Americans, abetting tyrants base

To bring in bonds the virtuous Gallic race,
Once more to make them wear their rusty chains,
And go to fiddling for their master's gains,
Those thirty million folk, whose sweat and blood
Stream'd in such torrents for your country's good;
I-by my power almighty-bid you hence !
Go-and take that with which we can dispense !
Take the last seed, shoot, scion of your stock,
Nor leave the poor old stump our nerves to shock !
Take every virtue with you as you go,
Leave us our Clinton, Jefferson and Co;
These shall amuse us in the daily papers,
And Johnny Hancock give us Negro capers.

Thanks be to you most wise and great Electors!
Freedom's old Cronies hail you her protectors!
Bald Father time, with mouldy tooth and nail,
In vain your fame, so bulky, shall assail!
Gabriel shall crack his trumpet with hard blowing,
To tell the names of folks so mighty knowing;
While your own consciences shall need new cases,
Grown thin and thread-bare in so many places.
Rejoice! ye noble Levellers rejoice!

Ye democratic Tribes exalt your voice! Declare what joys from prostrate morals spring! "Shall CLINTON reign, and HENRICO not sing ?".

ECHO.....NO. XI.

From the National Gazette, of January 9, 1793.

66

“SIR,

TO MR. JAMES BLANCHARD.

AFTER having served your country with distinguished hoa

nour and integrity, during the late arduous contest for freedom and independence, you have now nobly and intrepidly stepped forth, to vindicate your own rights and those of your fellow soldiers, by calling on your country for that justice to which you have so righteous a claim and which has so long been denied—you. have attacked speculation in its strong hold. No doubt the nest you have disturbed will send forth a howling tribe about your ears, but persevere in the good cause-be not deterred by the open threats or secret frowns of men in office-we have long been amused with hints and insinuations respecting the dark intrigues of Congress-men-It was reserved for you Sir, to point out the culprits. Neither names nor stations should screen public blunderers from public execrations; go on, Sir, in the noble work you have begun-state facts, produce your vouchers, name your men, lay open the whole scene of iniquity, and let vengeance fall on the guilty-strip off the mask that conceals the speculator under the guise of the patriot-drag forth to daylight the men let them be who they will; whether they be Presidents, Vice-Presidents, Judges, Senators, Representatives, Secretaries, Comptrollers, Auditors, Commissioners, Registers, Clerks, Collectors, Supervisors, Inspectors, Agents, Contract

ors, Quartermasters, Generals, Colonels, Governors, State Comptrollors, Treasurers, Accountants, or whatever else may be named. Let the Augean stable be cleansed, though the world be turned inside out or topsy-turvy-order will spring out of confusion, light will flash out of chaos, rogues will be exposed, justice shall appear, and the war-worn soldier, the pennyless officer, and the long cheated real public creditor shall bless the name of Blanchard. Having entered on the arduous undertaking, having collected materials in your late southern tour, having an able friend, adviser and counsellor in that independent and truly disinterested friend of the poor soldier, the author of " the poor -soldiers' plea❞—you must be armed at all points, your enemies cannot assail you with advantage; they shall retire from your attack, and the whole herd of speculators, from the first man in the government, to the despicable wretch who prowling through the country for prey, has bought the soldier's or widow's mite, for a song, shall crouch and refund their ill-gotten gains.-Cloth'd with the impenetrable armour of honour, faith, a good conscience and an unspotted character, you will effect your object, though Appollyon and all his host of treasury blood-suckers should stand in your way.

HARTFORD, FEBRUARY 25th, 1793.

“ Alas! 'tis strange, that not a sigh
"Can pass this babbling creature by;
"To give true answers she'll pretend,
"Yet almost lie to gain her end."

HAVING, with courage fill'd, with honour stor❜d,
Drawn in your country's cause your trusty sword,
While yet the scales of conquest doubtful swung,
And Freedom trembling on the balance hung,
Once more most nobly have you strutted forth,
In conscious pride of dignity and worth,
And us'd conveniently the soldier's name,
To make for further pay a modest claim—
A claim so righteous, rational and strong,
'Tis strange how Congress could reject so long:
For 'tis in politics a maxim known,

That those who've had the meat should pick the bone.
So round the skeleton of some old horse,
Far fam'd for beauty, matchless in the course,
Strut the voracious crows in sable pride,
And pick the ribs, and glean the shrivell'd hide;
While the insatiate band, who long before
Had shar'd a double portion, call for more,
And bitterly complain how poor the pay,
For having snatch'd the carcass from decay.

Move on brave sir, in Quixote state advance,

Rear your strong shield, and shake your magic lance,

At your approach alarm'd, that Giant old,
Proud Speculation, trembles in his hold;

Dreads lest your potent arm should lay him low,
His treasures plunder, and his pomp o'erthrow.
No doubt the nest you've stirr'd inflam'd will rise
And jump in angry swarms before your eyes;
Their sting-fraught tails those waspish dogs will rear,
And buzz most dreadful howlings in your ear.
Be persevering in the cause, be bold,

And to the point in view your progress hold;

Keep a taught rein, coax, whip, and spur your horse, Nor stop him short, nor deviate from the course; Nor let the open frown, or secret threat

Of Men in office make you quit your seat :

For should you, be assur'd, some means they'll find
To crupper-gall your steed, & make him kick behind.
Long we've been pleas'd with stories, not a few,
Of Congress-men, and Congress-Women too,
Their private bargains, and their party leagues,
Their public brothels, and their sly intrigues,
Their assignations, and their tricks at play,
Their debts of honour, paid in honour's way.
For neither station, title, rank, nor place,
Should screen a public robber from disgrace;
But round his steps let injur'd Justice bawl,
And on his head a nation's curses fall.
Pray sir go on-complete the work begun,
State facts, produce your vouchers one by one;
On whom soe'er your wise suspicions light,
Call forth the villains, be they wrong or right-