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A MEDICINE FOR THE LADIES.
• Hey ! hoop! d'ye hear, my damn'd obstrep'rous
spouse! • What can't you find one bed about the house? . Will that perpetual clack Jie never still?. • That rival to the softness of a mill! • Some couch and distant room must be my choice, • Where I may sleep uncurs'd with wife and noise.'
Long this uncomfortable life they led,
A wond'rous spring within my garden flows,
The best elixir t appease man and wife ; Strange are th' effects, the qualities divine; • 'Tis water call’d, but worth its weight in wine : • If in his sullen airs, Sir John should come, Three spoonfulls take, hold in your mouth-ther
• Smile and look pleas'd, when he shall rage and
scold, *Still in your mouth the healing cordial hold; • One month this sympathetic ined'cine tryód, • He'll grow a lover, you a happy bride : • But dearest niece, keep this grand secret close, * Or ev'ry prattling bussey 'll beg a dose.' A water-bottle's brought for her relief ; Not Nantz could sooner ease the ladies grief : Her busy thoughts are on the trial bent, And, female-like, impatient for th' event. The bonny knight reels home, exceeding clear, Prepar'd for clamour, and domestic war. Entering, he cries---Hey where's our thunder fled?
BATTLE OF THE KEGS.
• No Hurricane? Betty's your lady dead?
Be silent and complying--you 'll soon find, • Sir John, without a med'cine, will be kind.
BATTLE OF THE KEGS
(F. HOPKINSON) GALLANTS, attend. and hear a friend,
Trill forth harmonious ditty : Strange things I'll tell, which late befel
In Philadelphia city.
BATTLE OF THE KEGS.
Twas early day, as poets say,
Just when the sun was rising,
And saw a sight surprising.
(The truth can't be denied, sir, He spied a score of XEGs or more
Come floating down the tide, sir. A sailor, too, in jerkin blue,
The strange appearance viewing, First damn’d his eyes, in great surprise;
Then said, some mischief's brewing. *These KEGS now hold the rebels bold,
• Pack'd up like pickled herring; * And they're come down t attack the town
• In this new way of ferry'ng.' The soldier flew-the sailor too
And, scar'd almost to death, sir,
And ran till out of breath, sir.
Most frantic scenes were acted:
Like men almost distracted.
But said the earth had quaked:
Ran through the town balf naked.
Lay all this time a snoring;
In bed with Mrs. L
* Sir William Howe.
BATTLE OF TIIE KEGS.
Now in a fright, he starts upright,
Awak'd by such a clatter:
•For God's sake, what's the matter At his bed-side, he then espy'd
Sir Erskine* at command, sir ; Upon one foot, he had one boot,
And t' other in his hand, sir. • Arise! arise!' sir Erskine cries:
The rebels—more 's the pity • Without a boat, are all on float,
. And rang d before the city. • The motley crew in vessels new,
• With Satan for their guide, sir, • Pack'd up in bags, or wooden KEGS
Come driving down the tide, sir. Therefore, prepare for bloody war:
“These kegs must all be routed: Or surely we, despis'd shall be,
• And British courage doubted.' The royal band; now ready stand,
All rang’d in dread array, sir ;
And make a bloody day, sir.
The small arms make a rattle.
E’er saw so strange a battle. The rebelt vales, the rebel dales,
With rebel trees surrounded,
• Sir William Erskine.
| The British officers were so fond of the word rebel, that they often applied it most absurdly,
THE NEW-ENGLAND SABBATH-DAY CHACE. *
The distant woods, the hills and floods,
With rebel echoes sounded.
Attack'd from ev'ry quarter:
Mongst folks above the water.'
Of rebel staves and hoops, sir,
The conqu’ring British troops, sir.
Display'd amazing courage ;
Retir'd to sup their porridge.
Or more, upon my word, sir,
Their valour to record, sir.
Upon those wicked Keys, sir,
They'll make their boasts and brags, sir.
NEW ENGLAND SABBATH-DAY CHACE.
On a fine Sunday morning I mounted my steed And southward from HARTFORD had meant to pro
ceed ; My baggage was stow'd in a cart very snug, Which RANGER, the gelding, was destined to lug; .