THE TRIP TO CAMBRIDGE Through mutual share of sunburst and of gloom, The common faith that made us what we are. That lifted blade transformed our jangling clans, Till then provincial, to Americans, Here was the doom fixed; here is marked the date When this New World awoke to man's estate, Burnt its last ship and ceased to look behind: Nor thoughtless was the choice; no love or hate Could from its poise move that deliberate mind, Weighing between too early and too late The waste of war, the ignominy of peace; Yet drew not back his hand, but gravely chose The seeming-desperate task whence our new nation rose. JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. Tory balladists found rich material for their rhymes in the undisciplined and motley army of which Washington was the head, but, strangely enough, the commander himself was the object of very few attacks of this kind. The following is almost the only one which has survived. THE TRIP TO CAMBRIDGE [July 3, 1775] WHEN Congress sent great Washington "T was then he took his gloomy way Astride his dapple donkeys, And travelled well, both night and day, Until he reach'd the Yankees. Away from camp, 'bout three miles off, All prinkèd up in full bag-wig; The women ran, the darkeys too; And all the bells, they tolled; For Britain's sons, by Doodle doo, We're sure to be consoled. Old mother Hancock with a pan All crowded full of butter, Unto the lovely Georgius ran, And added to the splutter. Says she, "Our brindle has just calved, As you're the country's papa.' "You'll butter bread and bread butter, But do not butt your speeches. You'll butter bread and bread butter, But do not grease your breeches." Full many a child went into camp, All dressed in homespun kersey, To see the greatest rebel scamp That ever cross'd o'er Jersey. The rebel clowns, oh! what a sight! Upon a stump he placed (himself), The patriot brave, the patriot fair, 169 The Colonials, on the other hand, among whom he seems to have inspired almost instant respect and affection, made him the subject of many songs, the most popular of which was Sewall's "War and Washington," which was sung by sol diers and civilians during the whole Revolution. MONTGOMERY AT QUEBEC While the army at Cambridge was getting into shape to assume the offensive, the British were by no means idle. They recovered St. John's, which Arnold had captured in May, and a fleet under Admiral Wallace ravaged the shores of Narragansett Bay. On October 7, 1775, he bombarded the town of Bristol, which had refused to furnish him with supplies, - an incident which is described in one of the most ingenuous and amusing of Revolutionary ballads. THE BOMBARDMENT OF BRISTOL [October 7, 1775) IN seventeen hundred and seventy-five, October 't was the seventh day, And there his ship did safely moor, Demanding that the magistrates At eight o'clock, by signal given, By British balls, both grape and round, But oh! to hear the doleful cries With all their firing and their skill And he was not killed by a ball, He, frightened, fell, which proved his fate. Another truth to you I'll tell, For aiming for to kill the people, They fired their shot into a steeple. They fired low, they fired high, 171 From the moment, almost, of the fight at Lexington, the conquest of Canada had been dreamed of, and in September, 1775, a force of two thousand men, under General Richard Montgomery, started for Quebec. He was joined by another force under Benedict Arnold, and an attempt was made to carry the citadel by storm. But Montgomery fell as he led the way over the walls, Arnold was wounded, and the Americans were beaten back. MONTGOMERY AT QUEBEC [December 31, 1775] ROUND Quebec's embattled walls Moodily the patriots lay; Dread disease within its thralls Drew them closer day by day; Till from suffering man to man, Mutinous, a murmur ran. Footsore, they had wandered far, They had fasted, they had bled; They had slept beneath the star With no pillow for the head; Was it but to freeze to stone In this cruel icy zone? Yet their leader held his heart, Naught discouraged, naught dismayed; Quelled with unobtrusive art Those that muttered; unafraid Waited, watchful, for the hour When his golden chance should flower. "T was the death-tide of the year; Night had passed its murky noon; Through the bitter atmosphere Pierced nor ray of star nor moon; But upon the bleak earth beat Blinding arrows of the sleet. While the trumpets of the storm Pealed the bastioned heights around, Did the dauntless heroes form, Did the low, sharp order sound. "Be the watchword Liberty !" Cried the brave Montgomery. Here, where he had won applause, When Wolfe faced the Gallic foe, For a nobler, grander cause Would he strike the fearless blow, Smite at Wrong upon the throne, At Injustice giant grown. "Men, you will not fear to tread Where your general dares to lead! On, my valiant boys!" he said, And his foot was first to speed; Flashed a sudden blinding glare; Seemed the earth to rock and reel; Thy genius, once the pride In Hancock's generous mind While in its cause the hero bled, Let zeal your breasts inspire; Let wisdom guide your plans; "T is not your cause entire, On doubtful conflict hangs; The fate of this vast continent, And unborn millions share th' event. To close the gloomy scenes While awful Wisdom hourly waits Brave Washington arrives, Great Marlboro's martial flame, To lead your conquering armies on To lasting glory and renown. To aid the glorious cause, While valiant Putnam's warlike deeds Let Britons proudly boast, And make us all their slaves;" Kind Heaven has deign'd to own Near ten to one has been their cost, For each American we've lost. SOME REMARKS ON THE PRESENT WAR Stand firm in your defence, Like Sons of Freedom fight, Your haughty foes convince That you'll maintain your right. Defiance bid to tyrants' frown, And glory will your valor crown. The Connecticut Gazette, 1776. Howe realized that Boston was untenable unless the Americans could be dislodged; but with the memory of Bunker Hill before him, he had no heart for the enterprise. While he hesitated, the American works were made well-nigh impregnable, and Howe decided to abandon the town. On March 17, 1776, the British troops, eight thousand in number, sailed away for Halifax. Washington at once took possession of the city. A POEM CONTAINING SOME RE MARKS ON THE PRESENT WAR [March 17, 1776] BRITONS grown big with pride And tyranny beside, They strove with all their might. The plan they laid was deep With sympathy I weep, Of that base murderous brood, They bid their armies sail Though billows roar, And take the first fair gale Gage was both base and mean, The men he sent were seen It was in Lexington Where patriots' blood did run Before the rising sun In crimson gore. Here sons of freedom fell Unto those brutes of hell But they shall live again, But oh! this cruel foe Their practice thus so base, Rouz'd up the patriot race, And now this cruelty In troubles they could smile, Our army willingly They did not fear our foe, But when old Gage did see He strove with all his might, A monster he. 173 |