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A P [...]EM, Upon the present Times, with a brief [...] humble Address to the ALMIGHTY, in Behalf of the [...] of our Cause.
TOM Tory who not long ago was sent,
By George the third to rule this continent,
W
[...] his c
[...]mm
[...]ssion was so elevated,
Which prov'd p
[...]or Tom was very shallow-pa
[...]d.
S
[...]d he to George, if you will let me have
Ten thousand men, no other help I crave,
To drive the country to the western shore,
'Tis quite enough I'm sure I want no more,
O
[...] half that number I suppose would do,
To force submission from that rebel crew.
Who wont subm
[...]t to your ty
[...]annic laws?
I can't imagine what sh
[...]uld be the cause.
But I shall make them quickly all obey.
And glad to yie
[...]d to your ty
[...]annic sway.
R
[...]her than
[...]ll by my victorious arm,
I feel my b
[...]e
[...]st with martial a dor warm.
I long to let my royal master know
What great exploits your general can do.
Lord North shall plot, and you shall set the seal
To all the devility he does reveal.
But first great s
[...], I can't but think 'twould suit,
That you sh
[...]uld send a line or two to Bute;
For he's in F
[...]nce and soon can let you know,
The best advice from the dark pit below,
For you've no subject in your spacious realm,
Except myself so fit to set at helm,
As these two pol
[...]ticians seem to be,
They do so well with Beelzebub agree.
And he is always ready to ad
[...]se,
And loves to deal in tyranny and lie
[...].
B
[...]sides a parliament great
[...] you have,
Who never try'd America to save,
Except a few who from Lord North declines,
And wi
[...]h Lord B
[...]te was in the Spanish m
[...]nes,
There to remain till he his breath resign'd,
In bondage and it servi
[...]ude confin'd,
Because his un
[...]e
[...]sally well know,
These two vile wretches are so wicked grown,
That all America must bleed and die,
O
[...]e
[...]e resign their
[...]a
[...]l p
[...]perty.
As
[...]ree born subject
[...], freed
[...]m they would have,
Which m
[...]st be own'd the God of nature gave,
But their bold sch
[...]m
[...]s shall quickly be detected,
And they to lawless tyranny subjected.
His wicked schemes Tom having now reveal'd,
He folded up the letter which he seal'd,
Watch'd the fi
[...]st opportunity and sent,
By the fi
[...]st ship which to Old-England went,
Soon that arriv'd and North receiv'd the letter,
And nothing under heaven pleas'd him better,
He read the letter to his royal master,
Read very fast, but wish'd he could read faster.
Now having read the wicked letter through,
Great sir, said he, what had we best to do.
'Tis my opinion and my great desire,
That all America be set on fi
[...]e,
Unless they will subm
[...]t to you and me,
Though my design
[...]s lawless tyranny.
But fi
[...]st I think 'tis be
[...] that we should send
To France, for there we have a special friend,
Lo
[...]d Bute, for
[...]e you know is my relation,
And we three politicians rule the nation.
North wrote a letter which he sent to France,
By a small vessel which he found by chance,
But what he wo
[...]e, I cant at present tell,
Because I cant remember very well.
But then he wrote the substance of the
[...]ay,
Of the two Englands at this present day,
That Thomas G
[...]ge was resolute to join
The British forces and with them combine,
The Massachusett's province to subdue,
And every other northern province too,
Must all submit, and bow the servile kne
[...],
To lawless power and Brit
[...]sh tyranny.
Lord But
[...] receiv'd the letter which was wi
[...],
Then call'd a cou
[...]cil from the lower pi
[...],
To know what
[...]ort of counsel he had better
Return in answer to this wicked letter.
Lord Bute was cle
[...]k to the
[...] clan,
Satan was chairman when th
[...]
[...] beg
[...],
But soon they vo
[...]ed Bute shou
[...] take his place,
Because the worst of all the human race.
