Columbia and Britannia: a dramatic piece. / By a citizen of the United States. ; [One line in Latin]

COLUMBIA and BRITANNIA.

ACT I.

Representing the state of the American colonies at the close of the French war—1763.

Columbia sola.

COLUMBIA.

FROM regions long unknown, from pathless wilds And dark retreats, wrapt in obscurity I come: long hid from every eye, save those O'erfilm'd with ignorance, half-discerning Nature fix'd upon me.— No chearing symphony of harp or song Mine ears delighted:— No friendly intercourse e'er taught my heart The gentle sigh of sympathy, or wak'd The tender passions of my soul:— Nor did bright science, with her chearing beams, Nor, education point the way to bliss: But to the rough savage destin'd, Long time in gloomy silence I remain'd: In vain the genial sun roll'd through the skies, Or gentle showers refresh'd the fertile glebe, Heaven's bounties unimprov'd were lavish thrown,

On more than half the habitable world: Till fair Europa's sons, rous'd by the call Of chaste religion, kin•••••• led me forth From dark oblivion, and barbarous hands.

Now, where once the wide-extended forests rung With howling beasts of prey, or savage yells, I hear the smiling fruitful fields resound, With lowing herds, and joyful husbandmen.

Here, where once an o'ergrown thicket stood, I now behold the tow'ring spires to heaven ascend, And lofty domes, now occupy the place Where once the screaming owl, or ravenous wolf From every human eye found safe retreat. Here, in these gloomy realms where nothing then Was in the youthful mind instill'd, Save how to weild the murd'rous knife, Or through the pathless woods direct the course, To crown the chace, or glut revenge, Now I behold vast groups of sprightly youth, Taught by the light of virtuous education, And led by science in the path of glory.— Happy change!— May heaven propitious bless succeeding years, And raise Columbia to renown.— But see—Britannia my dear parent comes; I'll meet, and bid her joyful welcome, For recent conquest and return of peace.

Enter BRITANNIA.

Hail blest Britannia!—I'm happy thus to meet thee And express the sincere joy, and gratitude I feel,

For the success of our united force, In vanquishing the cruel savage foes, And to our bleeding land restoring peace.—

BRITANNIA.

Welcome, my dear Columbia— Once more these eyes behold thee free— Free from savage rage and Gallic usurpation: Long hast thou groan'd beneath th' insulting foe; Threatning, on every side, destruction; But now, thanks to that Power who rules the world You're free, and once more happy— Columbia—ever dear to thy Britannia, But yet much more endear'd since I beheld Thy Patriotic zeal, when unappall'd Thou metst the daring foe, and join'd With British Thunder, crush'd their bold designs▪ Brave Columbia— True to virtue's cause, thy bold intrepid Sons withstood the face of death, And mock'd at danger.— Peace has return'd and crown'd thy arduous toil.

COLUMBIA.

Kind Britannia— My joy for peace restor'd is still increas'd, If through the dangers of a direful war, In ought, I've merited thy approbation, This, has ever been my ambition's highest aim: And gratitude and loyalty demand it still.

Happy reflection, it shall ever be, That undivided interest still unites, And makes Columbia, and Britannia ONE.

BRITANNIA.

Yes, my dear Columbia— Most justly thou deserv'st Britannia's Warmest thanks, for thy sincere Attachment to the general good, Which even beyond thy share has prompted thee To undertake, and bravely persevere In carrying on a dangerous and expensive war; And for the happy event, Britannia Acknowledges herself to thee indebted.— And now since war's devouring jaws are stopt, And Discord's horrid yells are heard no more, Go, virtuous offspring, reap the blest rewards; Go crown'd with laurels, undisturb'd enjoy Those sacred rights, entail'd to all mankind, And amply due to thee.

[Exit Britannia.

Columbia sola.

