Before Quebec he chased the flying foe,
And quick as lightning struck their fatal blow-
By active valour made the day his own,

And lived to see the numerous foe o'erthrown.
Crown'd by just Victory, drew his latest breath-
As wont to smile on danger, smiled on death:
And having bravely for his country fought,
Died nobly as he wished, and calmly as he ought.
The troops around him shar'd a generous grief,
And, while they gather'd laurels, wept their chief-
Their chief, to whom the great Montcalm gave way,
And fell, to raise the honours of the day.

Occasioned by the departure of the British from Charlestown, December 14, 1782.-From the Freeman's Journal, or North American Intelligencer, February 19, 1783.

His triumphs of a moment done,

His race of desolation run,

The Briton, yielding to his fears,
To other shores with sorrow steers.

To other shores and coarser climes
He goes, reflecting on his crimes.
His broken oaths, a murder'd Hayne,
And blood of thousands spilt in vain.
To Cooper's stream advancing slow,
Ashley no longer tells his woe-
No longer mourns his limpid flood-
Discolour'd deep with human blood.
Lo! where those social streams combine,
Again the friends of freedom join-

And, while they point where once they bled,
Rejoice to find their tyrants fled.

Since memory paints that dismal day
When British squadrons held the sway,
And, circling close, on every side,
By sea and land retreat denied.

Shall she recall that mournful scene,
And not the virtues of a Greene ?-
Who, great in war-in danger tried-
Has won the day and crush'd their pride.
Through barren wastes and ravaged lands
He led his bold undaunted bands:
Through sickly climes his standard bore,
Where never army march'd before.

By fortitude, with patience join'd,
(The virtues of a noble mind,)

He spread, where'er our wars are known,
His country's honour, and his own,

Like Hercules, his generous plan,
Was to redress the wrongs of men:
Like him, accustom'd to subdue,

He freed the world from monsters too.

Through every want and every ill
We saw him persevering still:

Through autumn's damp and summer's heat,
Till his great purpose was complete.

Like the bold eagle from the skies-
That stoops to seize his trembling prize,
He darted on the slaves of kings,
At Camden plains and Eutaw springs.

Ah! had our friends, that led the fray,
Survived the ruins of that day,
We should not damp our joy with pain,
Nor sympathising now complain.
Strange! that of those who nobly dare,
Death always claims so large a share;
That those of feelings most refined
Are soonest to the grave consign'd.
But fame is theirs, and future days
On pillar'd brass shall tell their praise;
Shall tell, when cold neglect is dead,
"These for their country fought and bled."

193 ON THE DEATH OF HIS EXCELLENCY, GENERAL MONTGOMERY.

From the New York Gazetteer, and the Weekly Mercury.-February 19, 1776.

WHAT mean those tears, that thus effusive flow?
Why throbs each breast with agonizing woe?
Montgomery's dead!-a name by all rever'd?
By patriots lov'd—by dastard tyrants fear'd.
For this, did he embark in freedom's cause!
Nobly supporting our expiring laws?
Was it for this he left his native home,
The frozen wilds of Canada to roam?

For this he toil'd to execute the plan,

Which prov'd the hero-prov'd too clear, the man?
Alas, too clear!-on Abraham's hapless plain,
Where brave Montcalm, and braver Wolfe, was slain.
There view the wise, the valiant, and the just;
There Roman greatness mingles with the dust,

No more to war, the drum or fife shall raise
That head, encircled with immortal bays!
No more shall troops, with Roman courage fir'd,
With ardent zeal and liberty inspir'd,

Led on by him, embattled hosts engage;
For O! he's dead-the hero of the age!
When Cato fell, Rome mourn'd the fatal blow;
Wolfe's death bid streams of British tears to flow:
Why then should freemen stop the friendly tear,
Or ever blush to weep for one so dear?

O! no-for him, with sighs our bosoms heave,
And with the bay we now the cypress weave.
And O! while valour, virtue, we revere,
Or unsuccessful merit claims a tear,

To brave Montgomery we that tear will give:
His name with Cato's and with Wolfe's shall live.

From the New York Journal, or the General Advertiser.-June 27, 1776.
From the Pennsylvania Journal.

AT length, with generous indignation fired,
By freedom's noblest principles inspired,
The continental spirit blazes high,
And claims its right of Independency!
Virginia hail! Thou venerable state!

In arms and council still acknowledged great!
When lost Britannia in an evil hour,
First tried the steps of arbitrary power,*
Thy foresight then the Continent alarm'd,
Thy gallant temper every bosom warm'd.-

* Time of the Stamp-Act.

And now when Britain's mercenary bands Bombard our cities, desolate our lands,

(Our prayers unanswer'd, and our tears in vain,)
While foreign cut-throats crowd th' ensanguined plain;
Thy glowing virtue caught the glorious flame,
And first renounced the cruel tyrant's name!
With just disdain, and most becoming pride
Further dependence on the crown denied!

Whilst freedom's voice can in these wilds be heard, Virginia's patriots shall be still revered.

195 THE PILOT OF HATTERAS.

BY CAPT. PHILIP FRENEAU.

From the Freeman's Journal, or the North American Intelligencer-December 9, 1789.

IN fathoms four, the anchor gone,

While here we furl the sail,

No longer vainly labʼring on
Against the western gale;

Whilst here thy bare and barren cliffs,
O Hatteras, I survey,

And shallow grounds and broken reefs,
What shall provoke my lay?

The Pilot comes-from yonder sands
He shoves his bark so frail,

And, hurrying on, with busy hands,
Employs both oar and sail.
Beneath his own unsettled sky
Content to pass his years,
No other shores delight his eye,
No prowling foe he fears.