The New Hampshire Gazette And General Advertiser

What tones, when genius strikes the lyre!

Extract from the New-Year's Wish, of the Carrier of the American Mercury. [Hartford.]

First blest these shores, has cross'd the air, LIBERTY, whose gentle sway
To visit Gallia, and inflame
Her sons their ancient rights to claim.
From realm to realm she still shall fly,
As lightning shoots across the sky,
And tyrants her just empire own,
And at her feet submit their crown.
"Go, tell your country, he is still
Heaven's care; and happy, if she will
But all must first their station fix,
Nor craze their skulls with politicks;
His proper calling each pursue,
And thus his worth and wisdom shew.
Let sailors tempt the watery main,
And peasants urge the soil for gain;
The merchant at his counter stand;
The artist keeps his tools in hand:
The cobler ply his last and awl:
To patch old kettles tinkers bawl;
Smiths at the forge their temples rub
The cooper's rattle round his tub:
Astronomers make almanacks;
And pills and purges leave to quacks
Wise pedagogues their pupils teach,
The parson be content to preach."