But now we hear the self-same accents flow,
Unmov'd as quails when buried up in snow.

Is his voice weak? that dreadful voice we're told, Once made King George the Third thro' fear turn cold.

Europa's kingdoms to their centre shake,

When mighty Samuel bawl'd at freedom's stake,‡
Thus when provok'd at hell's eternal gate,

Grim Cerberus opes his jaws and shakes his pate,
O'er the black regions swells the horrid roar,
Dark Styx affrighted quits his wonted shore,
The sound rolls dreadful through the dire domains,
And coward devils scud across the plains.
Does his hand shake ?-When Sam cried out for war,
His potent hand spread many a coat of tar,
That sinewy hand the feathers scatter'd o'er,
Till Tories' jackets made their bellies sore.
Say for whose sake has Time, that Barber gruff,
O'er his wise noddle shook his powder puff?
Was the task hard to hear the sage's noise?
Perhaps the aweful sound had frighten'd boys;
But we, the sons of wisdom, fond to hear,
With joy had held the breath and op'd the ear.
Did we e'en doubt that Solomon had spoke?
If so, has memory vanished into smoke.

Could we who oft have known the hoary sage,
With godlike zeal, in party feuds engage-
Those disquisitions calm in which the mind.
To candour's season'd, and to truth inclin'd
Otherwise called a liberty pole

Say, could we doubt his Jack-a-lantern light
Would guide at length our wandering steps aright
To where Dame Truth, afraid of being found,
In her dark hole lies skulking under ground;
Still as all Nature ere the earthquake stirs,
Hush as a mouse when near Grimalkin purrs ;
If so, I think our brains have taken flight,

And bade for aye our foolish heads good night.
Had this event in those bright days been known,
When Greece with glory's blaze illumin'd shone,
Then had we read, and wonder'd as we read

Where sense had gone, and where discretion fled.
What crime so base can with this crime compare?
What deed so dark but match'd with this is fair?
If ancient realms had witness'd this sad tale,
The sun had darken'd, and the skies grown pale;
For sun and sky, more modest in those places,
Were wont full oft in shame to veil their faces.
Some, with much happiness, I'm proud to say,
Did their great spirit wond'rously display ;-
While part, by swaggering looks, with force ex-
press'd,

The full grown feelings of the swelling breast:
Thus, first of birds, the Turkey-Cock so bold
Around the dunghill ranging uncontroll❜d,
With all the pride of self-importance big,
Struts, and looks stately at each passing pig,
While geese and hens around at distance stare,
And wonder who the devil marches there.
Others in words " sung out" their discontent,
Like new-made cider struggling for a vent;

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Or as when Sirius sheds his sultry ray,
And pours oppressive languor o'er the day,
While the shrunk stream scarce laves its pebbly bed,
And one brown hue is o'er the landscape spread,
In thund'ring prayers the bull-frogs call for rain,
And pond to pond repeats the solemn strain.
Not by such windy sounds, all noise and fume,
Can we our points to carry e'er presume;
Vain, vain the hope by empty blasts t'o'erwhelm
The firm, the mob-lov'd leader of this realm;
This many knew who oft had tried before

With words of sense to still his clam'rous roar.
Sound arguments, like hail-stones, thick were show-

er'd,

And streams of eloquence on all sides pour'd;
But boys and men, with clamours vile and rude,
Shut up the mouth of that old man so good.
As when, high-soaring in the fields of air,
The guardian hen-hawk fill'd with tender care,
Eyes, with solicitude and keen regard,
The chickens feeding in the poultry yard-
Physician kind, with fondest love preparing
To give the little souls a pretty airing!
The congregation, filled with wild affright,
Hens, geese, and ducks in one shrill scream unite,
And loud to heaven with cries discordant pray
To keep the too-kind gentleman away.

My text thus prov'd-all that remains behind,
Is to apply the subject to the mind—
By inference clear I'll make the truth go down,
And thus relume the honour of the town,

To ease the torments of the great man's ghost, Transplant th' inscription here from yonder post, And in the vacant niche, on glory's boards, In golden letters write the following words."To honour SAM this bright inscription's made ;" "Twas hither brought with wonderful parade"Astonish'd meteors throng'd the realms of day "While SAM's pure honours streak'd along the way." Thus when sublime, by rapid whirlwinds driven, A kite majestic scales the vault of heaven, Bright through the air its tail in splendour flies. And paper glory blazes round the skies.

Long, O Philistia! shall thy sons revere Their country's saviours and its Sampsons fear, While thy fair records this occasion note, That Wisdom disapprov'd the last town-meeting vote. Thus shall our sons, and eke our daughters rise, Stare at our length and wonder at our size : Whilst we their sires, as time's long race we run, Boast of the deeds of A. D. Ninety-One. And should misrule in future times return, And unborn Demaguoges with faction burn, Should tar and feathers come again in vogue And PATRIOT stand synonimous with roguePerchance some second SAM may rise to day, And o'er mob-meetings hold an equal sway.

ECHO.....NO. VI.

From the Connecticut Gazette, of October 20, 1791. [Some time since a writer in the Connecticut Gazette attacked the Newtonian Philosophy with such astonishing force of argument, that many of its friends trembled for its fate. However, as he rested a considerable period, they fondly hoped it would survive the shock. A week or two since, he poured forth another volley, which has induced the Echo to speak in an audible voice, what he had before uttered in a whisper.]

"Messrs. Green,

"Your inserting the following in your useful paper will oblige one of your readers and perhaps make others reflect.

"T

HE Newtonian philosophy accounts for all the phenomena of nature by one principle, which it supposes to pervade all material nature: and the principle is this, viz.-that matter attracts matter. But, that this principle never did, nor does now, nor never will exist, I thus prove.

"If matter attracts matter, either there must be an universal plenum, or matter must act where it is not. But, that there is not an universal plenum in material nature has been mathematically demonstrated by all Newtonians of any note: and that matter can act where it is not, is an impossibility, for it is an impossibility that matter should be where it is not-therefore a much greater impossibility that it should act where it is not, and therefore matter, never did-does not now-nor ever will attract matter.

"Nay, farther, even upon the hypothesis of an universal plenum, in material nature, matter's attracting matter would be physically inconsistent with the essence of matter. For, though in