Ah fatal Embaffy-thy hazard's dire As fair Euryalus to meet his Fate, ; 'Tis thus AMERICA, thy Generals fly, And wave new banners in their native sky! Sick of the mifchiefs artful Gallia pours, In friendly femblance on thy ravag'd fhores Unnatural compact !-shall a Race of Slaves Suftain the ponderous ftandard Freedom waves? No! while their feign'd Protection fpreads the toils, The Vultures hover o'er the deftin'd spoils! How fade, Provincial glories, while You run To court far deeper bondage than you shun ! Is this the generous active rifing Flame, That boasted liberty's immortal name! * Hudfon's tide-Major Andre came up the Hudfon River to meet General Arnold. On his return by Land he fell into the hands of the Enemy. Blaz'd for its rights infring'd, its trophies torn, With rage Long did my foul the wretched ftrife survey, But when, repentant of her prouder aim, She gently waves the long difputed claim; Extends the charter with your rights refor'd,.. And hides in olive wreaths the blood-ftain a fword. Then to reject her peaceful wreaths, and throw Your Country's freedom to our mutual Foe! Infatuate Land!-from that detefted day Diftracted Councils, and the thirft of Sway, Rapacious Avarice, Superftition vile, And all the Frenchman dictates in his guile Difgrace your Congrefs!Juftice drops her fcale! And radiant Liberty averts her fail! They fly indignant the polluted plain, Where Truth is fcorn'd and Mercy pleads in vain. That he does-plead in vain, thy witnefs bear, Accurfed Hour!-Oh! darkeft of the Year! That with Misfortune's deadlieft venom fraught To Tappan's Wall the gallant Andre brought, Snar'd in her fatal. Maze, and borne away Of fell Revenge, in all its guilt the Prey ! Oh Washington! I thought thee great and gout, Nor knew thy Nero-thirst of guiltless blood! Severe to ufe the power that Fortune gave, Thou cool determin'd Murderer of the Brave! Loft to each fairer Virtue, that infpires The genuine fervor of the Patriot fires! And You, the base Abettors of the doom, That funk his blooming honours in the tomb, Th' opprobrious tomb your harden'd hearts decreed, While all he afk'd was as the Brave to bleed! Nor other boon the glorious Youth implor'd Save the cold Mercy of the Warrior-Sword! O dark, and pitilefs! your impious hate O'er-whelm'd the Hero in the Ruffian's fate! Stopt with the* Felon-cord the rofy breath! And venom'd with difgrace the darts of Death! Remorfelefs Washington! the day fhall come Each falchion fharpen that the Britons wield, * Felon-cord." As I fuffer in the defence of my "Country, I mult confider this hour as the most glo"rious of my life. Remember that I die as becomes a British Officer, while the manner of my death muft "reflect difgrace on your Commander.” See Major Andre's lat words, inferted in the General Evening Post, for Tuesday November 14, 1780. With horror fhalt thou meet the fate they gave Lefs cruel far than thou, on Iliion's plain But no intreaty wakes the foft remorse Tappan-Worm! What tho the Tyrants, with malignant pride, To thy pale corfe each decent rite deny'd! Thy graceful limbs in no kind covert laid, Nor with the Chriftian-Requiem footh'd thy fhade! Yet on the grafs-green Bier foft April-Show'rs Shall earliest wake the fweet fpontaneous Flow'rs! Bid the blue Hare-bell, and the Snow-Drop there Hang their cold cup, and drop the pearly tear! And oft, at penfive Eve's ambiguous gloom, Imperial Honour, bending o'er thy tomb, * Tappan. The place where Major Andre was executed. With folemn ftrains fhall lull thy deep repose, Lamented Youth! while with inverted spear Oh! ye diftinguifh'd Few! whofe glowing lays *Funeral-fcarf.-Our whole Army in America went into mourning for Major Andre, a distinguish'd tribute to his merit. + Veftal flame.-The Veftal fire was kept perpetually burning, and originally kindled from the rays of the Sun. B b |