Thanks to the auspicious power who fixt my lot, United with the blest Britannia.— Illustrious queen of nations!—how I love, And how revere thy mild majestic sway. With thy united force, not all the brood Of savage miscreants, who wildly roam The boundless forest of this new-found world, Nor the proud nations on the eastern main,

Shall shake my peace, or check my rising greatness. Long, great Britannia may thy mighty power, With blest Columbia, awe the wond'ring world; While unanimity, and peace, and love Harmonious, firmly bind, and nought divide But local situation, all our views.—

Now all my might shall be exerted, How I may promote the general good, And best deserve Britannia's praise. May Heaven propitious bless this rising state, And make Columbia with Britannia great.

[Exit.

End of the first Act.

ACT II.

Discovers Britannia on an elevated seat with her nobles around her, concerting measures for the ruin of Colum|bia.

Paramont, Scotos, Justitius, Ireneus, Indignus and Ava|rus.

PARAMONT.

Illustrious queen— Impress'd with all that humble gratitude, Or most profound submission can inspire; As loyal subjects, bound by every tie To love, obey, and serve Britannia, We ask your kind indulgence, that we may Be permitted to express our minds on matters, That we deem of great importance, and ourselves In duty bound to certify Britannia.

BRITANNIA.

My noble lords, whom I have chosen to protect, And guard my realm; With pleasing satisfaction I express, My sincere thanks for your most strict attention To the peace, and honour of Britannia, Still conscious of your firmest rectitude, I'll chearfully attend, and quickly Answer your requests.— With freedom then, my lords, proceed.—

PARAMONT.

May it please your royal highness— We think it first our duty to express, Sincerely to express, our real joy And warm congratulations, for the late Most fortunate event, and happy change, Which clos'd a cruel war victorious; When British thunder made proud Gallia tremble, Check'd her daring usurpation, and by force, The great Canadian province gain'd. Now peace the fair Columbian shores has blest, And all Britannia's empire smiles.— We now would ask, as wholly aiming At the general good of our wide realms, That since Columbia, now so much enlarg'd, By recent conquest, and extent of bounds, Be somewhat check'd— Lest she forget her due allegiance, To the crown of great Britannia, Remind her of the vast expence of blood,

And treasure, which Britannia has lost, In her protection, and defence.— She's rich, and flourishing; Her subjects num'rous, and rapidly increasing, Will soon be equal, and perhaps exceed In number, all Britannia's sons beside; Then, forgetful of the debt she owes For her protection and defence, We fear she'll break the bond of her allegiance, And proudly grasp at Independence.— May Heaven avert th' unhappy period! But from a firm attachment to the peace, And welfare of Britannia, We would in time express our fears.—

BRITANNIA.

I hope, my lords, your fears are groundless— —Is't possible my dear Columbia, Should entertain a thought like this?—

SCOTOS.

Auspicious sovereign— I would to Heaven, I could invalidate That which my noble lord has just observ'd; For my dear country's sake I wish it— But, duty, truth and honour, all forbid.— Your colonies, which now Columbia holds, And under specious show of loyalty pretends A strict attachment to Britannia, Are restless and rebellious, fond of change,— And even now, discover their desires

To separate from Britannia!— 'Tis true, my sov'reign, though shocking to relate, That so forgetful is Columbia Of the parent state—of gratitude so void, She's now become quite proud and factious, And even denies and scorns the sacred right, Which great Britannia has To rule and govern in the western world!— Most sure I am, unless coercive measures Soon are taken—Columbia is lost!

BRITANNIA.

What must be done, my lords?— I am astonish'd that such a daring spirit Should be found in young Columbia.— 'Tis what I least have thought;— Are you sure 'tis true may lords?

JUSTITIUS.

With permission from your highness, I must express my wonder and surprise, At what has just been said— I cannot even guess, from what my noble lords Have taken their suspicions of disloyalty In our young Columbia.— Has she not ever given convincing Proofs, of her most strong, and firm attachment To the welfare of Britannia?— Has she not shown her loyalty and valour, Most conspicuous, in the late unhappy Though victorious war?

For my single self, I must declare, I've ever thought Columbia loyal.—

As for coercive measures, which my lord Was pleas'd to mention,— I shudder at the thought!—'Tis big with Horror and destruction!— Too well Columbia knows the worth of freedom, Tamely to resign it.— If by coercive measures his lordship means, To tear from her by force, those sacred rights, Which heaven has given, and great Britannia Has acknowledg'd hers—Be cautious— I think his lordship would do well to prove The fact, or why such measures are requir'd, Before he urge their execution.—

SCOTOS.

