Gazette Of The United States And Daily Evening Advertiser

Extracts from the address of the News-Bay of the Farmer's Chronicle.
A Connecticut Paper.

While other States with faction vexed
And Democratic clubs perplexed,
Were forced to combat base defection
In thick by lawless mob conventions,
We ne'er slept secure our vines beneath,
Binding our brows with laurel wreath;
Except that once th' appropriation,
Made as great noise as if creation
Would soon return to pristine chaos,
And no kind hand stretched out to stay us.

But now to pass from small to great,
And leave for Continent the State;
Have not your souls been roused to fury
As we the tale related to you,
Insurgents of whiskey lost to order,
Pa. Excise now resolved to murder:
Caught him and bound him neck and heels,
The crowds stroll round with glittering steels
In raised to strike the deadly blow.
Then Excise cried for help,—and lo!
Free States turned out as volunteers.
Cannon on their war-ships bout their ears,
Traversed the mountains diligently;
Where some no suppers got, and many
Quite hard showers were out,
Marching right on to meet the fight:
And now arrived at destined place,
Bringing their lawless force to face,
Beheld the rogues had run away.
Then quick the victories of the day
Was thro' the union highly sounded,
In mighty periods, finely rounded.—
And Congress next a month debated,
If whiskey-clubs were ill created;
A question if its cost we count,
Whose worth will rise to great amount.
This loss to balance, I here mention,
That old STEUBEN gives up his pension;
The truth, is he has fought the dust,
As every Pensioner ere long must;
An idea fraught with consolation
To every after generation.--