The Patowmac Guardian, And Berkeley Advertiser

SEAT OF THE MUSES.

PARODY:

On the attempt to force the British Treaty on the People of
the United States.

AMERICANS! behold the fruits,
The end of all your vain pursuits,
Whole years in blood and warfare spent
To save this injur'd continent.--
How now it mortify your pride
To take once more the British side :
How will your eyes contain their tears
When all the sad effects appears!
This treaty in one page confines
The sad result of base designs;
The wretched purchase here behold
O' traitors--who their country sold,
Here, in their proper shape and mien
Fraud, perjury, and guilt are seen.
And few, a chosen few, must know
The MYSTERIES that lurk below.
Go home, ye merchants, poor and lean,
And kiss the hand--of Britain's Queen.
I see you of your cargoes stript
Your vessels stolen, your seamen whipt,
I see them from your decks compell'd
To wander o'er the watry field
In British ships, by force detain'd
I see the gallant sailor band
Lug to the power that lent us aid
Why Britain here her entry made-
I see them mix'd with George's sons,
I see them torn by Castle guns,
Disfigur'd, in the ocean cast
To find a resting place at last.
Philosophy! thou friend of man,
Teach me to view these strange events to scape
Aim to learn the secret cause
That alien tends from Nature's laws.
Why on this face of human things
Man bows his neck to tyrant kings ?
So did the Gods, when life he gave,
From nine in Maief for a slave--
Necessity, the tyrant's law,
All human race doth this way draw,
All prompted by the same desire
Of vigorous youth, and aged sire-
Observe, the coward and the bold
E'er to have their freedom sold
Physician, lawyer, and divine
All make oblations at this shrine
From this dismal state of things
In time a new creation springs;
From vile materials, fresh, shall rise
And fill the earth, and air, and skies,
In various forms appear again,
Jones. Presidents, and gentlemen :
On Jove pronounc'd among the Gods,
Chaos put trembling as he nods !