AN ADDRESS, &c.

66 Experience teaches, from EFFECTS alone, "The works of Deity in part are known.

"As time rolls on, with raptur'd eye, behold, "The laws of nature constantly unfold! "Behold Galvani's vivid, viewless flame, "Bids mimic life resuscitate the frame "Of man deceas'd;-the vital lamp to burn,

"With transitory glow, in death's cold urn. "See POINTED METALS, blest with power

t'appease

"The ruthless rage of merciless disease,
"O'er the frail part a subtil fluid pour,
"Drench'd with invisible Galvanic shower,
"Till the arthritic, staff and crutch forego,
"And leap exulting like the bounding roe!'

"What, though the causes may not be explain'd.

"Since these EFFECTS are duly ascertain❜d,

AN ADDRESS, &c.

"Let not self-interest, prejudice, or pride,

"Induce mankind to set the means aside:

"Means, which, though simple, are by Heav'n

design'd,

"To mitigate the woes of human kind; "Life's darkest scenes with radiant light to

cheer,

Wipe from the cheek of agony the tear."

Blest be his Memory, who, in happy hour,

Gave to humanity this wond'rous power;
Friend to the wretched, time shall write thy

name,

A second Howard, on the rolls of fame.

When late the Fiend of Pestilence could boast,
His power resistless o'er the western coast,
Poison'd the air with fell mephitic breath,
Gave countless thousands to the realms of death:
Unmov'd by fear, though relatives implore,

Mov'd by no claim, save pity for the poor,

AN ADDRESS, &c.

Thou didst, humane, with god-like aim essay, By medicine's power, his fury to allay;

But soon COLUMBIA mourn'd a PERKINS' doom,

Which swell'd the triumph of the sateless tomb.*

Ye too, ye honour'd, philanthropic few, The Muse shall weave her brightest wreaths for

you,

Who in HUMANITY's bland cause, unite,
Nor heed the shafts by interest aim'd, or spite;
Like the great pattern of Benevolence,
Hygeia's blessings to the poor dispense;
And, though oppos'd by folly's servile brood,
ENJOY THE LUXURY OF DOING GOOD.

It may not be universally known, that Dr. ELISHA PERKINS, the inventor of the Metalic Tractors, and the father of the present proprietor, fell a sacrifice to his benevolent attempt to afford medical assistance to the poor, afflicted with that dreadful scourge, the yellow fever, which prevailed at New York, in the year 1799.

THE subsequent Satires, which I have entitled "Political Squibs," contain many local and personal allusions, which may, perhaps, be thought of little interest to the English Reader: but, as they exhibit characteristic traits of some of the heads of a Faction, who, in America (like those in France) have in part, succeeded by practising arts to which no gentleman, nor man of honour, would conde-, scend to stoop; and as they give a sort of a prospectus of the evils to which every government is liable, where an universal suffrage in the choice of rulers is allowed, the author conceives that they may not be deemed unworthy of the attention of the Philosopher, the Politician, and the Philanthro pist of this or any other country.

POLITICAL SQUIBS.

SIMON SPUNKEY'S PLAUSIVE POEM,

Inscribed to a certain

COLONEL CANDIDATE;

Or, Would-be Member of Congress.*

66 ARMA VIRUMQUE CANO."

I SING the idol of a party,

A factious demagogue, as hearty,
As ever hung, or lost his head,
Since merry days of Johnny Cade.

*The hero, celebrated in this and the next subsequent poem, is the gentleman of spitting-memory, of whom we have before made honourable mention. [See p. .] These addresses were written in the year 1797, while this our pa triot was taking measures to crowd himself into a station,