The New Hampshire Gazette

On the present EXPEDITION
By a Quaker.

Is this a Time to fiddling and dance,
And imitate the Airs that come from France,
Assemblies, Comforts, false delusive Charms.
When Thee, and I, and All, should take up Arms?
Though excus'd.
Thy Land, thy Liberty, thy All's at Stake:
NOW, for thy Country and thy Children's sake,
Exert thyself: 'Tis not a Time to spend;
But what thou hast to spare, do give or lend:
Nor murmur at thy Tax, how great soever;
Consider that the Chance seems Now, or Never.
Let each Man strive, just now, who shall do most:
The Prize is great, however great the Cost.
The Romans when distress'd by their bad Neighbours
Both murther'd robb'd and plunder'd of their Labours,
They left their Children, Friends and Wives,
To save their Country, if they lost their Lives:
'Tis just our Case; let us not be behind 'em,
Nor fear our Foes, but be resolv'd to find them.
Contemn all Hazards and maintain thy Station:
'Tis glorious, Death to face, to save thy Nation.
No need of Prophecy, I plainly see:
If thou don't rout 'em now, they'll soon rout thee.
A pointed Sword hangs hov'ring o'er thy Head;
'Tis better e'en to die, than always dread.
Consider what great Benefits thou'lt reap,
And Honour too, great Honours can't come Cheap:
Then let not Gain, but Glory be thy Thirst:
Nor be compell'd; but strive who shall go first.
Whoever does not go, or give or lend,
(If able to) he's not his Country's Friend.
Then dear Abishai, (tho' thou art excus'd,)
Enlist this once.--thou wilt not be refus'd:--
Go forth, and save thy Country from Distress:
In spite of Jesuit's Arts and French Fineness.
Let AMHERST lead, and act thy Parts as Men;
Thou'lt drive that faithless Crew Out of their Den.
Then Riches, Peace and Plenty will abound;
And thou, at thy Return, with Laurels crown'd.