i f e the boundless a l l pervade; 0 what i s Man! who, from this vale of tears, Of mingled joys and Sorrows, hopes and fears, Can dart his eye to Heaven, and catch a gleam Of light far brighter than the Solar beam, And, in the Volume of created things. Discern the Source whence a l l creation springs, Man, thus by Nature's bounty richly fraught With active power and energy of thoughtj May claim alliance with angelic thrones, Yet oft, alass, his present lot bemoans. On passion's tide, by winds confliction toss'd, Wide of his course, his helm of reason lost, Oft over rocks and shallows is he driven, Until again for aid he looks to Heaven. On earth, a Pilgrim, for probation sent, In vain his high-born Spirit seeks content. Let Pleasure, Wealth and Power their gifts impart, In rich profusion, s t i l l the craving heart Even in the want of an untried desire, Would find fresh fuel for that heotic fire* Whieh, kindled at our birth, unquench'd remains During our passage o'er life's feverish plains. For *— though unconscious of the cause — we roam In exile here, and sigh to he at home. Then, 0 fa i r Mourner, let my Verse recall Your weeping eyes from yonder sable-pall. Look up to Him, who can dispell the gloom Through which Imagination views the tomb. Hear his consoling Voice — "The dead are bless'd Who sleep In Christ, who sow from labour rest," Ere long to rise and, from their bed of dust, Pass to the peaceful Mansions of the Just. Although this poem is undated, the time of writing can be given as December, 1811; See Odell's letter of 10 July 1812 to Mrs; Hunter appended to the poem "Our Thirty-ninth Wedding Day.1' 106 [Source: 29244; undated) EQUATION OF TIME On the first of September, At Christmas, mid-April, mid-June, The Sun you'll remember And Clock start together at Noon, At first the Sun gains, And in two months attains Full sixteen minutes advance: Then slackens his pace, T i l l , at Christmas the race Recommences, and Clock leads the dance. In forty-nine days The Sun's tardy rays nearly fifteen in arrear; Sixty-two journeys more. Bring them up as before, Mid-April renews the Career. Thence on to Mid-May Sol again leads the way, But has onlyfour minutes to boast, Then pulls in the rein, T i l l at mid-June again They come to a new Starting post. Clock's uniform speed Here .again takes the lead, T i l l July twenty-six shews the Sun Six minutes behind; But anon you will find With September a new race begun. Are And 107 (Source: 29809; Date: 18111 THE COMET OF 1811 0 Of things new and rare, If you wish for a Sample; Here Is one that surpasses a l l former example. Far who,. In these Regions of Frost, ever saw December-2 display so prodigious a thaw. After having been used many days as a Road, And borne, ,like a Turn-pike, f u l l many a load, Our River, escaping from Winter's arrest * Has drown'd half our Cattle, and starved half the rest. And Winter, mean-time, has himself taken wing, And the breath of December reminds us of Spring. But Oh, look around you and see, far and wide; What havook is made by this merciless tide. Can you t e l l us the cause, cr assign any reason For such a portentous unnatural Season? Don't you think It miraculous? — Oh no — far from i t --»Tis a l l from that frizzle-pate vagabond Comet, Who, squeezing his t a i l , like a Sponge* as he pass'd, Has drench'd us with rain "from the Skirt of his blast," And left us, not wading. like Crows on the plain* At the death of Rochwaldus. in the blood of the Slain, But wadling In Mud, as we stroll along Shore, And the loss of our Beef and our Mutton deplore. ^Jhlike the foregoing "Equation of Time," which is scientifically accurate in a l l details, "The Comet of 1811" is a combination of fact and superstition. It is not possible to know definitely which comet Odell is referring to, although he has given the date at which, presumably, it was seen over Frederieton. 213th Decern. — Odell. 3The Saint John River. There Is also a rough draft of this poem (29201). 108 Source: Book 2, pp. 37-38; Date: 9 September 1812 HULL'S INCURSION INTO CANADA ( A i r — "Cesar and Pcmpey were both of them honored.") Sung at a Ball given by Geni Smyth, at Frederieton, 9? n Sept em? 1812. Come, tuna up and sunmon, with pipe and with tabor, Sweet Echo— to sound a Salute to Our Neighbour, Whom Nap, the Destroyer of peace and good Order, Persuaded to make an Attack on our Border. Impell'd by the Foe to a l l peace and good Order, Neighbour Madison made an Attack on our Border. At his bidding came Hull, and he made Proclamation— "Choose wisely, Submission or Extermination." Full surely he thought", by this insolent Bluster, To put a l l his foes in a terrible fluster, With a medley of insolent coaxing and bluster, He thought he could surely put a l l in a fluster. Thus confident, once and again he assail'd us, But courage and conduct as usual avail*d us. When teaz'd with his bouncing and hasty retreating, We flew to his Rear, and there gave him a beating. With crossing, recrossing, advancing, retreating, Our patience he tried t i l l his Rear got a beating. His prog intercepted, no whisky to cheer him, Though s t i l l two to one, yet he thought us too near him. In short—With Bellona no longer he flirted, But wisely surrendered with — not a man hurtedj With bloody Bellona no longer he flirted, But wisely surrender*d with not a man hurted. On the Shores of Potomack, in Washington City, Nap's Minions may sing thorough-bass to my ditty; 109 But a l l who disdain to fight under his Order, Will curse Neighbour Madison's War on Our Border— A l l true Sons of Freedom w i l l spurn at his Order, And curse Neighbour Madison's War on our Border, There is another stanza (29204), with a prefatory explanation by Odell, On the llV1 Sept? two days only after the ball above mentioned* we received the news of the Ship Guerriere, demolished by the Consti-tution, commanded by Capt? Hull, a Brother of our captive General. This however was so modestly reported in the Boston News Paper, that it seemed to call for some notice on our part. The following was there-fore suggested as a Postscript to the ditty of the 9. Our Hull, we have found to our cost, has a Brother.— If on one Fortune frowns, she has smiled on the other. Of Dacre's disaster his candid relation, From a foe; claims a tribute of just estimation. His gallant exploit and his candid relation, Shall both have our tribute of just estimation. 110 (jSource: 29250; Date: 31 October 1812} HULL'S INVASION INTO CANADA Sung at a Ball given by Genl Smyth, at Fredericton, Sept, 9*n 1812, Come, tune up and summon, with pipe and with tabor, Sweet Echo - to sound a Salute to our Neighbour, Whom Nap, the Destroyer of peace and good Order, Prevailed on to make an attack on our Border, Impel!'d by the foe to a l l peace and good Order; Neighbour Madison made an attack on our Border, At his bidding came Hull, and he made proclamation -"Choose wisely, Submission or Extermlnatlonl" Full surely he thought, by this insolent bluster, To put a l l his foes in a terrible fluster. With a medley of Insolent coaxing and bluster, He thought he could surely put a l l in a fluster. Thus confident, once and again he assail'd us; But courage and Conduct, as usual, avalI'd us; When teaz'd with his banning and hasty retreating, We flew to his Rear, and there gave him a beating* With crossing, recrossing, advancing, retreating, Our patience he tried, t i l l his Rear got a beating* His Prog intercepted, no whisky to cheer him, Though s t i l l two to one, yet he thought us too near him. In short - With Bellona no longer he flirted, But wisely surrender*d end - not a man hurtedl With bloody Bellona no longer he flirted, But wisely surrender*d and not a man hurted. On the Shores of Potomack, in Washington City, Nap's Minions may sing thorough-bass to my ditty; But a l l who disdain to fight under his Order Will curse Neighbour Madison's War on our Border, A l l true Sons of Freedom w i l l spurn at his order, And curse Neighbour Madison's War on our Border, Monsieur Hull, of his late Expedition, Has given the World a Report, In a Stile of sublime composition, Well known at the Corslean's Court* Odell has added five stanzas to the poem "Hull's Incursion into Canada'* and renamed i t "Hull's Invasion Into Canada." I l l Out of four hundred Indians he musters A l l the tribes of North, South, last and West * A l l swarming around him in clusters* His March end his Camp to molest, From the Fort, where his Foes had enclos'd him -Whose force he forgets to declare, To march out against those who oppos'd him, Six hundred were a l l he could spare. Yet his Myrmidons would have contended -With courage that mounts like a Rocket, T i l l their cartridges a l l were expended And their Bayonets worn to the Socket! But where is the hero so daring As not with compunction to feel The prospect of such waste and wearing Of flesh, paper, powder and Steel? 31?* October, The following latter appears at the head of the poem and helps to explain the similarity between this and the preceding work, Fredericton, 9$ n NoveinS 1812 Dear Sir On the 9. of Septem? at a Ball given on the occasion by our President, a few lines, written in haste, were sung in commemoration Of M, Hull's invasion and Surrender, of which a corrected copy, to-gether with two other l i t t l e pieces, of subsequent dates, will, I hope, be not an unwelcome mark of attention* at this time, from your old friend and humble Servant Jon? Odell L; Col; Armstrong This letter was not forwarded. 112 ^Source: Book 2, p. 39; Date: 6 November 1812] THE BATTLE OF QUEEN'S TOWN, UPPER CANADA Again, with, confidence elate, The invading foe has found A Captive's unexpected fate On our Canadian Ground, Triumphant* as before, though s t i l l Outnumber'd by the Foe, Our Chiefs again have shown how S k i l l Can deal the unerring blow; Again we boast--but with a Sight A brilliant Day's career; For Brook demands from every eye The tribute of a tearI Devoted to his Country's Cause, The Soldier's debt he paid; From Age to Age, with just applause, His name shall be convey'd. Frederieton 6? h Novem. 