All in a cloud of dust were seen, The sheep, the horse, the goat.

The gentle heifer, ass obscene, The yearling and the slioat.

And pack-horses with fowls came liy,

Befeathered on each side. Like Pegasus, the horse that I

And other poets ride.

Sublime upon the stirrups rose

The mighty Lee behind. And drove the terror-smitten cows,

Lilce chaff before the wind.

But sudden see the woods above

Pour down another corps, All belter skelter in a drove.

Like that I sung before.

Irvine and terror in the van,

Came flying all abroad, And cannon, colours, horse, and man,

Ban tumbUng to the road.

Still as he Hed, 'twas Irvine's cry,

And his example too, " Eun on, my meny men all-- for why V

The shot will not go through.*

As when two kennels in the street,

Swell'd with a recent rain, In gushing streams together meet.

And seek the neighbouring drain ;

So meet these dung-bom tribes in one,

As swift in their career, And so to New Bridge they ran on --

But all the cows got clear.

Five refugees ('tis true) were found

Stiff on the block-house floor, But then 'tis thought the shot went round,

And in at the back door.

THE HUDSON. 447

Poor Parson Caldwell,* all in wonder,

Saw the returning train, And mourn'd to Wayne the lack of plunder,

For them to steal again.

For 'twas his right to seize the spoil, and To share with each commander.

As he had done at Staten Island With frost-bit Alexander.T