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But ah, why trifle thus with love,
BARRELL TO HASKELL.
Boston, Sunday, Decr. 10th, 1786. Haskell, t'is Sunday; that you know And that we're buried up in Snow; But I've a bottle left, of Wine Of purest kind : if you will join Our social circle round the fire.
'T will be the height of Sam's desire
I've got a pair of birds to roast
THE ANSWER BY ROYAL FLINT.
Had you no roasted birds nor wine;
But if your wine you make me taste,
When suppers done & toasts are drank,
* Wings—a Lane so-call'd where Flint & Haskell Lodge.
An ODE, TO HIS EXCELLENCY
To Washington, who greatly brave,
Or perish in the cause :
What tributes of applause !
At freedom's call, the Hero rose,
And braved their fiercest rage :
Nor dar'd with him engage.
His martial skill our legions form’d,
And fann'd the rising flame,
Then bade them fly with shame.
His vengeance struck them with dismay,
And wither'd all the host.
To what ill fated coast ?
But now the cannon's thundering roar,
And call our youths from far;
Triumphant guide the war.
And ev'ry wrong redrest.
Long live supremely blest.
ODE TO THE LADIES.
How shall the raptured heart, ye fair,
Declare the bliss it feels ? The balm to soften every care
Which mutual love reveals ? When prudence joins the gentle tie,
In vain will sorrow prove,
Before the breath of Love.
At joys he cannot taste !
With life, its bliss doth last :
Your gen'rous partner find,
S. B. W.
Jos. Barrell to Major E. Haskell.
Who lay upon his bed,
To wake him from the dead.
But Day arose supreme,
He thought it was a dream.
Were waiting for my Lord,
For Major of the Sword.
Now open'd both his eyes,
It filled him with surprise.
Where will the blame descend,
I disappoint my friend.
I swear I'll be in time,
Or drink one glass of wine.
FOR TIIE FOURTH OF JULY, 1786.
Souls who nobly scorn to yield,
Friendship formed in hostile field.
CHORUS-Hail, Cincinnatus, great in arms,
Thy sons revere thy name
When conquest crowns their fame.
Can make your armies flee,
Columbia now is free.
To freedom sacred be this day,
In each revolving year,
With hearts devoid of fear.
CH0.—Hail, Cincinnatus, &c., &c.
S. B. W.
List of names invited to a turtle feast at Wethersfield, August
WETHERSFIELD, August 24th, 1779. A Club dinner is proposed to be given at Samuel Stillman's house, on Thursday, at two o'clock, on turtle, when the following gentlemen's company is desired.
S. B. WEBB.
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