1812; In a rough draft (29197), Odell suggested the air '•Gramachree,' as a suitable tune far this poem. 113 {"Source: unnumbered MS.; Date: 25 November 1812) THE AGONIZING DILEMMA From M. Gen. Tan Ranselaer's1 Account of the Battle of Qneenston Canto 1. Sir ' As here I prominently-stand Responsible to a l l the Land. For movements 'which* at a l l events. May cause alarming discontents, Movements of character important. And which — to say the long and short on't, Have cost us of our troops the best; And risk the safety of the rest, I beg, by nay of explanation* To state my views and Situation. I found, as mention'd in my last, A Crisis was approaching fast, That i f we meant to strike a blow, It must be soon, or a l l would go For worse than nothing, a l l in vain The expence and t o i l of this campaign. Dishonor then the whole would tinge. And burning shame my whiskers singei Though heretofore Bomewhat a bragger, This rapid Crisis made me stagger. I fear'd, as well I might indeed, That we should make more haste than Speed, And wish'd to haver some consultations Upon our future operations. Mean-time the News of E l l i o t ' s 2 fight The accepted spelling of this name is RenssBlaer. Stephen Tan * Rensselaer, a civilian placed at the head of the New York State militia, Was a Federalist and was opposed to the cause of the war. His military appointment was apparently a deliberate move on the part of Governor Tomkins, a Democrat, who wished to discredit both Tan Rensselaer and the Federalists in order to further his own party's ends regardless of the outcome of the war. Tan Rensselaer, realizing his inexperience appealed to his cousin Colonel Solomon Tan Rensselear who was a soldier by pro-fession and chief of the staff, for expert advice regarding the campaign. It was actually Colonel Tan Rensselaer who made the plans for simultan-eous attacks on Fort George and Queenston Heights, "Lieutenant Elliott was able to cut off two British ships at Fort Erie on October 9, 1812, This caused so much excitement amongst the American troops that General Tan Rensselaer was hesitant to curb their spirits in any way. 114 From further comment I refrain — But now, intelligence to gain I sent Thorn Trlamer, whose report — That General Brock had left Queen's Fort. And gone, with numbers, to Detroit. Seem'd now to warrant some exploit, And this, in confidence* related To Officers of rank, created A wish to ascertain the fact, And so produced great zeal to act; Thus f i l l ' d with eager animation, The troops prepared for embarkation. As here the River's rocky bed is Spread with a Sheet of rapid eddies, Lieutenant Sim was sent ahead, That, by a skilful Pilot led, We might seeurely pull away, And land unseen ere break of day. Sim, In the dark, which was extreme. Pass'd over, but too far up Stream; And having drawn his boat to Shore — In which was nearly every Oar For a l l the boats beside — he fled, The Lord knows where, to hide his head; Can you conceive our dismal plight During the remnant of this night! — In utter darkness to remain Paraded in a flood of rain, Waiting for signals preconcerted With one who, mean-time, had deserted — Or jump aboard and take our chance Without a pilot to advance --But though our way we might explore, What could we do without an Oar?  Dilemma truly agonizing! Yet thfis we stood, t i l l day-light rising Fully display'd our Situation, And f i l l ' d us a l l with desperation; — With Shoes in mud above the Vamp, We sullenly return'd to Camp Truly, Mynheer, I must confess Your case involved j&o small distress. But why depend so much on Sim? Or why were a l l the Oars with him? Alass; Dear Sir (Dear Born3I mean) 3General Henry Dearborn, Commander-in-chief of the North-east Country, (New England and New York). 115 You know we yet are young and green, I did indeed indulge the hope, That patience now might hare some scope, And give me, from the late result, Some time to breathe, and to consult; That now the troops would have the wit, A while at least, to chew the bit And bear the salutary bridle — But soon I found my hope was idle. Their ardor, previously excited, Had gain'd new heart; for though benighted, In heavy rain and Wind Northeast, And though the pelting Storm inereas'd T i l l a l l the Camp was like a pool, It had no power their Spunk to cooll In short — they press'd on every Slide, T i l l , though reluctant, I complied. Canto 11 Resolved to be so more besimm'd, We now prepared, in boats well trimm'd, By Boatmen skill'd and confidential, (Two requisites alike essentials) To force, with many a well plied Oar, A passage to the hostile Shore, At dawn of day, our boats being ready, The troops embark'd, well stow'd and steady; For they were cover'd, snug as flounders, By sixes and by elghteen-pounders, But soon, their movements being seen, Neither six-pounder nor eighteen Could check the fire of Musquet Shot; Which now they found both brisk and hot. For though our Guns began to roar, With level aim to sweep the Shore, While we were, from that Shore, descried; •Twas yet too dark upon our Side, With safety to direct much fire; And yet three Batteries a l l conspire, In that same instant, on our boats To open their tremendous throatsS Our Battery soon, with grape and round, Return*d their fire; and now the Sound Of Guns and Mortars rent the Sky, And flame and Smoke f i l l ' d every eye. Embarrass'd by the whirling tide, And showers of pelting shot beside, The boats press'd on, some less, some more; But when the headmost struck the Shore, Their Passengers, a slender Band, 116 About one hundred, rush to land* And, while astonish'd eyes admire, Slowly advance against the fire. Colonel Van Ranselaer, at their head, Soon felt the force of whizzing lead. Thrice in three minutes* through and through, Hip, thigh and Calf three bullets flew; And then a fourth contused his heel; Which might have made Achilles wheel And face about, with Shield a-back, From such a hail-storm of attack! This was again, in our condition, A crisis in the Expedition. For, under so severe a fi r e , To form raw troops must needs require Uncommon talents; which, indeed Were now display'd — in time of need; For Colonel Christie's 4 look'd-for aid Had here been shamefully delay'd* And ere his boats could reach the land* He had been wounded in the hand; Which justified our care prudential, In choosing Boatmen confidential! Though wounded thrice, and sorely bruised, Yet undismay'd and unconfused, Colonel Vam Ranselaer s t i l l could stand, And gave his officers command, To wait no longer for Support* But rapidly to storm the Fort, For well he knew that from behind, His growing Column s t i l l was join'd By numbers who, with ardor keen, Press'd on — to see and to be seen; Or, i f you please -- with a l l their might Press'd on -- ,to share the gallant fight; The-troops obey'd With right good will* And, helter skelter, down the h i l l , In a l l directions ran the Foe, Unable to sustain the blow. But soon the Conflict was renewed; For while they ran and we pursued, American reinforcements under Colonel Christie had difficulty in getting across, and immediate command was given to Colonel Wool, 117 They met fresh troops, and we were join'd, By reinforcements from behind, A while contending chances seem Suspended on an even beam* A Guard-House here, a Store-House there* With Echoes f i l l the trembling air* At length, the fact appear'd undoubted, That how the Foe was fairly routed* Our boats now unmolested pass'd, And now I thought i t time, at last, To quit our Battery of Eighteens, And move Head Quarters o'er to Queens* I went — and, with delight uneloy'd, The triumphs of the hour enjoy'd; Enjoy'd the triumphs, newly bought, And which, f u l l surely now, I thought, My throbbing temples, round and round, Had with unfading laurels bound1 One l i t t l e hour, Phe Foe's defeat And our Success appear'd complete. But s t i l l expecting fresh attacks, I call'd for Mattock Spade and Axe, To fortify my Camp — When lo.' In rapid March, to aid the Foe* An unexpected troop we saw Of Savages from Ohipawa; Whose fierce attack was bravely met With Rifle and with Bayonet. My troops, by this time, I perceived Embarking very slowly; — Grieved, And ved'd at heart, I hasten'd o'er, In hopes to quicken from the Shore Their languid Movements - but in vainl With mlx'd astonishment and pain, I found that ardor quite subsided, In which at first they so much prided* But uriiy pursue the fatal tale? In short Our Enemies prevail. Our gallant troops, across the Water, Surrender, to escape from Slaughter; The laurel withers round my head; And a l l my towering hopes are fled.1 Fredericton 25*n Nov? 1812 118 ^Source: 2900; Date: 5 February 1813] tyOR THE 104TH LET THE MUSES ENTWINE] (Tune - "Hearts of Oak") To Col: Halkett and the Regiment under his command, of whose ex-pected removal from this Province the report has led to the recollec-tion of a t r i f l e , presented two years ago, and of which a corrected copy-1- is now offered as a renewed expression of that sincere regard by which the Original was dictated; Frederieton* 5*fl Febru? 1813 For the 104, let the Muses entwine An unfading Wreath from the New Brunswick Pine, On Ocean transplanted aloft i t displays That Flag which the proudest of Nations dismays. Hence a Wreath from this cloud-piercing Pine shall proclaim A brave competition, The Soldier's ambition To rival the Lords of the Ocean in fame; Beloved by Apollo, the Laurel has long Deck'd the brows of the Hero and bloom'd In his Song; But Daphne shall now, in a Chaplet, combine Her bright polish»d leaf with a tuft from the Pine, Thus united, the Laurel and Pine shall proclaim* Through Lowlands and Highlands, O'er Freedom's twin Islands, That the Lords of the Ocean have Rivals in fame; Mature for the field and enrolI'd In the Line, You have long been impatient to handsel the Pine, Well tried are your Leaders, and well may you vie With a l l who resolve to conquer or die, Thais resolv'd, may your gallant achievements proclaim, Through Lowlands and Highlands, O'er Freedom's twin Islands, That the Lards of the Ocean have Rivals In fame* iThe original poem (29205), was dedicated to the Honorable Major General Hunter and his regiment* When more troops were needed to serve in Western Canada during the 1812-14 war, i t was decided to send six hundred men of the 104th regiment to Quebec, under the command of Col. Halkett; Their sub-sequent march of four hundred miles in twenty-four days in the intense-ly cold weather and without a single death is considered to be a re-markable achievement in military history; 119 ^Source: Book 2, pp. 40-41; Bate: 29 January 1814] A SECOND SALUTE TO NEIGHBOUR M4DIS0N Fredericton 29th JanuY 1814 Once more let us summon, with pipe end with tabor. Sweet Echo, to sound a Salute to our Neighbour. Whom Nap, the Destroyer of peace and good Order, Set on to invade our Canadian Border; Impel!'d by the foe to a l l peace and good Order, Neighbour Madison rashly invaded our Border;1 Poor Mady, misled by that Son of perdition, Had long been possess1d with a teazing ambition, To worry John Bullj and the Our only waited The first fair occasion for John to be baited. He mutter'd, and snarled, and impatiently waited, T i l l John, as he thought, might safely be baited. He waited t i l l Nap was prepared - for his Wager of four hundred thousand - to tame Ursa Majorl What time more inviting could Mady hare chosen? Yet Nap* in the Sequel, lost hat. Shoes and hosen. The Bear faced about, at a Moment well chosen, And Nap scamper'd off - without hat, shoes, or frozen. Meantime Mady, trusting to Nap's great alliance, At John Bull had bow-wow'd his daring defianee; Then Hull too bow-wow'd a sublime proclamation, "Choose wisely, Submission or Extermination." Aye* well we remember poor Hull's proclamation, And well he remembers his own subjugation. Tan Ranselear came next, ahd, like Hull, caught a Tartar; But - why should I name each unfortunate Martyr, Whom folly has brought to disgrace and disaster* In beating the bush for a Corsican Master.1 For shame, Neighbour Mady? - Disgrace and Disaster Ere now should have made thee renounce such a Master. Cf. the first stanza of this poem with "Hull's Incursion," p.108-120 For where is lie now? This invincible Bragger, This dreamer of Sceptres, now dreams of a dagger. Of thousands another four hundred, expended, Have left him detested* unpitied, unfriended. The Cut-throat Usurper, his means a l l expended, By Satan himself is no longer befriended. A rough draft of this poem (29214), called nA cheering Salute to Neighbour Madison," contains the note after the Battles of Leipsick. 