CHORUS.

For ne'er shall the sons of COLUMBIA be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves.

The fame of our arms, of our laws the mild sw

Had justly ennobled our nation in story,

Till the dark clouds of fiction obscured our bright day,
And envellop'd the sun of AMERICAN glory;
But let traitors be told,

Who their country have sold,

And barter'd their God, for his image in gold,

CHORUS.

That ne'er shall the sons of COLUMBIA be slaves, While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves.

While FRANCE her huge limbs bathes recumbent in blood,
And society's base threats with wide dissolution;

May Peace like the dove, who return'd from the flood,
Find an Ark of abode in our mild Constitution;
But tho peace is our aim,

Yet the boon we disclaim,

If bought by our Sovereignty, Justice, or Fame.

CHORUS.

For ne'er shall the sons of COLUMBIA be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves.

"Tis the fire of the flint each American warms,

Let Rome's haughty victors beware of collision! Let them bring all the vassals of EUROPE in arms, We're a World by ourselves, and disdain a division;

gate, which he opened, and a guard with musquets and fixed bayonets entered. I went to bed again, and made up my mind for prison, for I was then the only lodger. It was a guard to take up but I thank

God they were out of their reach.

The guard came about a month after, in the night, and took away the landlord, Georgeit; and the scene in the house finished with the arrestation of myself. This was soon after you called on me, and sorry I was it was not in my power to render to that you asked.

I have now fulfilled my engagement, expectation, in relating the case of

the service

and I hope your

-, landed back

on the shore of life, by the mistake of the pilot, who was conducting him out; and preserved afterwards from prison, perhaps a worse fate, without knowing it himself.

You say a story cannot be too melancholy for you. This is interesting and affecting, but not melancholy. It may raise in your mind a sympathetic sentiment in reading it; and though it may start a tear of pity, you will not have a tear of sorrow to drop on the page.

Here, my contemplative correspondent, let us stop

and look back upon the scene. The matters here related being all facts, are strongly pictured in my mind, and in this sense, Forgetfulness does not apply. But facts and feelings are distinct things, and it is against feelings that the opium wand of Forgetfulness draws us into ease. Look back on any scene or subject that once gave you distress, for all of us have felt some, and you will find, that though the remembrance of the fact is not extinct in your memory, the feeling is extinct in your mind. You can remember when you had felt distress, but you cannot feel that distress again, and perhaps will wonder you felt it then. It is like a shadow that loses itself by light.

It is often difficult to know what is a misfortune: that which we feel as a great one to day, may be the means of turning aside our steps into some new path that leads to happiness yet unknown. In tracing the scenes of my own life, I can discover that the condition I now enjoy, which is sweet to me, and will be more so when I get to America, except by the loss of your society, has been produced, in the first instance, in my being disappointed in former projects. Under that impenetrable veil futurity we know not what is concealed, and the day to arrive is hidden from us. Turning then. our thoughts to those cases of despair that lead to suicide, when, the mind' as you say 'neither sees nor hears, and holds council only with itself; when the very idea of consolation would add to the torture, and self-destruction

MINERVA flew hastily, sent from above,

And addrest her this message from thundering JOVE:
Rouse, quickly awake,

Your FREEDOM's at stake,

Storms arise, your renown'd INDEPENDENCE to shake, Then lose not a moment, my aid I will lend,

If your sons will assemble your RIGHTS to defend.

Roused COLUMBIA rose up, and indignant declared,
That no nation she had wrong'd, aud no nation she fear'd,
That she wished not for war, but if war were her fate,
She would rally up souls independent and great.
Then tell mighty Jove,

That we quickly will prove,

We deserve the protection he'll send from above;

For ne'er shall the sons of AMERICA bend,

But united their RIGHTS and their FREEDOM defend.

MINERVA Smiled cheerfully as she withdrew,

Enraptured to find her AMERICANS true,

"For, said she, our sly MERCURY oft times reports,
That your sons are divided"-COLUMBIA retorts,
"Tell that vile god of thieves,

His report but deceives,

And we care not what madman such nonsense believes,

For ne'er shall the sons of AMERICA bend,

But united their RIGHTS and their FREEDOM defend."

JOVE rejoiced in COLUMBIA such union to see,
And swore by old Styx she deserved to be free;

Then assembled the GODS, who all gave consent,
Their assistance if needful her ill to prevent;

MARS arose, shook his armour,

And swore his old Farmer

Should ne'er in his country see ought that could harm her, For ne'er should the sons of AMERICA bend,

But united their RIGHTS and their FREEDOM defend.

MINERVA resolved that her Ægis she'd lend,
And APOLLO declared he their cause would defend,
Old VULCAN an armour would forge for their aid,
More firm than the one for ACHILLES he made.
JOVE vow'd he'd prepare,

A compound most rare,

Of courage, and union, a bountiful share;

And swore ne'er shall the sons of AMERICA bend,

But their RIGHTS and their FREEDOM most firmly defend.

Ye sons of COLUMBIA then join hand in hand,

Divided we fall, but united we stand;

Tis ours to determine, tis ours to decree,

That in peace we will live INDEPENDENT and FREE;

And should from afar

Break the horrors of war,

We'll always be ready at once to declare,

That ne'er will the sons of AMERICA bend,

But united their RIGHTS and their FREEDOM defend.