Columbia truly wears the specious Face of loyalty, and well she may, Because she knows herself as yet unable To dispute the lawful claims of Great Britannia.— But, my lords, she cherishes the Invenom'd Asp, of curst Rebellion!— She secretly aspires to break the league Which binds her to the parent state. You cannot doubt the truth of this, my lords, For does she not pretend to claim by right, The power of Legislation?—

JUSTITIUS.

No, my lord,—no surther than Britannia Has formerly been pleas'd to grant.— I'm bold to say, my lords, there's not a Single instance, wherein Columbia Hås infring'd on that most sacred law Of liberty, entail'd to British subjects.—

BRITANNIA.

Not doubting of your full exertions, To promote the general good and happiness Of our vast empire, to guard from threatning ill, And check in embryo, the seeds of faction; I hope, and trust, my lords, you will proceed With cool, and calm deliberation, Like those in whom Britannia confides. And now, my Lords, I shall retire— And leave you to consult the general good, And welfare of my realm.—

[Exit Britannia with attendants, &c. (The Noblemen remain and proceed in their consultation.)

PARAMONT.

My lords, the matter now in question, Demands immediate and close attention.— 'Tis plain, Columbia needs a check; Who that beholds her rising grandeur can deny, That soon she'll bid defiance to the world; At least be far beyond Britannia's reach? And has she not already by refusing

To submit to certain just demands Of great Britannia, Openly declar'd she deems herself too great To be controul'd?— She has,—nor can it be deny'd; And if not soon restrain'd, my lords,— She's gone—and is no more a part Of Great Britannia's empire.—

JUSTITIUS.

And what shall this illustrious house infer From what the noble lord has just observ'd? Why this, as I conceive, my lords,— Columbia is rising high in grandeur, Her num'rous sons are fast increasing; What then?— Why surely she must be restrain'd and check'd, And why, my lords, shall not Britannia's isle, This seat of empire, be restrain'd and check'd? No, says my lord, Columbia is factious, And, refuses to submit— Submit to what?—to just and wholesome laws? No, my lords, to laws repugnant to the rights Of human nature, unconstitutional, Unjust, infringing on the plighted faith Of great Britannia to her subjects: I dare affirm, my lords, and will maintain, That if Britannia abide her faith, However high Columbia's glory rise, However powerful she may hereafter be, Her greatness and her glory will be all Britannia's.

AVARUS.

I'm much surpriz'd, my lords, to find, That any dare attempt to justify, A spirit of rebellion and disorder Among the subjects of Britannia!— Columbia is proud, imperious, and haughty; A daring spirit of rebellion now subsists; And soon, if not suppress'd, will burst the bands Of her allegiance, and tear her from Britannia. Who, and where is he that is possess'd of half an eye, That cannot see Britannia's perfect right. Nay more, her present pressing need, Of all the treasures of Columbia?— Is not our nation much involv'd in debt? Why then should not Columbia lend her aid, To extricate her parent from destruction?

She's rich, my lords, and whence has she deriv'd Her opulence and riches? From Britannia;— To her she owes her riches, life and liberty; Of all, Britannia's the sole proprietor, And has a full and perfect right to use, Whatever she possesses, when and how She pleases.—

IRENEUS.

Where then, my lords, is liberty and freedom! If thus Britannia's sons may be oppress'd, If life, and property are thus expos'd,

My lords, I'm bold to say, there's not a nation In the barbarous wilds of Afric, Half so wretched.— If thus Columbia may be treated,— Then we on fair Britannia's isle, no more May boast our freedom, but sink supinely In the hideous gulf of abject servitude. Where are the rights of human nature? Where is Britannia's plighted faith to those Who risq'd their lives and fortunes on the shores, Then barbarous shores of young Columbia?— Because Heaven prosper'd their designs, and blest Their dangerous enterprize, Now, Britannia has right, full right, 'tis said, By violence to seize whatever she possesses.

My lords,—forbear;— Most sure I am, Columbia never will resign, But with her blood, what she with blood has won.