121 [Source: 29247; Date: 26 July 1814] DEAR SIR AS I PROMISED MY HOBBY'S IN TRIM Dear S i r — a s I promised—my Hobby's In trim; You may mount at your Leisure and follow your whim. So true are his Gaits, and his training so rare, He will run in a Circle, an Oval, a Square; To a line stretch his Oval* and — ne'er at a loss, Of that line* at your bidding^ he'll make you a Cross. In short, Sir, he ambles and capers so well, I think you must like him, and — am yours Odell. Frederieton 26?a July 1814 To Lieut Odell, 99?h Reg! 122 QSouroe: Book 2, pp. 51-53; Date: 27 October 1814] CDEAR MADAM, HOW TRULY I GRIEVE] To a Lady, by whom, with other friends, I had been Invited to attend the Christening of her son, but was detained at heme by sickness; Frederieton, 271* October 1814. Dear Madam, how truly I grieve Just now to be sick and confined, No friend will be slow to conceive Nor wonder to hear that I find The task of Submission severe, When deprived of your Smiles and good cheer. A sick Man - at least for himself, May find for his prayers time and place; But the prayers which are kept on my Shelf A much wider Circle embrace, Appointing a daily petition For a l l , of whatever condition: Yet far from refusing a part Of our warmest and deepest devotion To those whom we cherish at heart, Though between us may r o l l the wide Ocean; On this festive day then let mine With your glad devotions combine; May the young Christian Soldier, who dates His enrollment from this happy day, In his turn be received at the Gates Of those bright Abodes, which display The result of that marvellous Love. Which brought down the Lord from above! Blest Mansions, prepared by our Lord For a l l who believe and obey. How rich, how immense a reward Will distinguish that glorbus day, When the Sun shall himself disappear, And Time shall give place to an infinite year! Odell has identified the lady as the wife of General Smyth, Major-General George Stracey Smyth was appointed commander of His Majesty's forces: in New Brunswick in June 1812, and took oath as president of the province that same month. He later became the Lieutenant-Governor, holding that office until his death in 1823, 123 An infinite year, to be crown'd With constant Accessions of joy, Of which we can measure no bound, Which forever is free from alloy -Rich fruit of that marvellous Love Which brought down Our Lord from above. Our Lord, who was pleased to command The young Innocents a l l to be brought, . By charity's fostering hand, To Him - to be sprinkled and taught To follow the Guide from on high* Here appointed his place to supply* T i l l the great consummation of a l l , When Death and our first deadly foe Forever shall vanish, and f a l l , No longer to work human woe; When the day of probation shall cease, And the Good shall replenish the Mansions of peace, "Well done, good and faithful; come in; Partake of the joy of your Lord; Redeem'd from the power of Sin, You are ripe for the gracious reward. Henceforth 'tis my Father's decree -Where I am you also shall be," May this blessed hope be ordain'd For the Christian Recruit of this day! And - forgetting the Stations attain*d, May the press to the end of his way, A champion in Virtue's high cause, To be crown'd by his Leader's most gracious applause; A rough draft of this poem (29251), is entitled A Present for young M? Smyth, addressed to his Mother on the day of his christen-ing, at Fredericton, New Brunswick, 27th October 1814; By her res-pectful and obedient humble Servant Jon? Odell." 124 [Source: Book 2, pp. 54-55; Date: 15 November 1S14J CWHAT WE SHALL BE DOTH NOT YET APPEAR) What we shall be doth not yet appear, Nor can we conceive - t i l l the day When Time shall have clos'd his career, And Death shall surrender his prey. Then - to a l l who in Christ have repos'd Shall the Scene preordain'd be disclos'd. Those of every Age, from the first To the last date of time, shall arise; Shall spring, at his call, from the dust, And pass to the new-spreading Skies. There, like himself, shall they shine, Bright Heirs of his Glory divine. Ineffable Anticipation! Here the Believer may find A Spirit of high animation, Yet humble and meek and resign'd. With such a prospect of joy* What present pains can annoy? Blest with a hope so sublime* Though l i f e be a pilgrimage here, Let us seek, in our journey through time, That "Love which casteth out fear." So shall our patience endure, And so shall our triumph be sure. St. John 1 4 - IS. The following also appears in the notebook. Extract of a Letter to M?s Hunter - Frederieton 15t h Nov? 1814. Dear Madam I have lately read a Volume of excellent Sermons, by the late D. Baley. One of the Subjects is that striking text in the first Epistle of S. John — "It doth not yet appear what we shall be, but we know that when He appeareth we shall be like him." This led me to the following l i t t l e Comment, of which I request your acceptance, in addition to former tokens of my regard. Another copy of this poem (29191), is called "First Epistle of St. John, III 2 " At the end are added the words: Frederieton, 10th Novem. 1814. Composed during a severe illness. 135 (Source: 39199; Date: 12 December 1814] MY PEDIGREE A Song from the New Herald's Office, in Fredericton, New Brunswick (Tune, "The Old Hunter — Black Sloven"J When puritan frenzy made England rebell, r : Untainted and firm stood the Sons of Odell. Stood to their arms, and piously chanted God save the King! They stood i n the Ranks of the loyal and brave Who rather would sleep in the dust of the Grave, Than wake at the call of raving Democrats, Traitors to God and the King, Though long was the Contest — alass a l l in vain — The fierce democratic misrule to restrain, S t i l l undismay'd they heartily chanted God save the KingJ But when, on the Scaffold, the King lost his head, From England—dear England, indignant they fled, Scorning to live with raving Democrats* Slaves—who had murder'd their King! Of these loyal Emigrants some found their way From Thames to the Shannon, and there, to this day, Their Sons make the Grove1 re-echo with chanting God save the King! But some2 to the WUds of America straySd, Of whom a Descendant here chants, in the Shade Of loyal repose, his Scorn of Democrats Curs'd with a Madison King. Shannon Grove, Limerick, Ireland, the family home of the des-cendants of Thomas Odell; ^William Odell founded the family in America in the mid-seven-teenth century; 126 "(Source: 29245; Date: 26 December 1814J £DE GUBTIBDB NON DISFCTANDUMj Fredericton 26;n Decern. 1814 Dear Sir, De guetibus non disputandum — That is — Our tastes are form'd at random, By combinations oddly suited, And a l l too vague to be disputed; The Widow's lovely hand and Arm Bad for Sir Roger's heart a charm; And some have seen, with envious eyes; Fat, fair and forty bear the prize; But hold, — This random-shot suggestion Is foreign to the present question, — Which craves your Answer — Can you t e l l , By any orthographic Spell, How to make Odle of Odell? 1 Cr why should any one have wish'd To have the name so queerly dish'd? In point of taste. I think i t clear— 'Twas not design'd to please the ear; And i f the family migration Led them to choose this innovation. When first they were Induced to rove From Bedfordshire to Shannon Grove, Their motive must have been to show There was, in their Initial 0.5 No badge of old Hibernian honor, No claim of kindred with O'Connor, O'Neil. 0'Dougherty. O'Keef. Or other ancient Irish Chief. For Englishmen, abroad who roam, S t i l l look on England as their home, And teach their children to proclaim The Land from which their Father came. This is a reference to such spellings of the name as Odle, Oadele, and Odil. 2Both branches of the family came originally from Bedfordshire. Odell is sometimes Incorrectly spelled O'dell. 127 As grave historians trace a chain Of doubtful causes, to explain The Course of great events, so now Have I, dear Sir, conjectured how, Like english Penny to Scotch Bodle4 Odell has dwindled into Odle — Dwindled in Sound, the written name, Remaining constantly the same. And though a l l this to you should seem The phantom of an idle dream, The coinage of a drowsy brain, Believe me I shall s t i l l remain, While this protracted l i f e endured, Most truly and sincerely yours. A Scotch Coin, one sixth of a penny. See Grace's Provincial Glossary. — Odell. 128 [Source: 29198; undated) HYMN FOR SUNDAY EVENING Now, ere the fleeting hour is past away, And Night succeeds this consecrated day, Let us resume our holy rites, and raise An Evening Sacrifice of prayer and praise. And from this holy place when we retire Let pious meditation fan the fire Of thanks to Him who gave the Word of Truth Our age to animate and guide our youth. So may we hope our gracious God will bless Our needful labors here with meet Success, And, when our days of weekly rest are past, Give us eternally to rest at last. Glory to God on High, To Father, Son, And Holy Ghost, eternal Three in One, Be here address'd by hearts prepared to join The Host of Seraphim in Songs divine. 