'The Wonders of Redeeming Love

was?

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ib.

On reading a piece, the signature of which was

Clitus's Ghost

On Paine's Letter to General Washington

On hearing of the marriage of Mr. Gray to Miss Clay 43

The Gun Boat Fleet in a Mill Pond

On Bonaparte's Marriage

The Census

Epigram on reading an ill-natured Criticism

A Dialogue between a Stranger and a Citizen

The Standard

The Dutch Orange

The Jersey Light house

On the late Peace with England

The Medical Dispensary

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Longing after brighter views of the Great Creator

On viewing a Mound in Cincinnati

Acrostic on the State of Ohio

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Epigram on King George the Fourth

On viewing the Falls of Ohio

On Friendship

The Patriarch Joseph's Soliloquy

Turkish cruelties on the Island of Scio

On Intemperance

Journal

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POEMS.

Acrostic.

appear.

Great noble Chief, thy venerable name
Ever shall shine first on the roll of fame;
Of thee the ages yet unborn shall sing,
Resound thy praise, whilst Britain mourns her king.
Glory to thee, great leader of a train,
Engaged the cause of freedom to maintain;
Whilst with thee blest, what tyrants need we fear?
A nd Heaven in smiles bids thee at helm
S lavery herself with her perfidious band,
Heartless appears in freedom's happy land.
Immortal honours shall thy name secure,
N ever to fail, whilst Sun and Moon endure.
Great heroes, kings, to honour shall combinet
The greatest, best, and worthiest, of mankind.
Old Greece and Rome, who mighty heroes sang,
N ever produced so great, so good a man.

The above was written, Nov. 10. 1781, soon after Lord Cornwallis with his army, had surrendered to General Washington, in Yorktown, Virginia.

+ Soon after the close of the revolutionary war, Frederick, King of Prussia, made a present of an elegant sword to General Washington, on which was the following inscription:

From the oldest General in Europe,
To the greatest General in the World.

On the death of Captain Peter Voorhees.
Alas! grim death has caused us to deplore
The brave, intrepid Voorhees, now no more;
He's gone! we grieve, the generous youth has fled,
Untimely sent to number with the dead;

Just as gay pleasure, dressed in all her charms,
With youth and beauty, fearless of alarms,
Sat smiling by the youthful soldier's side;
But death, ah cruel death! it him denied!
Just in his bloom to death become a prey,
His icy hand no longer would delay.

So the loved meads, which flourish in the vale,
All gay appear, waved by each gentle gale;
But when the mower with his scythe comes on,
He cuts they fall-and all their beauty's gone.
Long, long, blest shade, will freedom's sons admire.
The virtues which did once thy breast inspire.
Thy aged mother mourns her absent son,
And sorrowing goes e'er since the deed was done;
Thy beauteous sister, too, with grief o'erspread,
Laments, alas! her friend, her brother dead;
She with the hapless maid* whom thou designed
E'er now in love's blest nuptials to have joined;
Together oft lament thy cruel fate,

As the fond turtle mourns her absent mate.
But why lament the Sun, though set so soon?
Since spotless laurels deck the hero's tomb;
He stands aloft high on the roll of fame.
Voorhees, brave Voorhees, yes, that is a name
To Patriots dear, and New-Brunswick's boast;
Defending which he fell by Britain's host:†

* Captain Voorhees was engaged to be married to an amiable young lady.

He was killed on the 25th day of October, 1779, within half a mile of New-Brunswick, by a party of English horsemen, commanded by Major Stewart; Col. Simcoe, who had commanded them, having been previously taken prisoner by the author, who has given a particular account of Simcoe's expedition in his journal.

Those cruel tyrants bravely did oppose,
Has oft in battle dealt them deadly blows;
All toils and hardships freely did endure,
'Gainst savage tribes his country to secure:
But now we trust his soul has gone to rest,
In realms above, and happy with the blest
Angelic host, from war and tyrants free,
In bliss complete, where all is harmony.
O! may we meet again on that blest shore,
And join in hymns of praise to part no more.
Nov. 10, 1779.

Simcoe's Expedition occasioned the following Lines.
His object was New-Jersey's favorite son,
The great, the patriotic Livingston;*

Howe and his minions wished to lay him low,
To stop the gall which from his pen did flow:
But yet fair freedom's son in safety stands,
Whilst Britain's Champion now is in our hands;
And in this great, this daring enterprise,
Brave Simcoe quickly fell a sacrifice.

On hearing the Militia called in derision Jobunkers.
Militia men are honored still,
E'er since the battle of Bunker's-hill;
Renowned in arms, these sons of fame,
Jobunkers they are called by name,
In memory of that brave exploit,

Where Britons, though not vanquished quite,
Were forced that day to agree

As slaves we ne'er would conquered be.

Sept. 15, 1778.

*He was then Governor of the state of New-Jersey,

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