He ask'd advice, which all were free to give,
Which was that no American should live,
Unless he should his proper
[...]y resign,
To lawless power, and to a tyrant join,
That George the third, or rather North the tyrant,
(The truth of what I say
[...]o
[...] may rely on't)
Should send his force
[...] to this northern shore,
To burn and plunder all they came before,
That a death warrant quickly should be sent,
To North America with this
[...]tent,
That all might tremble at the awful news,
Lay down their arms, nor in the least refuse,
A calm submission to tyran
[...] power,
The like on earth was never known before,
That Tom should march to Philadelphia town,
Pull every place of public
[...]orship down,
And Nero like, the aged
[...]ou
[...]d destroy,
The blooming virgin and
[...] bea
[...]dless boy,
Should snatch the infant fro
[...] the streaming breast,
Whose spouting veins shou
[...] maculate his vest,
And when he reach'd the Philadelphia shore,
Both young and old should welter in their go
[...]e,
Except the Congress, which no was to take,
And every patriot should
[...]isoner make,
And like the cruel persecu
[...]g Saul,
Should bring them b
[...]n
[...]
[...]
[...]stice, one and all,
Hand cuff'd with
[...] hard and strong,
And like a pack of felon
[...]
[...] along,
Such the resolves of the in
[...]
[...]w,
The cruel verdict all cons
[...]
[...] ▪
With
[...]lmost spe
[...]d Lord Bu
[...]
[...] letter wrote,
Sent by Charon's weather
[...]
[...] boat,
The news to carry to the
[...] isle.
Lord North receiv'd the
[...] with a smile,
Then smiling to his royal
[...] said.
America shall be in ashe
[...]
[...]
Unless they will submit to
[...] and me,
Here is a plot of popish ty
[...]nny,
Hatch'd by my father who
[...] France resides,
Who with your majesty
[...] pr
[...]sides.
You know great si
[...], Tom G
[...]ge a letter sent,
Hoping much future
[...] to prevent,
If but ten thousand men
[...] might obtain,
To quell the Whigs, and
[...]o extend your reign,
F
[...]om sea to sea, and to the friged zone,
Make all obedient to the British throne.
And tho' he thinks ten tho
[...]s
[...]nd men would do,
And be sufficient to subdue the f
[...]e,
Yet twenty thousand I advise to sen
[...]
That the disturbance soon may have an end.
Most noble lord, his majesty reply'd,
What you petition, shall
[...]ot be deny'd,
To all the plots which
[...] to me reveal
I will consent, and set my royal seal,
That all may bow, nor da
[...] to contradict,
But yield to every thing you shall infl
[...]ct.
Full twenty thousand
[...] rais'd with speed,
All shipt on board, and
[...] well agreed,
Neptune and E
[...]rus soo
[...]
[...] ships convey'd
To Boston shore, and i
[...]
[...]arbour laid.
Tom saw the shipping,
[...]ugh'd from ear to ear,
To see so much artillery
[...]ppear,
With soldiers plenty, rea
[...]y to obey,
What he should order wi
[...]h impartial sway.
They quickly landed w
[...]h their war like store,
Tom never felt one ha
[...]
[...]o big before.
And now sa
[...] he, I will
[...] pleasure
[...]e,
I
[...] the fi
[...]st place, I'll stop the public news,
That none may know w
[...] is my grand intent,
Which is to govern all th
[...] conti
[...]ent▪
A
[...]d like a king to exe
[...]cise my power,
No mor
[...]e
[...] ever felt so big before;
I feel myse
[...]f
[...] as a king,
With North-America, all i
[...] a string,
With flexile knee, obeying my command,
And fondly cringing to salute my hand.
Thus by himself, poor Tom a council held,
With self-conceit and proclamations fill'd,
But many ta
[...]k of Robbin-Hood we k
[...]w,
Who never yet so much as bent his b
[...]w,
As by this hero is exemplify'd,
Who eighteen months or something better try'd
By all his forces to obtain his will.