129 CSouree: Book 2, p. 19; undated] TO A MOTHER* ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT SON Sad Mourner, let my friendly verse The balm of sympathy impart, T i l l calm reflection may disperse The grief now pressing on your heart. Your Son, baptized and born anew. The adopted Heir of peace and Joy* Has realiz'd the prize in view, Secure from forfeit or alloy. And now* escaped the toils of l i f e , And a l l the Scenes of human woe, Safe from the perils and the Strife of Virtue struggling here below; He sleeps an Infant, but shall rise Mature in high angelic lore, A Star in those eternal Skies Which dawn when Time shall be no more. Maternal Sorrows, then* adieu! Regard no phantoms of the tomb; The glorious prospect now in view Dispels their visionary gloom. But let Imagination soar On wings of faith, and, in your Boy, Behold a cherub, gone before, His Mother's future crown of joyi A rough draft (29252), gives am alternative wording for the last stanza: But let imagination soar On wings of faith* and may you view Your Babe a Cherub, gone before, A future Crown of joy to you. The initials J.O. appear at the end of the poem, and on the back of the manuscript there is the following stanza: How oan modesty conceal How can moderation hide What affection must reveal Of one so dear as he who died. L30 "(Source: 29212; Date: May 181$} REFLECTIONS IN SICKNESS, AND ON RECOVERY Awake, my Soul, and, ere it be too late, Let conscience rouse thee from this torpid State. 0 listen to that Monitor within, Who cries — "beware of unrepented Sin." What fatal apathy can l u l l the fears Of one so near the brink of four-score years, To whom dark days and restless nights recall That Image, which may stouter hearts appal* The approaching hour, when a l l we value here Shall, like a baseless Vision, disappear, And dust to dust conclude life's perilous career; While on this fearful precipice I stand, The day far spent, the Night so near at hand, Can I the past with tranquil mind survey? Or to the future look without dismay? Ah, what is this but, in my utmost need* To dream that a l l is well, and on a Reed To lean securely, t i l l the broken dart Transfix the hand or pierce the unguarded heart! My Soul, awake and, with suspended breath, Tremble, lest this may prove a Sleep of death; Eternal death! 0 what pernicious charm This image of its terrors can disarm! And at a time like this! alas, beware; Awake, and watch, and make thy fervent prayer To Him, who can the essential gift impart, A broken Spirit and a contrite heart. To Him, whose gracious promise cannot f a i l , That they who ask and faint not shall prevail. From mortal l i f e , then, welcome a release! Thy Servant, Lord, shall then depart in peace. Obey thy summons with unclouded mind, By faith sustain'd and to thy w i l l resign»d. Meantime thy Will for me decrees again A gracious respite from a bed of pain. In one short Season twice have I heen spared When Death approach'd me — ah how unprepared! And since, by Nature, with unquench'd desire* While l i f e remains, to live we s t i l l aspire, 0 may i t be in mercy that my days 131 Unnumbered yet, are s t i l l a theme of praise, Ascending from a family of love, In grateful homage to thy throne above* Thus, from a gloomy chamber of disease, Bestor'd to light and Zephyr's cheering breeze. To H i l l and Dale, mild Sun or shady Bower, The morning Walk, the social evening hour; 0 how shall I express the glowing thought Which melts my heart, and thank thee as I oughtJ Thank thee, 0 God, with mingled hope and fear; Dreading lest on that day, which must be near, Thy merciful forbearance may be found With fresh remorse my Conscience to confound; Yet humbly hoping, through, thy gracious Aid, To meet the awful moment undismay'd* Protect me, then, Great Giver of A l l Good, And, through temptation watchfully withstood, Conduct me Safely in the doubtful Strife Of Virtue, struggling through the Snares of l i f e , T i l l " I may come victorious to the Shore, Where doubt and frailty shall be known no more, Frederieton May — 1815 132 [Source: 29246; Date: 3 January 1816} EPIG-RAMM GOMBIEMDUM Why, on a birth-night, are the folks, A l l helter-skelter, Belles and Beaus, To scramble for their.hats and cloaks, Their tippets, Shawls and over-hose, Where not a Dame can pluck a rose? Because a common-place attention Would be too great a condescension, And wicked Wags might dare to call This royal dance a piddling Ball, 3f Januy 1816 This poem, and the one which follows, were sent to Jonathan Bliss, f i r s t Attorney-General of New Brunswick. 133 ^Source: 29246; Date: 6 January 181& fcOLL UP THIS BLOTTED SUP OF PAPER) 6. JanuS 1816 Dear Si r Roll up this blotted Slip of paper* and make a Match to light your taper. Poor W i l l 1 has made his first Essay To draught a Speech - and, sooth to say; In style and Substance f u l l and clear, It satisfied my partial ear. From yesterday's recital, then, You may be sure some other pen Has interlarded such addition, As must extinguish Mill's ambition Of a l l suppos'd participation In such a marvellous Oration! Odell '8 son, a lawyer, who succeeded his father as Provincial Secretary of New Brunswick In 1812. 134 QSource: 29771; Date: 16 July 1817] A TOUCH OF THE TIMES Fredericton July 16th 1817 A turkey-<Jock one day quite pail; Went out to strut without his t a i l , By which the chicks, In coops hard by, Did not his mightiness descry; Thus put him in a rage so great, That f a l l i t must on some on's pate; The Cock was C — , and knew Full well, he thought, the honor due To dignity like his immense, For though this turkey had not sense, He had ambition* and a hen, As sometimes happens among men* To guide him in affairs of state, And put him up to being great; For mate he chucks, then f a l l s to thinking, Dame rous'd, and strongly urged a clinking: "Not know my love I you surely mock, Hot know my own dear turkey Cock? There's not in town just such another, No not in a l l the world your brother; They ought to know you at a glance. Without e'en hat, or Spur, or lance, They surely must by inspiration, Therefore, 'twas downright affectation, And I would bring them to their senses* In spite of a l l such lame pretences; You cannot wring their necks 'tis true, But other punishments with you — Make them turn out each time you pop Your head without this stylish shop, Whether at Kitchen door or gate, At early dawn or evening late; What better can such small folk do Than keep their eye on me and you? Send for them here, and scold them soundly, I wish 'twere me, I'd do i t roundly, Suppose my love, before we part, A word or two you get by heart, You know your poor head always aches, When press'd, or active part i t takes, Odell wrote the word "Commandant'' in the margin, although he probably had a specific person in mind. 135 I ' l l write i t down — come my best love. What's mine is yours — you must approve; There's question first — then here, — and here, Be sure you mouth i t well my dear, Sure wife was ne'er so proud before, I ' l l keep my ear Just by this door, Would 'twere my eye, for stage effect, I think you w i l l not quite neglect; Again my love, i f you think best* Pray put some one in close arrest, You have said. A, — why not Say B? And so go on to C and D; 'Twill make Some others feel our power, For which ltd die this very hour, And prove, I think, to demonstration We have at least some penetration, To find out faults in this pet brood Who always have appeared so good* And done their duty so demurely, Deer love 'twill vex their proud hearts purely, To have you tear the mask away, And bring then out to light of day* But hark! — I think I hear a rap* So pray, my dear, go take a nap." A Touch of the times A Satirical Poem Frederieton July 16"" 1817. 136 [Source: 29202; Date: 10 January 18183 TO HIS EXCELLENCY, THE LT. GOVERNOR1 With a Copy of Verses of older date on THE GAMUT Permit me* Sir, this artless Verse to bring, An offering frcm an overflowing Spring Of gratitude, for that propitious Aid, Which, while i t melts the heart, can be repaid By nothing short of this sublime award, "The deeds of virtue are "their own reward." From year to year, my unassisted Child 2 Warble, with timid voice, her ''wood-notes wild:*? But, by your generous condescension fired, And thence with rising confidence inspired, The task she now resumes, and hopes ere long To catch some portion of that glowing Song,' That swelling harmony, which none can hear With heart untouch'd, or undelighted Ear; And,oh Sir, let me here a verse subjoin Frcm Young's pathetic Muse, a verse divine! "Song* beauty, youth, love, virtue, joy — t h i s group Of bright Ideas, flowers of paradise As yet unforfeit, i n one blaze we bind, Kneel and present them to the Skies — as a l l We guess of Heaven! and these were a l l her own." loJh Jan: 1818 'Major General George Stracey Smyth. > 'Sarah Anne Odell. 137 [Source: Book 2, p; 44; undated) TEE GAMUT — FOR SARAH ANNE ODELL i.'i As Heaven bestowed the precious art Our thoughts by letters to impart; To "waft from Indus to the Pole" The,secret whispers of the Soul; So, by a like celestial aid Of graphic art, the Silent Maid May to the distant swain convey The sprightly Song or melting lay* And so, when Handel sweeps the Strings, When Harmony, from a l l her Springs, F i l l s up the measure of delight; The Sounds, arrested in their flight, Are treasured by this magic Scale, Secure t i l l time and Nature f a l l * Come then, sweet Bird, whose early Note Has cheer*d me-oft, while yet* by rote, The Voice could but repeat the Strain, Which Memory taught thee to retain; Now shall thy well instructed eye Recorded harmonies descry* And prompt thy Voice at sight to sing, Thy hand at Sight to wake the String, And through my captive ear Impart Sweet rapture to a Father's heart* A rough draft of this poem (29223), is dated January 11th, 1818. APPENDIX 138 [jSource: Loyal Yeraes. p. 35; Date: 24 March 1778] TO SIR JAMES WALLACE3-Eye I fyej Sir James I 2 it cruel is Of the old Dutchman to make.a prize. Tho*, on enquiry, you may find It was for good King Cong, designed, Do*st think i t is an honest job This Mity bunch of Kings to rob? 3 The; Wine they want to cheer their spirits: The Cordage to reward their merits: Tea* s now no more a cursed plant; It now has Virtue-^whieh they want. Their Linen and their Silks return— They're a l l in rags; their garments torni Yet e'en of rags nigh destitute— The bullion which their friends recruit, Tho' by Experiment4 you find Their Bark is Jesuits, rescind: And I dare t e l l you, free as wink; Detain "their Salt, they then must slink: Or, i f you mean all a l l to save, Their brandy let the Varlets have. ^Sargent states that the poem appeared in Robertson's Royal Penn-sylvania Gazette, 34 March 1778; and there was credited to a New York newspaper. The author is said to have been Odell. 2The commander of a man-of-war who captured a Dutch vessel bound for Carolina and brought it into New York harbour. 3The author explains this as a pun on the word mite - an insect which destroys the substance giving it l i f e . 4The name of the ship which Sir James commanded. 5The ship's cargo consisted of the articles mentioned in the last five lines. 