Gazette Of The United States And Daily Evening Advertiser

[From the Monitor.]
THE COUNTRY THANKSGIVING.
An ODE.
FAR from the bustle of the anxious crowd,
The mighty Politicians of the age,
Where democratic zeal, with clamour loud,
Turns public spirit into party rage;
Here let us sit and take a laughing view,
Of embryo brats, whose births for office wait,
Imploring help from all the obstetric crew,
While strangled thousands lick the artist's feet.
In doleful mood thus prostrate Esau lay,
When Jacob, lucky rogue, the blessing stole;
"Have ye no blessings left for me, they say,––
O sad reward for all our pain and toil?"
See the sage R––n––e, whose mimic art
Can turn the Planets, like a spinning wheel,
For philosophic play, mount Faction's cart
While tottering empires in his fancy reel.
See blustering Commodore, his squadrons rang'd
Both Law and Medicine, hail the wish'd for day
When Chestnut BURR, to polish'd eye-stone chang'd,
From cloudy films shall purge their visual ray.
See in Vermont their chafe old truant growl,
Satan's high priest, whose laws he ne'er defam'd,
So from the woods looks out the moon-struck owl,
Or bear, which stroking oft, the master's tam'd.
See Boston too preserves one feeble clan,
For Grannam's net-egg, where she nightly lays;
While from his lying press their tool-Shaped man
Her cock-a-doodle crows their envied praise.
See southern brethren aid this glorious cause,
(Pure land of liberty) and compacts join,
To abate the rigour of our federal laws,
And help the French to new-form'd civil institutions
"Curse on your clumsy, chopping, dull machine,
"Whose tardy work our feelings ill doth suit;
"Clap in all Frenchmen, but the Jacobin.
"And chop off heads as we tobacco cut."
Oh blest Equality! what charms you'll prove,
When tyrant law no more shall clank his chain
The mouse and horse in equal size shall rove
And every mother's son turn Congressman.
Before your doors the roasted Pig shall cry;
Come eat me, Sir, and thank you for your pay
Pumpkins will grow in form of pumpkin pie,
And the whole year be one thanksgiving day.
See in the west, the threat'ning cloud ascend
The whisky vapours just condens'd to fog,
The uplifted groves this dreadful phalanx bend,
And for a cannon point a hollow log
Here safe we sit, our barns well-stor'd with hay,
Our corn well cribb'd; with heaps of pumpkins round,
With thankful hearts we'll celebrate this day,
And pigs and pies the festive board shall crown,
While Joe and Sue for tardy evening wait
(on eve which consummates their nuptial ties,
The cheerful dance shall aid the jocund throng,
And hymns hymeneal greet the list'ning skies.
Connecticut, Nov. 27, 1794
*The Constitutional Society. A–ms,
Printer. I See Brackenridge's pompous description of the Insurrection; also, Mil-
son's description of the unfair means which his heroes made use of to support a similar cause.