At Irvine's nod,* 'twas fine to see

Tlie left prepared to figlit, The while the drovers, Waj-ne and Lee,

Drew off upon the right.

Whiuli Irvine 'twas Fame don't relate, Kor can the Muse assist hei',

Whether 'twas he that cocks a hat, Or he that gives a glister.

For greatly one was signalised. That fouglit at Chestnut Hill,

And Canada immortalised The vendor of the pill.

Yet the attendance upon Proctor They both might have to boast of ;

For there was business for the doctor. And hats to be disposed of.

Let none uncandidly infer That Stirling wanted spunk,

Tlio t^clf-niade peer had sure been theic 13ut that the peer was drunk. t

But turn we to the Hudson's banks, Where stood the modest train,

With purpose firm, tliougli slender rank Nor cared a pin for Wayne.

For then the unrelenting hand

Of rebel fury drove, And tore from ev'ry genial band

Of friendship and of love.

And some within a dungeon's gloom.

By mock tribunals laid. Had waited long a cruel doom,

Impending o'er their heads.

Here one bewails a brother's fate,

'1 here one a sire demands, Cut off, alas ! before their date.

By ignominious hands.

And silver'd grandsires here appear'd

In deep distress serene, Of reverend manners that declared

The better days they'd seen.

Oh ! cursed rebellion, these are thine, Thine are these tales of woe ;

Shall at thy dire insatiate shrine Blood never cease to flow ?

* General William Irvine, of Pennsylvania.