INDIGNUS.

My noble lord most eloquently has spoken, But from such principles as are absurd:— His arguments have no foundation, in either Fact, or reason.— He's pleas'd to say, that 'tis unjust to oppress Britannia's subjects.—But pray my lords, Has not Columbia forfeited the right Of British subjects? Has she not refus'd to grant Britannia's Demands, which by this house were thought Most just and equitable?

IRENEUS.

Yes—she has refus'd some late demands, But, such demands as were more void of justice, Than your lordship said my arguments were Of reason:— I wish to Heaven, that those who tax Columbia of disloyalty, as much as she, deserv'd The name of British subjects!—

INDIGNUS.

No doubt but those encouraging rebellion, Deserve the name of British subjects.— But why, my lords, this altercation and dispute?— Is't not most evident, Columbia must Be humbled?—

PARAMONT.

Most evidently the case, my lords, Nor does there need further debate, Since nothing can be urg'd sufficient To retard the purpose.—

IRENEUS.

'Tis evidently madness,—errant madness;— You may depend, my lords, the moment That Britannia strikes Columbia,— She strikes herself!—and every wound That she on her inflicts,— Most bitterly herself will feel!— Great Power, who rulest all below the skies, O teach Britannia to be just and wise!

Exeunt omnes.

End of second Act.

ACT III.

Britannia sola.—

BRITANNIA.

'Tis fixt—irrevocably fixt— Nor shall Britannia wear the diadem in vain. The subjects of my vast extended realm, Submissive, shall obey my royal will, Or shuddering sink beneath my vengeance.— Like yon eternal orb of light, which rolls Incessant through the skies, dispensing light, And numerous blessings to mankind, I'll soar Majestic, and this vast world shall own Itself on me dependent.— I've rul'd with too much lenity perhaps, as yet, For I perceive that in the western world, Columbia grows audacious, and presumes To call her own, what my beneficence Has only lent her for a time.— No, proud Columbia,—all thou hast is mine, Thyself,—and more, the air thou breathst is mine; The earth, the ocean all is mine.—

(Enter Columbia in a dejected air.)

Who's this—that dares approach my Presence thus uncall'd?—

COLUMBIA.

'Tis she, whom oft Britannia has welcom'd To her arms—and she who once was Happy there.—

BRITANNIA.

Perhaps, among the num'rous favours I've bestow'd Nou've shar'd my royal bounty;— But those so numerous are, I cannot pay Particular attention;— I would not now by any be disturb'd,— Retire.—

COLUMBIA.

O Heavens!— Is not Columbia known?— Not known by her Britannia?— What, O what, my parent, has thus estrang'd That countenance, which once was cloth'd in smiles Whenever I approach'd?—

BRITANNIA.

O—'tis Columbia!— Mighty queen—I beg your pardon— Great Columbia,— Your highness is so chang'd, I must Confess I quite had lost your countenance,— So chang'd—could you expect that I Should know you?—

COLUMBIA.

Could I expect to be thus trifled with?— Was't thus Britannia was wont to meet Her once belov'd Columbia?— Tell me, my dear parent, tell me why, Is this so sudden change of treatment?—

When last we met, with mutual joy, and warm Congratulations we caress'd each other; And in the strictest bonds of friendship parted.— Most heartily I thank'd the Powers above, Who fixt my lot united with the blest Britannia: Could I then entertain one distant thought, That soon this kind Britannia would assume, Imperial airs, and for a tender parent, Prove a harsh peremptory directress? What have I done, that now Britannia claims And even threatens to deprive Columbia Of those sacred rights, which Heaven has given And heretofore Britannia's self acknowledg'd?—

BRITANNIA.

Do not too much presume to call in question, The firm decrees of great Britannia:— 'Tis true, most graciously I formerly Have pleas'd to grant my subjects to enjoy Some signal favours, free and undisturb'd; But they shall know, that by permission They enjoy these tokens of my friendship— And when my royal will demands Whatever they possess, with chearfulness Shall be resign'd:— But still perhaps my kind indulgence Had permitted you, young Columbia, to enjoy Some favours heretofore I've granted; But, your daring insolence has provok'd, And rouz'd my wrath—

You cherish in the western world, a tribe Of factious miscreants, who daringly oppose The sovereign power of great Britannia:— Audacious wretches! they of late refus'd, When I demanded but a part of that, Which they have impudence to call their own.

