"Force fhall not tear thee from thy faithful fhrine "Thou ne'er wert his, and fhalt be ever mine!
"'Tis fix'd!-thefe lips fhall refolute inclofe "The precious Soother of my ceafelefs woes. “And thould relentless Violence invade. "This last retreat, by frantic Fondness made, One way remains!-Fate whispers to my Soul "Intrepid* Portia and her burning coal! "So fhall the throbbing Inmate of my breaft "From Love's fole gift meet everlasting reft!"
While these fad thoughts in fwift fucceffion fire
The fmother'd embers of each fond defire,
Quick to his mouth his eager hand removes
The beauteous femblance of the Form he loves.
That darling treasure safe, refign'd he wears
The fordid robe, the fcanty viand shares;
With chearful fortitude content to wait
The barter'd ranfom of a kinder fate.
Now many a Moon in her pale courfe had fhed,
The penfive beam on Andre's captive head,
At length the Sun rofe jocund to adorn
With all his fplendor the enfranchis'd Morn.
BRUTUS.] Impatient of my abfence, "And grieved that young Octavius, with "Mark Anthony
"Had made themselves fo ftrong, fhe grew
❝ distracted,
"And, her Attendants absent, swallow'd fire.
"CASSIUS.] And dy'd fo?
"BRUTUS.] Even fo!
See Shakespear's Play of Julius Cæfar, Attiv. Scene iv
Again the Hero joins the ardent Train
That pours its thoufands on the tented plain;
And fhines diftinguifh'd in the long Array,
Bright as the filver ftar that leads the Day!
His modeft temperance his wakeful heed,
His filent diligence, his ardent speed,
Each warrior duty to the Veteran taught,
Shaming the vain Experience Time had brought.
Dependance fcarcely feels his gentle sway
He fhares each want, and fmiles each grief away;
And to the virtues of a noble Heart
Unites the talents of inventive Art.
Thus from his fwift and faithful pencil flow
The Lines, the Camp, the Fortrefs of the Foe;
Serene to counteract each deep Design,
Points the dark Ambush, and the fpringing Mine;
Till, as a breathing Incenfe, Andre's name
Pervades the Hoft, and fwells the loud acclaim.
The Chief no virtue views with cold regard, Skill'd to difcern, and generous to reward; Each tow'ring hope his honor'd fmiles impart, As near his Perfon, and more near his heart The graceful Youth he draws, and round his brow Bids Rank and Power their mingled brilliance throw.
Oh! haft thou feen a blooming Morn of May.
In cryftal beauty fhed the modest ray?
And with its balmy dews refreshing fhow'r
Swell the young grain, and ope the purple flow'r?
In bright'ning luftre reach its radiant Noon,
Rob'd in the gayeft mantle of the Sun ?
Then 'mid the fpendors of its azure skies,
Oh! haft thou feen the cruel Storm arise?
In fable horror fhroud each dazzling charm,
And dash their glories back with icy arm !
Thus lower'd the deathful cloud amid the blaze Of Andre's Deftiny,-and quench'd its rays!
Ah fatal Embaffy-thy hazard's dire
His kindling Soul with every ardor fire;
Great Clinton gives it to the courage prov'd
And the known wifdom of the Friend he lov'd.
As fair Euryalus to meet his Fate,
With Nyfus rufhes from the Dardan gate,
Relentless Fate! whofe fury fcorns to fpare
The fnowy breast, red lip, and fhining hair,
So polish'd Andre launches on the waves,
Where* Hudfon's tide its dreary confine laves.
With firm intrepid foot the Youth explores
Each dangerous pathway of the hostile fhores;
But on no Veteran Chief his ftep attends,
As filent round the gloomy Wood he wends;
Alone he meets the brave repentant Foe,
Sustains his late refolve, receives his vow,
With ardent fkill directs the doubtful course,
Seals the firm bond and ratifies its force.
'Tis thus AMERICA, thy Generals fly, And wave new banners in their native sky! Sick of the mischiefs artful Gallia pours, In friendly femblance on thy ravag'd fhores Unnatural compact!-fhall 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 fpoils! How fade, Provincial glories, while You run To court far deeper bondage than you shun ! Is this the generous active rifing Flame, That boafted liberty's immortal name !
Hudfon's tide.-Major André 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,
And taught the Wife the dire miftake to mourn,
When haughty Britain, in a luckless hour,
With rage inebriate, and the luft of pow'r,
To fruitiefs conqueft, and to countless graves
Led her gay Legions o'er the western waves!
The Fiend of Difcord, cow'ring at the prow,
Sat darkly fmiling at th' impending woe!
Long did my foul the wretched ftrife furvey,
And wept the horrors of the deathful day;
Thro' rolling Years faw undecifive War
Drag bleeding Wisdom at his iron Car;
Exhauft my Country's treafure, pour her gore
In fruitless conflict on the distant shore;
Saw the firm Congrefs all her might oppofe,
And while I mourn'd her fate, rever'd her Foes
But when, repentant of her prouder aim,
She gently waves the long difputed claim;
Extends the charter with your rights reftor'd,
And hides in olive wreaths the blood-ftain'á fword.
Then to reject her peaceful wreaths, and throw
Your Country's freedom to our mutual Foe!
Infatuate Land!-from that detested day
Distracted Councils, and the thirst of Sway,
Rapacious Avarice, Superftition vile,
And all the Frenchman dictates in his guile
Difgrace your Congrefs!-Juftice drops her feale!
And radiant Liberty averts her fail!
They fly indignant the polluted plain,
Where Truth is fcorn'd and Mercy pleads in vain.
That she does plead in vain, thy witness bear,
Accurfed Hour!-Oh! darkeft of the Year!
That with Misfortune's deadlieft venom fraught
To Tappan's Wall the gallant Andre brought,
Suar'd in her fatal Maze, and borne away
Of fell Revenge, in all its guilt the Prey!
Oh Washington! I thought thee great and good
Nor knew thy Nero-thirft of guiltless blood!
Severe to ufe the pow'r that Fortune
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 bafe Abettors of the doom,
That funk his blooming honcurs 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
Of deep repentance for this barb'rous doom!
When injur'd Andre's memory fhall inspire
A kindling Army with refiftlefs fire;
Each falchion fharpen that the Britons wield,
And lead their fierceft Lion to the field!
Then, when each hope of thine fhall fet in night,
When dubious dread and unavailing fight
Impel your Hoft, thy guilt-upbraided Soul
Shall with untouch'd the facred Life you ftole !
And when thy Heart appall'd and vanquish'd Pride
Shall vainly afk the mercy they deny'd,
*Felon-cord.- "As I fuffer in the defence of my Country, I must 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 must "reflect difgrace on your Commander."
See Major Andre's latt words, inferted in the General Evening Poft, for Tuesday November 14, 1780.
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