139 ^Source: Loyalist Poetry, pp. 1-37; Date: 1779] TEE AMERICAN TIMES A SATIRE In three parts. Facit indignatio versum;—Juvenal; Part 1. When Faction, pois'nous as the scorpion's sting* Infects the people and insults the King; When foul Sedition skulks no more conceal1d, But grasps the sword and rushes to the field; When Justice, Law, and Truth are in disgrace* And Treason, Fraud, and Murder f i l l their place; Smarting beneath accumulated woes, Shall we not dare the tyrants to expose? We will* we must—tho* mighty.Laurens frown* Or Hancock with his rabble hunt us down; 1While this poem is generally attributed to Odell, doubts as to its authorship have been expressed. Kenneth Rg.de in "A Note on the Author of The Times", see AL, II (March 1930), 79-82 suggests as a possibility Daniel Batwell of York, Pennsylvania, another loyalist of the period, whose signature is on the t i t l e page and whose corrections and additions appear throughout the work in a volume owned by John Garrett of Baltimore. Winthrop Sargent, in Loyal Verses (pi 105), states that i t has been attributed to Dr. Myles Cooper, but considers i t to be the work of Odell. Certainly there is room for doubt, a l -though the use of the pseudonym Camillo Querno, who was poet laureate and jester to pope Leo X le in accordance with Odell's use of such names as Yoric and Puff for his satirical writings. Until the manus-cript can be located and studied, the doubt of its authorship remains* and for this reason the poem has been placed in the appendix; 2The earlier Fisher manuscript has these lines following Should Atley summon to his savage bar, To tremble at his rod be from us far; William Augustus Atley was one of the court which convicted Roberts and Carlisle; '» 140 Champions of virtue, we'll alike disdain The guards of Washington* the lies of Payne; And greatly bear, without one anxious throb, The wrath of Congress, or its lords the mob; Bad are the Times; almost too bad to paint; The whole head sickens, the whole heart is faint; The State is rotten, rotten to the core, 'Tis a l l one bruize, one putrefying sore. Here Anarchy before the gaping crowd Proclaims the people's majesty aloud; There Folly runs with eagerness about, And prompts the cheated populace to shout; Here paper-dollars meagre Famine holds, There votes of Congress Tyranny unfolds; With doctrines strange in matter and in dress, Here sounds the pulpit, and there groans the press; Confusion blows her trump—and far and wide The noise is heard—the plough is thrown aside; The awl, the needle, and the shuttle drops; Tools change to swords, and camps succeed to shops; The doctor's glister-pipe, the lawyer's quill, Transform'd to guns, retain the power to k i l l ; From garrets, cellars, rushing thro' the street, The new-born statesmen in committee meet; Legions of senators infest the land, 3 And mushroom generals thick as mushrooms stand;' Ye western climes:, where youthful plenty smil'd, Ye plains Just rescued from the dreary wild, Ye cities just emerging into fame, Ye minds new tinjd with learning's sacred flame, Ye people wondering at your swift increase, Sons of united liberty and peace* How are your glories in a moment fled? See, Pity weeps, and Honour hangs his head. 01 for some magic voice, some pow'rful spell, To call the Furies from prpfoundest hell; Arise, ye Fiends, from dark Cocytus' brink; Soot a l l my paper; sulphurize my ink; So with my theme the colours shall agree, Brimstone and black, the livery of Lee.4 American leaders included doctors, lawyers* tradesmen, farmers, merchants and' inn-keepers; ^General Charles Lee, a severe and coarse leader hated by the Tories. 141 They come, they come!—convulsive heaves the ground, Earth opens—LoJ they pour, they swarm around; About me throng unnumber'd hideous shapes, Infernal wolves, and bears, and hounds, and apes; A l l Pandemonium stands reveal'd to sight; Good monsters, give me leave, and let me write: They will be notic»d—Memoryi set them down* Tho' reason stand aghast, and order frown. Whence and what art thou, execrable form, Rough as a bear, and roaring as a storm? Ay, how I know thee-Livingston art thou— Gall i n thy heart, and malice on thy brow; Coward, yet cruel—zealous * yet profane; Havoc, and spoil* and ruin are thy gain; Go, glut like Death thy vast unhide-bound maw, Remorseless swallow liberty and law; At one enormous stroke a nation slay, But thou thyself shall perish with thy prey. What Fiend is this Of countenance acute,6 More of the knave who seems, and less of brute; Whose words are cutting like a show'r of hail, And blasting as the mildew in the vale? 'Tis Jay—to him these characters belong: Sure sense of right, with fix'd pursuit of wrong; An outside keen, where malice makes abode, Voice of a lark, and venom of a toad; Semblance of worth, not substance, he puts on; And Satan owns him for his darling son. Fl i t not around me thus, pernicious elf, Whose love of country terminates in self; Back to the gloomy shades, detested sprite, Mangier of rhet'ric, enemy Of right; Curs'd of thy father; sum of a l l that's base; Thy sight is odious, and thy name is Chase, What spectre's that with eyes on earth intent, Whose god is gold, whose glory cent./.per cent,; Whose soul, devoted to the love of gain, Revolts from feelings noble or humane? °William Livingston, Governor of New Jersey, formerly a lawyer; He was severe in his treatment of the British, and hanged as traitors those who took up arms for the king, 6John Jay, Member and President of the Congress, a New York lawyer. He was a man of integrity and sincerety; Samuel Chase, member of Congress, a Maryland lawyer; 142 Let friends, let family, let country groan, Despairing widows shriek, and orphans moan; Turn'd to the centre* where his riches grow, His eye regards not spectacles of woe; Morris, look up—-for so thy name we spell--On earth* Bob Morris8—Mammon 'tie in hell* Wretch, who hast meanly sold thy native land, Tremble, thou wretch, for vengeance is at hand; Soon shall thy treasures fly on eagle's wings* And Conscience goad thee with her thousand stings. Of head erect, and self-sufficient mien, Another Morris presses to be seen; Demons of vanity, you know him sure; This is your pupil, this is Gouverneur; Some l i t t l e knowledge, and some l i t t l e sense, More affectation far, and more pretence; Such is the man—his tongue he never balks, On a l l things talkable he boldly talks; A specious orator, of law he prates; A pompous nothing, mingles in debates; Consummate impudence, sheer brass of soul, Crown every sentence, and completes the whole; In other times unnotic'd he might dron: Confusion makes a statesman of a fop. ' Hail, Faction, wayward queen, whose charms retain.: Such opppsites—the sordid, and the vain: Who jar in a l l things else, in thee unite; Robert the greedy, Gouverneur the light; And i f another contrast we display, S t i l l both are thine, the serious and the gay. There is a man* a l l spirit, l i f e , and ease, Whose native humour never fails to please; There is a man devout, reserv'd, austere, Whose grave demeanor other men revere; These, whom their various turns forbad to meet, Have met in Congress in communion sweet; There, mirth put off, and gravity reslgn'd, The two sworn brothers stand in treason joln'd; Lb* triumphs, sing the devjlish fiends j Discordant natures whose deduction blends. Robert Morris, a Philadelphia merchant; Gouverneur Morris, member of Congress, a New York lawyer; 143 But s t i l l the question agitates mankind* Could Duer be over-reach* d, Duane be blind? 1 0 Thy sprightly genius, Duer, coulds't thou eontroul, The flow of wit, the sallies of the soul, Abandon every muse* and every grace, For eminence among a savage race? Coulds't thou, Duane, give up thy favourite church, And leave religion weeping in the lurch, Bid truth and decent piety adieu; For dire promotion o'er a godless crew? In Jotham's famous apologue we read, Hot so the fruit-trees wiser far decreed;11 Shall we, said they* our wine and o i l desert, Which decorate the face, and cheer the heart, Quit peace and plenty, elegance and ease, To reign scrub monarchs over barbarous trees? 'Twere strange—but stranger* Honour to resign, And govern, legion-like, the herd of swine. What group of Wizards next salutes my eyes, United comrades, quadruple allies? Bostonian Cooper, with his Hancock join'd. Adams with Adams, one in heart and mind.12 Sprung from the s o i l , where witches swarm'd of yore; They come well skill'd in necromantic lore; Intent on mischief, busily they t o i l , The magic cauldron to prepare and boil; \ Array'd in sable vests, and caps of fur* With wands of ebony the mess they stir; See! the smoke rises from the cursed drench* And.poisons a l l the air with horrid stench; Celestial muse, I fear 'twill make thee hot To count the vile ingredients of the pot: Dire incantations, words of death, they mix With noxious plants, and Water from the Styx; Treason's rank flow'rs, Ambition's swelling fruits, Hypocrisy in seeds, and Fraud in roots, Bundles of Lies fresh gather'd in their prime, And stalks of Calumny grown stale with time; ^William Duer and James Duane* members of Congress, and New York Lawyers; •^Judges; IX, 8-15. 12 Dr. Cooper, a Congregational minister of Boston; John Adams, a writer; Samuel Adams, a radical politician; General Hancock, hoped for supreme command, rather than Washington. 144 Handfula of Zeal's intoxicating leaves; Riot inJninches, Cruelty in sheaves; Slices of Cunning cut exceeding thin; Kernels of Malice, rotten cores of Sin; Branches of"Persecution, boughs of Thrall, And sprigs of Superstition, dipt in gall; Opium to l u l l or madden a l l the throng, And assa-fcetida profusely strong; Milk from Tisiphone's infernal breast; Herbs of a l l venom, drugs of every pest, With minerals from the centre brought by Gnomes; A l l seethe together t i l l the furnace foams. Was this the potion, this the draught design'd To cheat the croud, and fascinate mankind? 0 void of reason they, who thus were caught; 0 lost to virtue, who so cheap were bought; 0 folly, which a l l folly sure transcends, Such bungling sorc'rers to account as friends. Yet tho' the frantic populace applaud, 'Tis Satire's part to stigmatize the fraud. Exult, ye jugglers, in your lucky tricks; Yet on your fame the lasting brand we'll fix. Cheat male and female, poison age and youth; S t i l l we'll pursue you with the goad of truth. Whilst in mid-heav'n shines forth the golden flame, Hancock and Adams shall be words of shame; Whilst silver beams the face of night adorn, Cooper of Boston shall be held in scorn; Strike up, hell's music, roar, infernal drums. Discharge the cannon—Lo! the warrior comes! He comes, not tame as on Ohio's banks, But rampant at the head of ragged ranks. Hunger and itch are with him—Gates and Waynel3 And a l l the lice of Egypt in his train; Sure these are Falstaff's soldiers, poor and bare; Or else the rotten regiments of Rag-fair Bid the French generals to their Chief advance, And grace his suite—0 shame! they're fled to France; 13 Gates and Wayne, rebel generals. 