That Saint so mighty whose extended sway
Ancient Dominion's wide domains obey,
Who while War hover'd o'er our fertile coast,
Sent forth her reg'ments, an unnumber'd host,
Where fifty officers, in martial pride,
Strutted with five poor soldiers at their side.
That saint who marks, with clear sagacious ken,
Low in the scale the gen'ral race of men,
While high his votʼries stand-by him decreed
The guides of worlds-to follow where they lead.
Lo! fill'd with joy, he staggers o'er the land,
His whisky bottle shaking in his hand :
To us he cries" Behold this bottle big!
"Come on my boys, and take another swig!
"This magic juice will second-sight restore,
"And make you see things never seen before."
Waked by his speech Virginia's sons arise,
His grateful liquor sparkling in their eyes;
And her Electors, with consenting voice,
Have made George Clinton their united choice.
count for the greatest number of our high-spirited Democrats having originated from that state. A very ingenious Civilian, of our times, has thrown much light on this subject, by deducing the origin of the Democratic part of the Ancient Dominion, from the famous Pokahontas; and he gives two very satisfactory reasons why her descendants should rather partake of the Levelling, than of the Aristocratic principle, although the offspring of royal ancestors. For, first, he remarks, that the Whites were inclined to treat the Natives as an inferior order of beings; which naturally created in them, and their descendants, a disposition to reduce all to one standard: and, secondly, which is a still more convincing argument, as being founded in the constitution of nature, he remarks, that the sovereignty among the Indians, was merely nominal; and that they, universally, preserved the most perfect Democracy in their Governments.
Him for our head we mount o'er every bar,
His voice our compass, nod our polar star.
For, with severe and unremitted hate,
We urge illustrious Adams on to fate;
Condemn his principles, his book detest,
Misquote his sentiments, his conduct wrest,
Charge him with loving what ourselves we love,
Charge him with hate of what we disapprove,
And load with vilest terms of reprobation
very phantom of our own creation. The monocrats, aristocrats lie low,
High-flying mushrooms sink in deadliest woe,
The toad-stool too, with sympathy opprest,
Feels his soft heart lie heavy in his breast,
And, as he hangs his head, he oft applies
The handkerchief to dry his moisten'd eyes.
While joyous sing the people's friends and prance,
And treat the Negroes to a royal dance,*
* The following description of the celebrated Equality Ball given to the Negroes of Boston by Governor Hancock is extracted from the New-Year's Verses for the American Mercury, for 1793:
"And lo! where o'er the Eastern shores,
Bostonia lifts her haughty towers,
What motley scenes salute our eyes!
What wonders upon wonders rise!
There each succeeding day still brings
A mixture strange of various things.
There plays their heathen names forsake,
And those of Moral Lectures take,
And loud to Anarchy their voices raise
In hallelujahs and in hymns of praise,
To the sweet Tune of Freedom born anew;
That Tune so charming, and so novel too,
While, thus baptis'd, they hope to win
Indulgence for all future sin.
Now, Hancock, fir'd with patriot rage,
Proscribes these morals of the stage,
Claps Harper under civil durance,
For having dared, with vile assurance,
By Interludes and Plays profane
Pollute the glories of his reign.
Now, prompt to assert the rights of man,
On Nature's most extensive plan,
Behold him to his splendid hall
The noble sons of Afric call:
While as the sable bands advance,
With frolic mien, and sportive dance,
Refreshing clouds of rich perfume
Are wafted o'er the spacious room.
With keen delight the Sage surveys
Their graceful tricks, and winning ways;
Their tones enchanting raptur❜d hears,
More sweet than music of the spheres ;
And as he breathes the fragrant air,
He deems that Freedom's self dwells there.
While CUFFEY near him takes his stand,
Hale-fellow met, and grasps his hand→→→
With pleasure glistening in his eyes,
"Ah! Massa Gubbernur !" he cries,
"Me grad to see you, for de peeple say
"You lub de Neegur better dan de play."
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