STUCK UP AT New York on the 25th of August, 1780 [BY JOSEPH STANSBURY] Has the Marquis la Fayette Says Clinton to the wise heads around him: And likewise the cattle-confound him! Besides he now goes Just under your nose, To burn all the houses to cinder. If that be his project, It is not an object Worth a great man's attempting to hinder. For forage and house I care not a louse; For revenge let the Loyalists bellow. I swear I'll not do more To keep them in humor, Than play on my violoncello. Since Charles Town is taken, 'Twill sure save my bacon: I can live a whole year on that same, sir. At night, concert or play; So a fig for those men that dare blame, sir. If growlers complain I inactive remain, Will do nothing, nor let any others; 'Tis sure no new thing To serve thus our King; Witness Burgoyne and two famous Brothers! 1 [Written to protest against the delinquency of Sir Henry Clinton, who in 1780 allowed the Americans in the vicinity of New York to commit many outrages.] AN INDICTMENT OF WASHINGTON Forced conscience, broken the most sacred ties; Their slaughter'd husbands, slaughter'd sons demand; What could, when half-way up the hill of fame, That prompted thee with Congress to unite; LET US BE HAPPY AS LONG AS WE CAN [BY JOSEPH STANSBURY. PROBABLY 1782] I've heard in old times that a sage us'd to say No matter what power directed the state, He happen'd to enter this world the same day Time-serving I hate, yet I see no good reason Since no one can tell what to-morrow may bring, To-night let's enjoy this good wine and a song, THE UNITED STATES [BY JOSEPH STANSBURY. 1783] Cancel as our mutual shame. Bid each wound of faction close, Blushing we were ever foes. Now restor'd to peace again, Active commerce ploughs the main; All the arts of civil life Swift succeed to martial strife; Britain now allows their claim, Rising empire, wealth, and fame. TO PEACE [FROM THE MANUSCRIPT OF JOSEPH STANSBURY] O come, light borne on eastern gales, With flow'rets crown our smiling vales, Thou gentle cherub Peace! Efface the horrid marks of war; And fill the land with love. FRANCIS HOPKINSON Francis Hopkinson deserves a place among Revolutionary writers both for his literary accomplishments and for his services to the American cause. He was born in 1737 in Philadelphia, where his father was a lawyer,—the associate of Franklin in the "Junto," and in electrical experiment. He was the first student to enter the College of Philadelphia (now the University of Pennsylvania), from which he got both the bachelor's and the master's degrees. Like his father, he became a distinguished lawyer, a judge of the admiralty, and an active and esteemed citizen of Philadelphia. He was a member of the Continental Congress and a signer of the Declaration of Independence. Along with his legal and public labors, however, he found time for lighter interests. He was described in a letter by John Adams as "one of your pretty, little, ingenious men," "genteel, wellbred, and very social," with a taste for "painting, sculpture, architecture, and music." He had indeed a culture and versatility unusual in his time, as is shown also by the Miscellaneous Essays and Occasional Writings published from his manuscripts shortly after his death in 1791. These include two volumes of orations and addresses, essays in the manner of Addison, revolutionary and social satires, and scientific papers; and a third volume curiously divided between "Judgments in the Admiralty of Pennsylvania" and "Poems on Various Subjects." Lacking in high merit or interest, these "miscellanies" still give a pleasing impression of their author as a man of wide intelligence, cultivated taste, good sense, and good nature. By the last named quality in particular Hopkinson is distinguished from other satirists of the Revolution; the subjects which Paine and Freneau treat with harshness or bitterness, he looks upon no less seriously but with unfailing good humor. Even compared with Trumbull he is more genial. But he lacks the energy of Paine and |