"Roar louder, ye winds! spread destruction around! "Let thunders, loud bellowing, shake the firm pole, "Let earthquakes impel e'en the shuddering ground, "To mimick the passions which torture my soul! "Ah, Cleon! thou false, thou perfidious swain, "My spectre shall haunt thee in Night's silent gloom." She spake; then precipitant plung'd in the main, And sought for repose in the cold watery tomb! HORACE SURPASSED; OR, A BEAUTIFUL DESCRIPTION OF A NEW ENGLAND COUNTRY-DANCE. 'Jam satis terris, nivis atque diræ," &c. HOW funny 'tis, when pretty lads and lasses High bucks and ladies, standing in a row all, Brimful of rapture. * The soldiers, who enlisted during the American re volutionary war were termed "Continentals." Thus poets tell us how one Mister Orpheus New Holland fiddle. Spruce our gallants are, essenc'd with pomatum, Heads powder'd white as Killington-Peak snow storm :* Ladies, how brilliant, fascinating creatures, All silk and muslin ! But now behold a sad reverse of fortune, Life's brightest scenes are checker'd with disaster, Clumsy Charles Clumfoot treads on Tabby's gown, and Tears all the tail off! Stop, stop the fiddler, all away this racket- Pigeons affrighted! * Killington Peak. The summit of the green moun tains in Vermont is so called. Ꭰ Not such the turmoil, when the sturdy farmer Sees turbid whirlwinds beat his oats and rye down, And the rude hail-stones, big as pistol-bullets, Dash in his windows! Though 'twas unhappy, never seem to mind it, Drown the misfortune. Willy Wagnimble dancing with Flirtilla, Benny Bamboozle cuts the drollest capers, Forty Dutch horses! See Angelina lead the mazy dance down, How my heart flutters, while my tongue pro |