The New Hampshire Gazette

The Cat let out of the Bag.

This play in five acts, has been under rehearsal, for some time. at Boston. The characters are well supported; the plot is interesting; and, we doubt not, its development will be highly gratifying to the American people. The following specimen is from the third act.

Scene--An eating room: a company of sailors seated round a table reading the proclamation of king George; and the embargo bill of the American Government.--Enter the editor of the Boston Gazette followed by a company of apes loaded with tory newspapers. Editor groans; which the apes attempt to imitate, then grin and chatter.-- Sailors look round and laugh

1st Sailor--Here's a flock of mother Cary's chickens.

Editor-(his voice broken by sobs)" Oh poor sailors! ah poor blue jackets! don't go to war with the mother country ? don't go to war with good old England ? you will get hard knocks on the pate! you will spend your years in English prisons and prison-ships !- don't submit to the Embargo ? you will beg in the streets or rot in the alms house! ah poor sailors! oh poor blue jackets !"

Boatswain--(rolls his cud, and squirts the tobacco juice at the apes, then, turning to his comrades) What think you my hearties to all this cud?

2d Sailor-Why. 'tis all in my eye jack. Shiver my limbs but this fellow is an english dishclout ! o lets have no more of his blarney.

An American tar knows his duty-and if he gets in prison d'ye see, he'll get out ag'in: and as for a hard knock let'em try an' they will, whose head is hardest

BoatswainThat's right my honest soul,- We'll stick to our quarters, boys, like true hearted sailors, and may the lubber be flushed home to the gizzard, and scraped with a sharks tooth, who would mutiny 'gainst his commander and desert the ship 'cause a hard gale and a tough passage brings him to short allowance. Sailors give three cheers-editor sneaks off followed by the apes.