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GEORGE III.

King of Great Britain.

Published Feby 1.1792. by Mefs Robinsons Paternofter Row.

Then since on all things vanity's inscribed,
And friends must fall and moulder in the dust,
Let's look beyond this transitory scene,
To our Almighty never-dying friend,
The great, the glorious Saviour of mankind.

On hearing that Mr. Fox was appointed Prime Minişter of Great Britain.

Ye sons of freedom now beware

For Fox from North has got the chair; In flattering strains he talks of peace, But let their Fox ne'er prove us geese, June, 1782.

An Epigram on King George the Third, on his ac-
knowledging the Independence of the United States.
England's third George, how full of grace
He's now inclined to be;

He snores no more, but now awakes,
And says we may be free.

His heart waxed soft like Egypt's king,
To let the people go,

But by the proof his life doth bring,
His head was always so.

On seeing a Pig marked with thirteen stripes, emblematical of the American Colours, which at that time displayed that number of stripes.

What virtuous man can ever be
Opposed to free America;

Which brutes do honour all they can-
Shall they upbraid ungrateful man?
For now at Charleston may be seen

A Pig that's marked with stripes thirteen.

On hearing of the death of the above mentioned Pig.

Alas! poor Murfy now is dead!

I hope he always was well fed;

For he would ne'er his colours strike

To any foe, by day or night:

His worth increased while he had breath,
Nor ceased to serve us after death.

On viewing fifteen Stacks of Wheat, on the heights at Brunswick.

There's federal hats,
And federal caps,

And many a federal thing that's new;
And why not federal stack-yards too?
Columbia's sons go hand in hand,
They are a truly federal band,
Where'er we walk, in street or green,
Some emblem of their union's seen;
But none so pleasing or complete
As fifteen stately Stacks of Wheat,*
Which now on Brunswick's heights appear,
And more than stripes or stars do cheer.

July 23d, 1791.

*There were then fifteen states in the Union.

Jack's Reflections on seeing a House at Anchor.

What's this I see? a house at anchor,
Not rigged, nor have the lubbers planked her;*
They cannot, sure, fear shoals or rocks,
Whilst thus she's fast upon the stocks-
When launched and cabin has good store in,
"Twill then be time to think of mooring.
She looms quite large, a double-decker;
Must be taught gale to overset her.
But 'vast, what's this has been to pay?
Her upper works have given way:
I think her owners might afford,
To keep a petty watch on board;
A hand or two that's strohg and able,
If storm should rise, to pay out cable.

The Challenge.t

Courtney sent Bompard a challenge,
Bompard soon did Courtney manage;
He could not stand the Frenchman's fire,
Hot breakfasts he does not admire ;
His laurels fade, he bore away—
Bompard pursued, and gained the day.
May all such boasters as Courtney,
Remember August, ninety-three.

*A new building not yet weather-boarded. An anchor was put out prevent its being blown down, as the frame was large and high. +Bompard commanded a French frigate, and lay at anchor in NewYork Harbour; Courtney commanded an English frigate, and was eruising off Sandy-Hook: their vessels were nearly of an equal size. The battle commenced at nine o'clock in the morning.

On hearing of an insurrection in Pennsylvania, occasioned by a tax on Whiskey.

Life without freedom is no blessing,

Nor all earth's treasures worth possessing;
For none are happy but the free,

Bliss must flow from liberty.

E'en life, and wealth, and all we prize,
For freedom we should sacrifice.

But sure that people must be tipsey,
Who say they'll fight and die for whiskey..

Acrostic.

A pretty charming little creature,
N eat and complete in every feature,
Now at New-Windsor may be seen,
All beauteous in her air and mien.
Birth and power, wealth or fame,
R ise not to view when her we name.
E very virtue in her shine,

Wisely nice, but not o'er fine.

S he has a soul that's great, 'tis said, Though small's the body of this maid; E 'en though the casket is but small, Reason proclaims the jewel's all. October 8th, 1794.

The above lines were written after spending an evening with Miss Brewster. At the time I saw her she was twenty-four years old, and measured only two feet eight inches in height; all the features of her face, her air, her mien, together with her neat fashionable dress, were expressive of the woman. She was handsome and well proportioned, and very agreeable in conversation, and appeared to possess a great degree of sensibility. She did not inerease in size after she was five years of age. At the time General Washington was encamped at New-Windsor, Mrs. Washington gave Miss Brewster an invitation to apend an afternoon with her; but she supposing it proceeded rather from curiosity than respect, refused to go: but notwithstanding this, on Mrs. Washington's hearing of her very amiable character, she prevailed on her to become one of her family.

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