At length he got as far as Bunker's Hill;
Tho' he himself would never take the field,
But like a valiant coward kept conceal'd▪
And well he might, for often tim
[...] tis said,
That his own soldiers would have had his head,
Had he expos'd himself to public view,
And I suppose the rumour to be t
[...]ue.
Thus disappointed of his expectation,
His little heart was fill'd with perturbation.
He walk'd the st
[...]e
[...]s, not knowing what to do,
Look'd like a spector from the pit below.
Some days he walk'd in this dist
[...]e
[...]s'd condition,
Then like a cowa
[...]d, quitted his commission,
Which when his royal master came to h
[...]a
[...],
He o
[...]der'd he should speedily appear
Before his betters, give a reas
[...] why,
He thus behav'd, or like a cowa
[...]d
[...]e.
T
[...]m soon obey'd the summons which was sent,
To be arraign'd before the p
[...]rli
[...]ment.
But how
[...]e
[...] I never yet cou
[...]d
[...]ea
[...],
And I
[...]
But there I se
[...]e him on the Brit
[...]sh
[...],
A
[...]d
[...]o this con
[...]inent return once mo
[...]
To General H
[...]w
[...], who took poor T
[...]m's commissio
[...],
Which he resig
[...]'d to such a sad condition.
Now since Lord How
[...] by his master sent,
And has ass
[...]m'd the reins of government,
Which way the scale will turn no mortal knows,
Or how th' Almighty will of us dispose.
So great the Hero, noble the commander,
Little inferior to great Alexander.
But yet at present I must needs conclude,
What honestly we purchas'd and subdu'd,
We have as just a title to enjoy.
And that no living mortal may destroy.
What our sore
[...]at
[...]er's in this desa
[...] s
[...]ught,
And for their money of the natives bought.
Yet freely to th' Almighty I appeal▪
Nor would be try'd by fortunes fickle wheel.
O, thou Almighty Conducte
[...] of Heaven!
Who all our lives and properties
[...]st give
[...],
Thou dost thy pleasure
[...] without controul,
Where all the planetary chorus roll,
So is this earth the object of thy care,
Where beasts and birds innum
[...]able are.
The scal
[...]l
[...] tribes which cut the
[...]a
[...]ing b
[...]i
[...]e,
And every b
[...]eathing particle is thine,
Tho' vast the number, never was
[...] found,
Without thy car
[...] one li
[...]le
[...]s on the ground.
But man tho' vile, is thy peculi
[...] ca
[...]e,
Endow'd with faculties
[...],
With wh
[...] the b
[...]e creation do e
[...]j
[...]y,
Yet how they se
[...]k e
[...]en other to dest
[...]oy.
Look down with p
[...]y on our b
[...]ed
[...]
[...]rd.
To the destroying angel give c
[...]mm
[...]nd,
That to the s
[...]boa
[...]d he return again,
The sh
[...]ning blade, there ever to remain.
O
[...]r
[...]oes
[...], n
[...]me
[...]us
[...]d strong▪
And seem re
[...]lv'd the quarrel to prolo
[...]g.
Yet thou ca
[...]
[...]ve by many o
[...] b
[...]ew.
And hast a r
[...]ght to gov
[...]n, tis thy
[...].
To th
[...]
[...] ca
[...]e the j
[...]ce of o
[...]
[...]use,
And w
[...]uld
[...] try'd
[...] unerring
[...].
By thee, the p
[...]ud Egyp
[...]n
[...]ost was dr
[...]w
[...]'d,
Thou d
[...]dst
[...] advice con
[...]d,
The g
[...]eat Ass
[...]
[...] didst d
[...]y,
[...] by a
[...]ss boy.
T
[...] wa
[...]
[...] vict
[...]y was thin
[...],
In
[...] ha
[...]ds
[...]
[...]rmy
[...],
A
[...]d
[...] have, and
[...].