14 •"The physical condition of the army was often very bad. The men suffered from hunger, disease, and the weather. ^Europe was at peace at this time, so many military men were attracted to America; The rebel cause was the more popular, and many offered their services for i t . 145 Wilt thou, great chief of Freedom's lawless sons* Great captain of the western Goths and Huns, Wilt thou for once permit a private man To parley with thee, and thy conduct scan? At Reason's her has Catiline been heard: At Reason!s bar e'en Cromwell has appear'd: Successless, or successful, a l l must stand At her tribunal with uplifted hand.16 Severe, but just, the case she fairly states; And fame or infamy her sentence waits. Hear thy indictment, Washington, at large; Attend and listen to the solemn charge: Thou hast supported an atrocious cause Against thy King, thy"Country, and the laws; Committed perjury, encburag'd lies, Forced conscience, broken the most sacred ties; Myriads of wives and fathers at thy hand Their slaughter'd husbands, slaughter'd sons demand; That pastures hear no more the lowing, kine,— That towns are desolate, a l l — a l l is thine; The frequent sacrilege that pain'd my sight: 1" The blasphemies my pen abhors to write; Innumerable crimes on thee must f a l l — For thou maintainest, thou defendest a l l . Wilt thou pretend that Britain is in fault? In Reason's court a falsehood goes for nought. Will i t avail, with subterfuge refin'd To say, such deeds are foreign to thy mind? Wilt thou assert, that, generous and humane, Thy nature suffers at another's pain? He who a band of ruffians keeps to k i l l * Is he not guilty of the blood they spill? Who guards M'Kean, and Joseph Reed the vile. Help'd he not murder Roberts and Carlisle? 1" So, who protects committees in the chair, In a l l their shocking cruelties must share. 16Washington had many enemies on both sides; His own party tried to undermine his command, and the Tories accused him of cruelty. 17 •'•'Possibly ah allusion to the besiegers of Boston who in 1775 turned the episcopal church into a barrack, and melted the organ pipes for bullets. 18 A McKean, a rebel chief justice; Reed, President of Pennsylvania; Roberts and Carlisle, Quakers. 146 What could, when half-way up the h i l l to fame* Induce thee to go back, and link with shame? Was it ambition, vanity, or spite, That prompted thee with Congress to unite; Or did a l l three within thy bozom r o l l , "Thou heart of hero with a traitor's soul?" Go, wretched author of thy country's grief, Patron of villainy, of villains chief; Seek with thy cursed crew the central gloom, Ere Truth's avenging sword begin thy doom; Or sudden vengeance of celestial dart Precipitate thee with augmented smart. 0 Poet* seated on the lofty throne, Forgive the bard who makes thy words his own; Surpriz'd I trace in thy prophetio page The crimes, the follies of the present age; Thy scenery, sayings, admirable man, Pourtray our struggles with the dark Divan; What Michael to the first arch-rebel said, Would well rebuke the rebel army's head; What Satan to th' angelic Prince replied, Such are the words of Continental pride, 1 swear by Him, who rales the earth and sky, The dread event shall equally apply; That Clinton's warfare is the war of God, And Washington shall feel the vengeful rod. Part II Why has thou soar'd so high* ambitious muse? Descend in prudencej and contract thy views; Not always generals offer to our aim; By turns we mast advert to meaner game. Yet hard to rescue from oblivion's grasp, The worthless beetle, and the noxious asp; And f u l l as hard to save for after-times The names of men known only for their crimes. Left to themselves they soon would be forgot; But yet 'tis right that rogues should hang and rot. S t i l l , as we own, and as old saws relate, Not always thrives the verse that haunts the great: Of rulers in America, I deem, Swift is the change, and slight is the esteem; When Houston from Savannah fled of late* Did any ask who took his chair of state? 1 9 John Houston, rebel governor of Georgia. 147 20 Let Henry quit, and Jefferson succeed; Let Wharton's place (who cares?) be f i l l ' d by Reed;21 Who matters what of Stirling may become, The quintessence of whisky, soul of rum?22 Fractious at nine* quite gay at twelve o'clock; From thence t i l l bed-time stupid as a stock: These are sad samples—but we'll, cull our store; Can liberality herself do more? Turn out, black monsters—let us take our choice; What dev'lish figure's this, with dev'lish voice? OhJ 'tis Pulaski—'vis a foreign chief; On. him we'll comment--be our comment brief: What are his merits, judges may dispute; We'll solve the doubt, and praise him for a brute. No. quarter, is his motto—sweet and short: Good Britons, give him a severe retort. As yet he 'scapes the shot deserv'd so well; His nobler horse in Carolina f e l l ; He fears not in the fie l d where heroes bleed, He starts at nothing but a gen'roue deed. Escap'd from Poland, where his murd'rous knife, •Tis said, was rais'd against his" sovereign's l i f e ; Perhaps he scoffs with fashionable mirth ' The notion of a God, who rules the earth: Fool, not to see that something more than lot, Conducts the traitor to this destin'd spot; Rank with congenial crimes, thatcall for blood; Where justice soon must pour the purple flood; A parricide, with parricides to die, And vindicate the pow'r that reigns on high. 2 3 Who is that phantom* silent, pale, and slow, That looks the picture of dejected woe? Art thou not Wilson?—hat dost thou lament Thy poison'd principles, thy days mis-spent? Was i t thy fatal faith that led thee wrong? Yet hads't thou reason, and that reason strong: Judgment was thine, and in no common share; 2QHenry and Jefferson, rebel governors of Virginia. 21 AWharton and Reed, rebel presidents of Pennsylvania. 22 William Alexander, Earl of Stirling, rebel general. 23 "^Pulaski died in the siege of Savannah, so the author's pre-diction came true. 148 That judgment cultur'd with assiduous care: But a l l was fruitless; popular applause Seduc'd thee to embrace an impious cause.24 Now, or my mind deceives me, thou wouldst fain Thy former duty, former truth regain: Like some rash boy, whom strong desire to lave Too daring, tempts to trust the briny wave; But soon borne out to distance from the strand, He longs with ardour to retrieve the land: In vain—the waves his weak endeavours spurn, And rapid tides forbid him to return. Room for a spectre of portentous show; Make room for triple-headed RoberdeauJ25 . Churchman, dissenter r methodist appear; Chairman, and congress-man, and brigadier; Cerberean barker at the Stygian ford, Where i s thy bible, say, and where thy sword? Thy bible—that long since was wisely lost, Because its maxims with thy practice cross'd; Well, but thy weapon—was i t lost in fight? Hush, I remember— 'twas to aid thy flight. Of brass, lead, leather, treble is thy shield; And treble tremblings seize thee in the field; Treble in office and in faith thou art, And nothing double in thee, but thy heart. Ye priests of Baal, from hot Tartarean stoves; Approach with a l l the prophets of the groves. Mess-mates of Jezebel's luxurious mess. Come in the splendor of pontific dress; Haste to receive your chief in solemn state; Haste to attend on Witherspoon the great; 2 6 Ye lying spirits too; who brisk and bold Appear'd before the throne divine of old, For form, not use, augment his rev*rend train; The sire of lies resides within his brain; Scotland confess'd him sensible and shrewd, Austere and rigid; many thought him good. But turbulence of temper spoil'd the whole, And show'd the movements of his inmost soul. Disclos'd machinery loses of its force: He felt the fact, and westward bent his course. James Wilson, a Pennsylvania lawyer. 2 5Daniel Roberdeau, a member of Congress, merchant of Philadel-phia, and a general of the militia; 2 6Doctor John Witherspoon, Doctor of Divinity, a member of Congress. 149 Princeton receiv'd him, bright amidst his flaws, And saw him labour in the good'old cause; Saw him promote the meritorious work, The hate of Kings, and glory of the Kirk; Excuse, each reverend Caledonian seer, Whose worth I own, whose learning I revere; Tour duty to.the Prince who f i l l s the throne, Tour liberal sentiments are fully known: Here in these lands start up a spurious brood, And boast themselves allied to you in blood; Think it not hard their faults i f I condemn: •Tis not with you I combat, but with them,27 Return we to the hero of our song: Who now but he the darling of the throng; Known in the pulpit by seditious toils; Grown Into consequence by c i v i l broils; Three times he tried, and miserably fail'd To overset the laws—the fourth prevail'd. Whether as tool he acted, or as guide* Is yet a doubt; his conscience must decide. Meanwhile unhappy Jersey mourns her thrall, Ordain'd by vilest of the vile to f a l l ; To f a l l by Witherspoon—0 name, the curse Of sound religion, and disgrace of verse* Member of Congress we must hail him next: Come out of Babylon, was now his text. Fierce as the fiercest, foremost of the fir s t , He'd r a i l at Kings, with venom well-nigh burst: Not uniformly grand—for some by end To dirtiest acts of treason he'd descend, I've known him seek the dungeon dark as night, Imprison'd Tories to convert or fright; Whilst to myself I've humm'd, in dismal tune, I'd rather be a dog than Witherspoon. Be patient, reader—for the issue trust, His day will come—remember, Heav'n is just. Yes, Heav'n is just—what then can they expect, Who/hot impell'd by violence of sect—• Bred up in doctrines eminently pure* Ihich loyalty i n s t i l l , and peace ensure-Yet idolize Rebellion's bleating calves, Or meanly split their principles in halves. The: loyalty of Scotland during the war was conspicuous. 150 Half priest, half presbyter* I "mourn thee, White J 6 0 Half whig, half tory* Smith, canst thou be right? 0 fools, to worship in forbidden ground, 0 worse than rebels, who your mother wound I What uproar now—what hideous monsters rush, Whose recreant looks put honour to the blush? Mixtures of pallid fear, and bloody rage* Like Banquo's ghost tremendous on the stage; These are from Georgia, from the southern sun; Swift as Achilles, not to fight, but run; Their hides a l l reeking from the British lash— Queer gen'rals—Moultrie, Lincoln, Elbert, Ash. 3 0 Bring up yon wretched solitary p a i r , 3 1 Mark'd with pride, malice, envy, rage, despair. Why are you bani3h*d from your comrades* tell? Will hone endure your company in hell? That a l l the fiends avoid your sight is plain, Infamous Reed, more infamous M'Eean. Is this the order of your rank agreed; Or i s i t base M'Kean, and baser Reed? Go, shunn'd of men, disown'd of devils, go, And traverse desolate the realms of woe. Ye pow'rs, what noise what execrable yel l l How now* Dick Peters, 3 2 hast thou emptied hell? Legions and shoals of a l l prodigious farms, Loud as the rattling of a thousand storms, Gorgons in look, and Caff res in address, Dutch, Yankles, Yellbw-wigs33 for audience press. Wretches, ushose acts the very French abhor;. Commissioners of loans, and boards of war, 28Biahop White, assistant minister of Philadelphia churches, chaplain of Congress. 