In swaddling clothes they pinn'd the baby up, And laid her smiling in a chicken-coop;

While mother Moв, that steady wet-nurse, press'd The sturdy infant to her milky breast.

Around benignant angels joyous flock'd,

Some air'd her clouts and some her cradle rock'd,
While grandame Nature shook her grisly chin,
And ey'd the urchin with transporting grin.
In ancient days before the deluge-rain,
Mankind expected she would come in vain;
Before her shrine, in many a changing form,
Of shark, of wild-cat, porcupine and worm,
They used to worship, squabble, sing and pray,
But jack-a-lantern-like she always ran away.
The EQUAL RIGHTS of man her mansion form,
She soars superior to Oppression's storm.
Great NATURE's voice, which now is understood,
To mean the same thing as the voice of God,
That is to us, who all the twenty own,
GOD NATURE ranks at least at number one,)
Says of our blood all things at first were made,
All wear one image, all pursue one trade,
Claim to this pond'rous globe an equal right,
At times to trade on, and at times to fight,
Sometimes to speculate with mighty sweep,
Sometimes to plunge head foremost in the deep,
Sometimes an outcast on a foreign shore,
Begging with clouted shoes from door to door.*
And as he gave us life and being, first
Formed us of clay and particles of dust,

* See Supplementary Notes.

So at his sov'reign will we backward tread,
Hang down our heads, and live among the dead.
But LIBERTY cheers this vale of woe,

up

With fallen angels fills the world below,
Makes us feel tuneful as the toad* of even,
And bears us poose-back to the joys of Heav'n.

Long since thy Gentile sons, O Athens ! paid
Their
pure devotions to the sainted Maid,
Her fane adorn'd with richest spoils of war,
And heap'd their offerings round her splendid car,
And, what must yield her goddess-ship delight,
Four thousand men in chains, (a pretty sight,)
Around her shrine, with steps sedate and even,
Solemn as saints who've miss'd the road to heav'n,
In pairs advanc'd, as Noah's cattle mov'd

From the green pastures and the meads they lov'd;
While the good sire, conspicuous at their head
In Sunday wig, the strange procession led,
And Shem and Ham and Japhet in a row,
With goads and cudgels clos'd the goodly show,
Sore vex'd at CAPTAIN NOAH's plan to roam

And leave their sweethearts and their wives at home,
Not relishing a pleasure voyage with hogs,
Skunks, toads and rattle snakes, and prairie dogs,†
Their lives at stake, their property afloat,

Raw hands on board, no compass and no boat.

* Commonly called the tree-toad.

† An animal known to the Ante-Diluvians by the name of Woodchuck. For a further account of this wonderful quadruped see Supplementary Notes.

Yet notwithstanding all the vows they paid,
Their grand processions and their proud parade,
When they the Goddess found it was not she,*
But Vassalage to whom they bow'd the knee;
For as, one night with Lemnian wine o'ercome,
The goddess slumber'd in an outer room,
That thievish crony the occasion took,

And stole her clothes, her attributes and look.

*

The world has been for ever and for aye

In expectation of this jovial day.

And that Religion which, from realms above,

Brought peace to earth, and rules the world by love,

Would long ago have made the human race

Blest in th' enjoyment of supernal grace,

Had not the tyrant ATHANASIUS wed

The Church to State, and forc'd the bride to bed:
The unnatural union op'd a devious way,

And, like coquettes, led foolish man astray.
And yet he thought 'twas right-he did indeed-
That all mankind should swallow down his creed.

**

* *

*

When Civil Power, whose life is but a span,
Extends his arm betwixt the God and man,
That moment stripp'd of all his inward light
He sinks a recreant slave in tenfold night-
How dare these worms, ordain'd the ground to crawl,
And on their bellies in the dust to sprawl,
Mount up, like man, erect on hinder feet,
And kick the shins of every worm they meet,

For this elegant specimen of hibernianism see the text.

ECHO.....NO. V.

66

From the Argus of November 1, 1791.

"TELL IT NOT IN GATH."

ON the morning after your last town-meeting, I was on Bea

con-Hill, and casting my eyes on the Eastern side of the Monument, read these words" AMERICANS, WHILE FROM THIS EMINENCE, SCENES OF LUXURIANT FERTILITY, OF FLOURISHING COMMERCE, AND THE ABODES OF SOCIAL HAPPINESS, MEET YOUR VIEW, FORGET NOT THOSE, WHO, BY THEIR EXERTIONS, HAVE SECURED TO YOU THESE BLESSINGS."

You need not wonder that the singular occurrence of the preceding evening, at Faneuil-hall, rushed into my mind. Shall Europe hear, shall our Southern brethren be told, that Samuel Adams rose to speak in the midst of his fellow citizens, and was silenced!

That, while others, who were born but in season to enjoy the blessings, which he earned, were applauded, SAMUEL ADAMS could not be heard!

Long may we remember that he rose to speak against the THEATRE in Boston, and could not be heard! Was he in fault that he wished to speak the sentiments of his heart, and to deliver the language of enlightened religion and truth? Do you blame him, that he wished at death, to leave his country virtuous as well as free?

RICHLY HAS HE EARNT THE RIGHT TO SPEAK, AND TO BE HEARD !

Is his voice weak ?That voice once made the proudest kingdom in Europe tremble to its centre. Does his hand shake?— That hand was once firm, strong were its sinews, and ably did