Him for our head we mount o'er every bar,
His voice our compass, nod our polar star.
For, with severe and unremitted hate,
We urge illustrious Adams on to fate;
Condemn his principles, his book detest,
Misquote his sentiments, his conduct wrest,
Charge him with loving what ourselves we love,
Charge him with hate of what we disapprove,
And load with vilest terms of reprobation
The very phantom of our own creation.
The monocrats, aristocrats lie low,
High-flying mushrooms sink in deadliest woe,
The toad-stool too, with sympathy opprest,
Feels his soft heart lie heavy in his breast,
And, as he hangs his head, he oft applies
The handkerchief to dry his moisten'd eyes.
While joyous sing the people's friends and prance,
And treat the Negroes to a royal dance,*

*The following description of the celebrated Equality Ball given to the Negroes of Boston by Governor Hancock is extracted from the New-Year's Verses for the American Mercury, for 1793:

"And lo! where o'er the Eastern shores,

Bostonia lifts her haughty towers,

What motley scenes salute our eyes!
What wonders upon wonders rise!
There each succeeding day still brings
A mixture strange of various things.

There plays their heathen names forsake,
And those of Moral Lectures take,

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And loud to Anarchy their voices raise
In hallelujahs and in hymns of praise,
To the sweet Tune of Freedom born anew;
That Tune so charming, and so novel too,

While, thus baptis'd, they hope to win
Indulgence for all future sin.

Now, Hancock, fir'd with patriot rage,
Proscribes these morals of the stage,
Claps Harper under civil durance,
For having dared, with vile assurance,
By Interludes and Plays profane
Pollute the glories of his reign.

Now, prompt to assert the rights of man,
On Nature's most extensive plan,
Behold him to his splendid hall

The noble sons of Afric call :
While as the sable bands advance,
With frolic mien, and sportive dance,
Refreshing clouds of rich perfume
Are wafted o'er the spacious room.
With keen delight the Sage surveys
Their graceful tricks, and winning ways;
Their tones enchanting raptur'd hears,
More sweet than music of the spheres ;
And as he breathes the fragrant air,
He deems that Freedom's self dwells there.
While CUFFEY near him takes his stand,
Hale-fellow met, and grasps his hand—
With pleasure glistening in his eyes,
"An! Massa Gubbernur !" he cries,
"Me grad to see you, for de peeple say
"You lub de Neegur better dan de play."

That Tune by tinkers sung, by coblers lov'd,
Which to the Cow* of old so fatal prov'd,

That from this world with joy she took her flight,
And bade her ancient friends a long Good Night;
Those who his Majesty of Mobs disown,
And seek that Holy Sovereign to dethrone,
When Grandsire ADAM's principles shall fail,
And flesh and blood, from keeping long, grow stale,
May sing the funeral dirge in mournful stave,
And get old Burkitt† too to dig the grave.

Rejoice! ye Pokahontian Tribes rejoice!
In loud Te Deums raise your clam'rous voice!
Proclaim from Anarchy what blessings spring!
"Shall CLINTON reign and HENRICO not sing?"
Yes, men of Belial! had ye sense to feel,
You'd find Regeneration at your heel,

And not far distant is the awful day

When your base clan a reckoning dire shall pay,
When old Virginia shall resume the reins,
And yield a rich reward for all your mighty pains.
Then shall your dress, your mimickry of state,
Your chariots, servants, equipage and plate,
Your brilliant levees, and your gala-days,
Your court-parade, your frankincense of praise,

* There was a piper had a Cow→

He had no hay to give her―

He took his pipe and began to play-
"Consider, Cow, consider."

↑ A well known Sexton,