2 9Boctor William Smith, Doctor of Divinity, provost of the college at Philadelphia. 3 0Rebel generals in the south* 3 1See Note 18* 3 2Richard Peters, Secretary of the Board of War of 1776, one of the members of the remodelled board of 1777. He became federal judge at Philadelphia. 33 The Scotch-Irish presbyterians of York and Cumberland, Pennsylvania. 151 Marine committees, commissaries, scribes, Assemblies, councils, senatorial tribes. Vain of their titles a l l attention claim; Proud of dishonour, glorying in their shame. Ask you the names of these egregious wights? I could as soon recount Glendower's sprites. Thick as musquitoes, venomously keen; Thicker than locusts, spoilers of the green; Swarming like maggots, who the carcass scour Of some poor ox, and as they crawl, devour; They'd mock the labour of a hundred pens: "Back, owly-headed monsters* to your dens." At length they're silene'd—Laurens* thou draw near; What I shall utter* thou attentive hear: I loathe a l l conference with thy boist'rous clan; But now with thee I ' l l argu as a man.2S4 What could incite, thee, Laurens, to rebel? Thy soul thou wouldst not for a t r i f l e s e l l . 'Twas not of pow'r the wild* insatiate lust; Mistaken as thou art, I deem thee just. Saw'st thou thy King tyrannically rule? Thou couldst not think it—thou art not a fool. Thou wast no bankrupt, no enthusiast thou; The clearness of thy fame e'en foes allow: For months I watch'd thee with a jealous eye, Yet could no turpitude of mind espy: In private l i f e I hold thee far from base; Thy public conduct wears another face. In thee a stern republican I view; This of thy actions is the only clew. Admit thy principles—I then demand, Could these give right to desolate a land? Could i t be right, with arbitrary will To fine, imprison, plunder, torture, kill*. Impose new oaths, make stubborn conscience yield* And force out thousands to the bloody field? Could i t be right to do these monstrous things* Because thy nature was averse to Kings? Well, but a stern republican thou art; Heav'n send thee soon to meet with thy desert! Thee, Laurens, foe to monarchy we ca l l . And thou, OT legal g-overnment must f a l l . Who wept for. Cato, was not Cato's friend; Who pitied Brutus, Brutus would offend; So, Laurens, to conclude my grave harangue, I would not pity tho' I saw thee hang. Henry Laurens, wealthy Carolinian merchant, former president of Congress; 152 Bless me I what formidable figure's this, That interrupts my words with saucy hiss? She seems at least a woman by her face, With harlot smiles adorn'd and winning grace: A glittering gorget on her breast she wears; The shining silver two inscriptions bears; Servant of Servants, in a laurel wreath, But Lord of Lords is written underneath. A flowing robe, that reaches to her heels, From sight the foulness of her shape conceals, She holds with poison'd darts a quiver stor'd Circean potions, and a flaming sword. This is Democracy—the case is plain; She comes attended by a motley train: Addresses to the people some unfold; Rods, scourges, fetters, axes, others hold; The sorceress waves her magic wand about* And models at her will the rabble rout; Here Violence puts on a close disguise And Public Spirit's character belies. The dress of Policy see Cunning steal, And Persecution wear the coat of Zeal; Hypocrisy Religion's garb assume, Fraud Virtue strip, and figure in her room; With other changes tedious to relate A l l emblematic of our present state. 3 5 She calls the nations—Lo! in crowds they sup Intoxication from her golden cup. Joy to my heart, and pleasure to my eye, A chosen phalanx her attempts defy: In rage she rises and her arrows throws; 0 a l l ye saints and angels interpose! Amazement! every shaft is spent i n vain; The sons of Truth inviolate remain. Invulnerable champions, sacred band, Behind the shield of Loyalty they stand; Unhurt, unsullied they maintain their ground, And a l l the host of heav'n their praises sound. Yet too, too many feel her baneful spell; Bleed by her shafts, or by her venom swell. The cruel plague assaults each vital part; Arise, some sage of Esculapian art! Thee, Inglis* wise physician, thee I urge; 3 6 Apart from New England, the idea of democracy was not popular at the beginning of the war. °°Rev. Dr. Inglis, Rector of New York, one of the refugees who settled in Nova Scotia and became Bishop in that province. 153 Direct the diet thou, prepare the purge. Thou to the bottom probe the dangerous sore, And i n the wound the friendly balsam pour. Enough for me the caustic to apply, Twinge the proud flesh, and draw the face awry: Thou, cure the parts which I have forc'd to feel; I make the patient smart, but thou canst heal; Part III When the wise ruler of Flubdubdrib's isle Had entertain*d Sir Gulliver awhile* With various spectacles of ancient days, Kings crown'd with gold, and poets deck'd with bays; Sages with pupils, tyrants with their slaves, Heroes and traitors, senators and knaves; When each instructive lesson was express*d, And the rich banquet had suffic*d the guest: Then wav'd the great controuler of the dead His magic ens ign, and the vision fled. Have we less pow'r o'er that infernal crew Which lately pass*d before us in review? Our invocation summon*d up the pack: Our potent word can send them headlong back. Ye coxcomb Congressmen, declaimers keen, Brisk puppets of the Philadelphia scene; Ye numerous chiefs, who can or cannot fight; Ye curious scribes, who can or cannot write; Ye lawyers who, for law, confusion teach; Ye preachers who, for gospel, discord preach; Statesmen, who rule as none~e'er ruled before,— Mark, I dismiss you to the Stygian shore: Away, fantastic, visionary throngI Come, sober Reason, and direct the song. But what can reason in a world like this? For one that plauds her, millions hate and hiss. She shines, *tis true, with ever blooming charms; Peace in her look, and pleasure in her arms; But not a guinea has she to bestow, And men avoid her as a mortal foe. Who without wealth would take her for a bride? James Smith from childhood has her pow'r defied; 3 7 ° 'James Smith of York County, Pennsylvania* a lawyer and member of Congress, 154 Hartley 3 8 and Dickinson, 3 9 as best may suit, With, or without her, by the hour dispute; 'Tis said that once, on Burgoyne's strange affair, She spake her mind, and made the Congress stare: Perhaps with Laurens, (did not Laurens sell His virtue for a name)* she'd love to dwell. Amidst the war of words, the roar of lungs; The barbarous outcry of confederate tongues, Seditious, busy, turbulent, and bold; Votes to be bought, opinions to be sold* What chance has Reason?—her soft voice in vain May plead, lament, expostulate,, complain; With heav'n-born eloquence should angels speak, Against the crisis Heav'n itself were weak: Howl, a l l ye fiends."and a l l ye devils, bawl. Will. Henry Drayton4*3 shall outdo you a l l . When ci v i l madness first from man to man In these devoted climes like wildfire ran; There were who gave the moderating hint, In conversation some, and same in print: Wisely they spake, and what.was their reward? The tar, the r a i l , the prison, and the cord; Ev'n now there are, who bright in Reason's dress Watch the polluted Continental press: Confront the lies that Congress sends abroad; Expose the sophistry, detect the fraud. Truth's genuine maxims forcibly display: Chandler and Coxe are proofs of what I say. 4l But knights of old, who wander'd thro* the world, And f e l l destruction on enchanters hurl'd; Slew fiery dragons, giants overcame, And sav'd from ruin many a peerless dame; Play'd not so deep, so desperate a stake, As he who draws the pen for Virtue's sake. For once the monster slain, the spell was broke; And joy succeeded to the daring stroke: 3 8Colonel Thomas Hartley of Chambersburg, a lawyer, and rebel cononel. 3 9John Dickinson* member of Congress. 4 0William Henry Drayton, member of Congress. 41 Rev. Dr. Samuel Chandler, when driven from New Jersey, took up residence.in England. 155 The ladies bless'd their lovers with their charms, And the knight rested from his feats of arms. But error may not with such ease be quell*d; She rallies fresh her force tho* oft repell'd. Cut, hack*d, and mangled, she denies to yield, And strait returns with vigour to the field: Champions of truth, our efforts are in vain; Fast as we slay, the foe revives again. Vainly th' enchanted castle we surprize; Hew monsters hiss, and new enchantments rise. Was Samuel Adams to become a ghost, Another Adams would assume his post: 4 2 Was bustling Hancock number*d with the dead, Another f u l l as wise might raise his head: What i f the sands of Laurens now were run, How should we miss him—has he not a son? Or what i f Washington should close his scene, Could none succeed him?—Is there not a Green? Knave after knave as easy we could join* As new emissions of the paper coin. When it became the high United States To send their envoys to Versailles* proud gates, Were not three ministers produc'd at once? Delicious group—fanatic, deist, dunce. And what i f Lee, and what i f Silas f e l l , 4 3 Or what i f Franklin should go down to h e l l ; 4 4 Why should we grieve? the land, 'tis understood, Can furnish hundreds, equally as good. When like a h i l l oonvuls'd, whose womb has nurs'd Internal fires, the constitution burst; 4 5 What strange varieties we daily saw— What prodigies of policy and law! See in committees Ignorance preside; Conventions met, and Folly was their guide; John Adams, an ardent worker for American independence, 43 Lee and Silas Deane, Commissioners in France. ^Benjamin Franklin, 45 A probable reference to ;the Pennsylvania Constitution of 1776 made under Samuel Adams, opposed by many Whigs, and eventually abandoned. 