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RNYG.779.009
6 Jan 1779:32 (237)
Mr. Rivington,
Observing that you at times entertain your reader with
little poetical squibs, I have sent you a copy of verses
which were published in the New-London Gazette, of May 22,
1778, and of some lines that were written underneath them
with a pencil, by a Loyalist, then a prisoner in
Connecticut, who happened to meet with the gazette in a
tavern.
ON READING GOVERNOR TRUMBULL'S LETTER TO GENERAL TYRON,
When Britain weary of hostile talk,
Meanly assum'd the serpent for a mask;
My indignation and resentment rose
Too high almost for language to disclose;
My rambling genius might a volume fill
And half my thoughts remain unutter'd still;
But Trumbull, in few words, express'st the whole,
And better than I could--spoke all my soul.
Go on great genius of America,
I'm all ears! I've not a word to say.
That you've great "ears," and "not a word to say,"
We will allow--but doubtless you can bray;
Such braying sure should meet a due regard,
And not, like virtue, be its own reward--.
May Trumbull then upon your ears bestow,
What Bala'm gave your Grand-Dam long ago.
Cudgel.
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