The New Hampshire Gazette And Historical Chronicle

Last Friday, the Day appointed for the Stamp Act's taking Place in America, was similar to a Description in Addison's Cato :-- "The Dawn was overcast, and heavily in Clouds brought on the Day, the great, the important Day! big with the Fate of ruin'd Trade, and Loss of Liberty!" The cloudy Dawn usher'd in the gloom-ey'd Morn with a sable Veil. wild Horror threaten'd the wide Vault of Heaven--the glorious Sun was darken'd, --and Nature seem'd herself to languish ! -The Sons of Freedom sunk beneath the horrid Gloom, and every one was struck with Melancholy at the approaching Funeral of their departed, beloved Friend LIBERTY! whose Obsequies Multitudes were now preparing to attend.

Summon'd by Death's clanking Knell, the Funeral began to move at 12 o'Clock, from the Crown Coffee-House, towards the burying Ground. -The Concourse of Mourners and Spectators was prodigious, consisting of Persons of all Ranks, from the highest even down to the Blacks, who seem'd from a Sense of their Masters Sufferings, to join the Mourning Courge. The Procession Was solemn; and with sullen Tread, and heavy Hearts, at Length arrived at the Place of Interment, where the Mourners were about taking their LAST FAREWELL of their old Friend LIBERTY.

"Oh!--LIBERTY!--Oh! FREE-DOM!--Oh! where art thou going?--my ruin'd Country!" --The mournful Aspiration was scarcely utter'd, when a Son of LIBERTY, emerging from the horrid Gloom of Despair, addres'd himself thus :-- "Oh LIBERTY! the Darling of my Soul! GLORIOUS LIBERTY! admir'd, ador'd by all true Britons!--LIBERTY dead! it cannot be!" --A Groan was then heard, as if coming from the Coffin! and upon closer Attention, it proved to be a Trance, for Old FREEDOM was not dead-- The Goddess Britannia had order'd a Guardian Angel to snatch Old FREEDOM from the Jaws of frozen Death, to the Orb of the reviving Sun, to remain invulnerable from the Attacks of lawless Tyranny and Oppression.--But what Pen can convey an Idea of the glorious Appearance Old LIBERTY made on his Flight towards the Sun:--That Moment he ascended, the God of Day appear'd in his greatest Beauty, the Clouds dispersed, and once more clear'd the Face of Heaven.

The Afternoon was spent in Rejoicing, and Bells ringing--The Court House was ornamented with the Ensigns of Loyalty--and the Evening Song was,

The Birthright of Britons is FREEDOM.
The contrary is Worse than Death's Pang,
HUZZA for GEORGE the Third.

CHORUS.
Britannia's Sons despise Slavery,
And dare to be nobly free!