The New Hampshire Gazette

For the N. H. GAZETTE.

A plain homespun ADDRESS. to the leading federalists in New-Hampshire and elsewhere-by their dear good friend,

BOB. M'DUFF.

CANTO I.

MY Lords & Gentlemen, accept the lay,

Which, in a homely garb, I proffer to ye;

Had I a better dress, or better way,

Or, cou'd I in a light more royal view ye-

With all my might I'd pour the train along.

And wear allegiance in the power of song.

Pray do not think me of that 'swinish crew,

Who bawl-for Liberty, detested thing!

No, no, my lords, I'm more like you,

I want a KING.

It grieves me to the heart, sometimes to hear

The 'swinish multitude' Set up their cry

For Liberty and Law ; while without fear

They swear they will not bow to majesty :

Had you the reins of government, I know,

That things would not be so.

How did your highness, in seventy-five,

When rebel banners in our land were flying;

I say. how did your Graces strive,

To keep the cause of Monarchy from dying?

That glorious cause, for which we now

contend,

And ever have, and will 'till life shall end.

Well I remember how your passions rose,

When that sad instrument, the Declaration

Of Independence, gave unto your foes

A chance for freedom-to become a nation :

How did you curse the author, JEFFERSON

And all his grumbling party, one by one!

How persevering too have you remain'd,

In the most glorious cause you then main-

tain'd-.

How did you in great George's administration

Keep up the 'tory party in the nation!'

Great things may be achiev'd by persever-

ance,

We know not what may happen some few

years hence.

Here let me pause--and drop a loyal tear

How are the mighty fallen, on Quincy's

height !

That name, to every loyal subject dear,

Which democrats were taught, by law, to

fear,

And which I speak of now, with some de-

light.

Ob, had we been but some few thousand

ftronger,

We might have had his reign some four

years longer.

But who could stand before the mouth of

flander?

Alas ! not royal JOHN, nor princely A-

LEXANDER!

High praise, my noble Lords, is due

To such as YOU,

For condescending to instruct the nation,

That 'too much freedom is a dangerous thing,

And that we ought to have a KiNG,

And NOBLES of exalted station.

Nobility / thou pleasing, charming sound !

How dost thou lift me 'bove the 'common

beid'

I'm 'in a hole,' where I can look around,

And 'answer to the people' not a word.

If they complain, I care not for their cries,

The people are their own worst enemies.'

A KING we ought to have, and we will

have him-

Maugre the democratic rage and hate;

I see him crown'd, and hear you cry God

save him-

Much better than to cry 'God save the state.

But how shall we the precious treasure gain,

As a reward for all our toil and pain ?

I'll tell ye-at the next election

Let all the ' friends to order' join as one,

And turn out that rank demo, JEFFERSON,

And that will do the business to perfection.

But then perhaps you'll say the people

love him,

And that 'it is not easy to remove him ;

Perhaps 'tis not, but then we ought to try,

Nor leave the 'cause of truth' alone to die.

Have you forgot the pretty little arts,

And sly intrigues, of which you once cou'd

boa ?

Those pretty care-crows, brought from

foreign parts,

From good old mother England's happy coast

Which Porcupine and his most loyal crew,

To awe the ' common herd' bestow'd on

you ?

An 'alien act,' and a 'sedition law,

Were pretty things to bring about our ends,

That is, to keep the democrats in awe,

To help ourselves and honorable friends ;

To share among ourselves the ' loaves and

fishes,

And leave the 'plebeians' to scrape the dishes.

The ' stamp act and excise,' those glorious

things.

Hatch'd in Great-Britain, by 'the best of

kings,'

From thence imported, with a land tax too,

The honor of all which, belongs to you-

That is, my Lords, for being such faithful

drudges,

Some hundreds of you were appointed judges.

A standing army !' there the honor lies!

O H-m-ton, the great, the good, the wise !

How did king John delight to honor thee!

To thee we owe the honor of th' invention,

And bad success but answer'd thy intention,

We might have gagg'd the mouth of Liberty;

That is, we might have brought the people

under,

And that they did not sooner find us out,

And make a most infernal rout,

It was a wonder,

My Lords, I here wou'd make a few re-

flections,

And then again be under your directions.—

How sweetly my minutes declin'd,

When under J-N A-M's reign;

Bright prospects illumin'd my mind,

Unclouded by sorrow and pain.

I felt myself noble and great,

And look'd on the poor with disdain

Begrudging the bread which they ate,

But all my begrudging was vain !

How oft have I rov'd o'er the lawn,

Content play'd in smiles on my brow ;

I rose with the Lark on each morn,

All-nature seems chang'd to me now !

Ah sad o'er the meadows I stray,

And pensive I sigh to the breeze ;

For sorrow has clouded my day,

' And rob'd this torn bosom of ease

Forlorn and unotic'd I live,

No office of profit or glory;

No honor will Jefferson give

To me, all because I'm a tory !

A time there was once. when to be

A tory, was thought no disgrace;

The times are now alter'd-ab, me !

For now I am put out of place.

Thus I've indulg'd, my Lords, a plain

native train,

But in my next I'll be with you again,