156 Plan follow'd plan, f i r s t , second, and the third, More barb'roue who can say* or more absurd; With f u l l consent, poor Reason was dethron'd; The mad-man govern* d, and the wise man groan*d, But why blot paper with these idle schemes? Or why enumerate undigested dreams? Expose an opal to the solar ray, And mark the beams that momentary play: See the gay stone, in mimic robes array'd, Glow in the red or in the purple fade; In swift progression vary to the sight, And run thro' a l l the different'modes of light. Go then, and count the colours as they rise; Tell, i f t hou canst, the numbers of the dyes; Each combination of the fluid mass; Nor let the shifting of a sun-beam pass. This once accomplish'd, thy sagacious pen May note the phrenzies of impatient men, The bands of faith and loyalty who break, And roam "the fields of popular mistake. Truce with these flow'rs—the Times are out of joint; Hence trifling—ccme we closer to the point: Some muse attendant on th' eternal Zing, Truth's radiant mirror for my guidance bring. I ask not now the thunder and the fire; The s t i l l small voice is a l l that I desire. Stand forth, Taxation—kindler of the flame; Inexplicable question, doubtful claim: Suppose the right in Britain to be clear; Britain was mad to exercise i t here. Call i t unjust, or, if-.you please, unwise; The Colonists were mad?in arms to rise: Impolitic, and open to abuse, How could i t answer—what could i t produce? No need for furious demagogues to chafe; America was jealous, and was safe. Secure she stood in national alarms, And Madness only would have flown to arms. Arms could not help the tribute, nor confound: Self-slain i t must have tumbled to the ground. Impossible the scheme should e'er succeed. Why l i f t the spear against a brittle reed? But arm they would, ridiculously brave; Good laughter, spare me; I would fain be grave: So arm they did—the knave led on the fool; Good anger, spare me; I would fain be cool: Mixtures were seen amazing in their kind; Extravagance with cruelty was joined. The presbyterian with the convict march'd; 157 The meeting-house was thinn'd, the gaol was search'd: Servants were seiz'd, apprentices e n r o l l ' d ; Youth guarded not the boy, hor age the o l d : Tag, rag, and b o b t a i l issued on the f o e , Marshal • d by g enerals —Ewing, Rob erdeau. This was not R e a s o n — t h i s was wildest rage, To make the land one m i l i t a r y stage: The strange r e s o l v e , obtain'd the Lord knows how, Which f o r c ' d the farmer t o forsake the plough; Bade tradesmen mighty warriors to become, And lawyers quit the parchment f o r the drum; To f i g h t they knew not why, they knew not what; Was surely Madness - Reason i t was h o t . Next independence came, that German charm, 4 7 Of pow'r to save from -violence and harm; That curious o l i o v i l e compounded d i s h , Like salmagundy, neither f l e s h nor f i s h ; That brazen serpent, r a i s ' d on Freedom's pole, To render a l l who look upon i t whole; That half-dressed i d o l of the western shore, A l l rags behind, a l l elegance before; That c o n j ' r e r , which conveys away your gold, And gives you paper i n i t s stead t o hold. Heav'ns! how my breast has swell»d with p a i n f u l throb To view the phrenzy of the cheated mob: True sons of l i b e r t y i n f l a t t e r i n g thought; But r e a l slaves to basest bondage brought: F r a n t i c as Bacchanals i n ancient times, They rush'd to perpetrate the worst of crimes; Chas'd peace, chas'd order from each bless'd abode; While Reason stood abash'd, and F o l l y crow'd. Now, now erect the r i c h triumphal gate; The French a l l i a n c e comes i n solemn state: H a i l to the master-piece of madness, h a i l ; The head o f glory w i t h a serpent's t a i l ! This s e a l s , America, thy wretched doom: Here, L i b e r t y , survey thy destin'd tomb: Behold, the temple of t y r a n n i c sway Is now complete—ye deep-ton'd organs, play; Proclaim thro' a l l the land that Louis r u l e s ; — Worship your s a i n t , ye giddy-headed f o o l s . 'General Ewing of Cumberland County, Pennsylvania. The Germans were known for t h e i r f a i t h i n s p e l l s and charms. 158 Illustrious guardians of the laurel h i l l , Excuse this warmth, these sallies of the quill: I would be temperate, but severe disdain Calls for the lash whene'er I check the rein I would be patient, but the teazing smart Of insects makes the fiery courser start, I wish*d for Season in her calmest mood, In vain—the cruel subject fires my blood. When thro' the land the dogs of havock roar, And the torn country bleeds in every pore* •Tis hard to keep the sober line of thought: The brain turns round with such ideas fraught. Rage makes a weapon blunt as mine to pierce, And indignation gathers in the verse. More yet remains, of sense and honour stained; Conventions broken; flags of truce detained: A thousand foolish freaks my wrath provoke; A thousand culprits ought to feel my stroke To treat of villains were exceeding hard, And not to mention once thy name, Gerard, 8 But *twere the work of Hercules to sweep Prom the rank stable this enormous heap. Such are the times—Cease, useless Satire, cease J Each moment dire barbarities increase. Ev*n while I write, a monster fierce and huge Has fix»d his station in the land of Googe; Virginian caitiffI Jefferson by name;49 Perhaps from Jefferies sprung of rotten fame. His savage letter all. belief exceeds, And Congress glories in his brutal deeds. In the dark dungeon Hamilton is thrown:50 The virtuous hero there disdains to groan: There with his brave companions, faithful friends, Th' approaching hour in silence he attends, When, with his oouncil, shall the wretch expire Or by the British* or celestial f i r e l 4 8Gerard, French ambassador to the rebel Congress. 4 9See note 20. Virginia referred to as "the land of Googe" because Lieutenant Governor Gooch, a friend to Presbyterianism, was unpopular with those loyal to Church and king for consenting to an act of which they disapproved. 50Henry Hamilton, Major-Commandant at Fort Detroit, surprised by rebels, was imprisoned at Williamsburg, 159 01 may that hour be soon, for pity's sake, Genius of Britain, from thy slumber wake, Too long has Mercy spoke, but spoke in vain: Let Justice now in awful terror reign. Am I deoeiv'd, or see I in the east Tenfold the radiance of the day increased? Britannia's guardian angel greets my eye, In a l l th! unclouded lustre of the sky. See his right hand a two edg'd weapon wield: The double cross shines brilliant on his shield; Hear him, ye just, and in his words rejoice: Ye hearts of rancour, tremble at his voice. "Yet, yet a l i t t l e , and the door of grace Must close for ever on an impious race: The sun that visits these unhappy climes, Is weary to behold incessant crimes: Angels, appointed from the Throne divine To guard the land, their hopeless charge resign: No more their gentle pleadings interpose; Yet, yet a l i t t l e , and the door shall close; •Ohgrateful country, by my arms secur'dj In thy behalf * a t have I not endur'd? When from my grasp the Sceptre thou wouldst rend— From me, thy patron, thy protecting friend—• Did I not check my thunder in mid-air; Far less inclin'd to punish than to spare? Have I not labour*d ceaseless to reclaim Thy frantic sons from misery and shame? With bounty carried to excess I strove Thy doubts, however causeless, to remove: As speaks a father to his only child, Amidst repeated provocations mild; So have I wlsh'd thy errors to forgive, And bid thee turn from wickedness, and live. For this thy malice, swelling like a flood, Has overpass'd a l l bounds, and foam'd with blood. Outrage has follow'd outrage, shocking sight! And streets have echoed, pulpits teem'd with spite. The raving calumny, the dirty l i e , Treaeh'rous escape, assassination sly; A l l monstrous crimes, which fiends themselves reject Within thy walls claim'd honour and respect. Whatever honest, peaceable, or pure, Dwelt in thy reach, to.feel tby.hate.was sure: The virtuous man was odious to the cause, And he who sinn'd the most, gain'd most applause. 160 At length the day of Vengeance is at hand: Th' exterminating Angel takes his stand: Hear the last summons* rebels* and relent: Yet but a moment is there to repent. Loi the great Searcher ready at the door, Who means decisively to purge his floor: Yes, the wise Sifter now prepares the fan To separate the meal from useless bran. Down to the centre from his burning ire Ye foes of goodness and of truth, retire: And ye* who now l i e humbled in the dust* Shall raise your heads, ye loyal and ye just; Th' approving sentence of your Sov'reign gain, And shine refulgent as the starry train. Then, when eternal justice is appeas'd; When with due vengeance heav'n and earth are pleas'd; America, from dire pollution clear'd, Shall flourish yet again, belov'd, rever'd: In duty's lap her growing sons be nurs'd, And her last days be happier than her first.** 161 /Source: Moses Coit T y l e r , L i t e r a r y History of the  American Revolution I I (New York, Putnam, 1897), pp. 127-128; Date: 1779J THE OLD YEAR AND THE NEW: A PROPHECY nWhat though, l a s t year be past and gone, .. Why should we grieve or mourn about i t ? As good a year i s now begun, And b e t t e r , too, — l e t no one doubt i t . •Tis New Year's morn; why should we part? Why not enjoy what heaven has sent us? Let wine expand the s o c i a l heart. Let f r i e n d s , and mirth, and wine content us. "War's rude alarms disturbed l a s t year; . Our country bled and wept around us; But t h i s each honest heart s h a l l cheer, And peace and plenty s h a l l surround us. "Last year 'King Congo,' through the land, Displayed h i s t h i r t e e n s t r i p e s to f r i g h t us; But George's power, i n Clinton's hand, In t h i s New Year s h a l l surely r i g h t us. "Last year saw many honest men . Torn from each dear and sweet connection; But t h i s s h a l l see them_hpme again And happy i n t h e i r king's p r o t e c t i o n . "Last year v a i n Frenchmen braved our coasts, . And b a f f l e d Howe,, and 'scaped from Byron; But t h i s s h a l l bring t h e i r vanquished hosts To crouch beneath the B r i t i s h l i o n . "Last year r e b e l l i o n proudly stood, E l a t e , i n her meridian glory; But t h i s s h a l l quench her p r i d e i n b l o o d , — '- George w i l l avenge each martyred Tory. "Then bring us wine, f u l l bumpers bring; H a i l t h i s New Year i n j o y f u l chorus; God bless great George our gracious king, And crush r e b e l l i o n down before us. •T i s New Year's morn; vftxy should we part? Why not enjoy what heaven has sent us? Let wine expand the s o c i a l heart, Let f r i e n d s , and mirth, and wine content u s . " l ^ h i s poem i s to be found i n Loyal Verses, pp. 99-101. Although Sargent does not a t t r i b u t e i t t o Odell, T y l e r f e e l s that i t must surely have been w r i t t e n by him; 162 BIBLIOGRAPHY PRIMARY SOURCES Manuscripts Odell Collect ion in the Hew Brunswick Museum, Saint John. Periodicals and Newspapers Jack, David Russell, ed. Acadienais; A Quarterly devoted to the Interests of the Maritime Provinces. 8 vols. 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