The New Hampshire Gazette And Historical Chronicle

From the Boston-Post-Boy,
The Contract, or rather Battle,
Between Ariel and Umbriel, and their Auxiliaries.

'Twas on the day, our great Convention met
At place assign'd for open, free debate ;
When Ariel (with a candid, gen'rous heart)
True sentiments of loy'lty, did impart
To the attentive Throng, and with them calm
In their debates, that might affect the Realm.--
Bus'ness went on without the least controul ;
While harmony subsisted, thro' the whole.--
But soon the scene was chang'd- for Umbriel loud
(With Arms extended ) thus address'd the Croud
Shall fair BRITANNIA's sons now wear the yoke
Of L--ws oppressive-? 'tis an empty Joke !
We are free born--and all our actions free ;
To Gallic chains we'll not submissive be :
WARDENsIAN pow'r is novel ; and unknown
Was this, to our, fore Fathers of renown-
Wherefore I move before this Class be chose.
That Yeas & Nays the present contest close-
Your challenge is accepted, ARIEL cry'd,
And by this form, the case shall soon be try'd-s
Then ARIELL, and his faithful YEAS unite
In firm Battalia, ready for the fight-
The NAYs (with furious UmBRIEL at their head)
By noise and tumult, aim'd to' strike a dread
Into the adverse party-but their scheme
Prov'd all abortive, and an idle dream-
Th' intrepid YEAS pres'd forward on the Foe,
Destin'd destruction follow'd ev'ry blow-:
The slaughter'd Nays now cover the Champain,
The remnant flies-fierce UmBRIEL call in vain,
To rally the his scatter'd troops, for they
Swift quit the field, and bravely run away.-
Th'impatient YEAS now wait the Leaders word
Pursue the Rout, and put them to the sword.--
But ARIEL rose from's seat (above the rest)
And cry'd the day's our own, by all confess--
What wou'd Ye more ? prepare Paeæan lays.
To sing the Conquest, and each Victor's praise-