Know, proud young dame— That thou, thy subjects, life, and all Thou hast is mine.—

COLUMBIA.

Britannia!— O do not frown upon me thus; I can't endure the frowns of her, whose smiles Have ever been so grateful— Believe me, dear Britannia, much I'm wrong'd, And much abus'd, by cruel envious foes, Who me have falsely represented, As cherishing rebellion in my subjects. But, be assur'd, 'tis false, entirely false,— Oh—could you now but read this swelling heart, You'd find it glowing with most ardent zeal, And warm attachment to Britannia.— Do not believe the groundless machinations Of those who seek the ruin of Columbia.—

Trust me, dear parent,— I ever have been loyal.—

BRITANNIA.

Impossible!— And dare you now audaciously affirm,

That those whom I have chosen to protect My mighty realm, with envy should be mov'd, With falshood to impose on me their soverelgn? No, proud Columbia,—have you not refus'd, To yield what I of you demanded?— You have—and therefore you Shall feel my vengeance.—

COLUMBIA.

O Britannia! don't thus tear my heart, And drive me to distraction;— For heaven's sake resume the parent, And not the cruel unrelenting tyrant.— I never have refus'd Britannia ought, That like a parent she could e'er demand. Has not great Heaven granted to mankind Some rights and liberties, which they should deem, Most sacred and inviolable?— Has not Britannia sworn, most firmly sworn, That all her subjects should enjoy those rights In unmolested peace?— Am I not thine, by all the ties of nature? I am—Then do not treat me like a menial slave. Have I not suffer'd, bled, my subjects sought, And thousands dy'd to raise Britannia's fame? Did'st thou not thank me, and thyself confess, That I beyond my share had born the hardships Of a cruel war?— Thou didst—Then why this sudden change?— O cruel, cruel foes, who thus deceive Britannia, And plot the ruin of Columbia!—

BRITANNIA.

Patience!— Thou perfect picture of the basest impudence! Do'st thou, young puny infant, think to plead, Thy worthless merit, and the gifts of Heaven?— Durst thou pretend with me, the queen of nations, To dispute the rights of human nature?— From whence hadst thou, this wondrous share of know|ledge, And still more wondrous share of impudence? Shall the pale ivy, too feeble to sustain, Its own, though trifling weight, attempt to lift, A single twig above, and then insult Its kind supporter?— Audacious wretch!— By sad experience, thou and all thy race, Shall know, my power and sovereign right to bind, In every case my subjects, and inflict, Whatever my supreme authority shall Think most proper.— Go from my sight—thou traitress!— Henceforth expect, and all thy rebel sons To feel my anger, as the just reward Of wicked disobedience.—

COLUMBIA.

Oh Heavens!— — — Is it then come to this!— Witness ye sacred Powers who rule the world, And weigh the ponderous fate of nations,— Columbia, ever has been loyal.—

O most cruel, obdurate parent! Is this the great Britannia, once belov'd, Rever'd and honour'd?— Can she thus treat her once belov'd Columbia!— — Witness the throbbings of a bleeding heart,— These gushing tears—these artless sighs— Which tear my bosom— — That I am innocent!— See here thy once beloved child— Pleading for mercy!— I ask not gists, or treasures from Britannia; I ask but freedom, liberty, and life,— Pity my youth—my unexperienc'd youth— Pity those thousands who with me must bleed, Whom in the early dawn of life I've taught to lisp Britannia's praise.—

BRITANNIA.

Be gone—I'll hear no more— My vet'ran troops, my awful navy, soon Shall speak to thee in thunder— Do not expect by prayers and tears to move The queen of nations from her firm decrees; Submit thy life and liberty to me— It is my royal pleasure now to take them; If thou shalt dare refuse— Know then for certain—that my wrath Shall crush thee to the deepest misery!—

COLUMBIA.

Know then for certain, great Britannia, That Columbia, never will resign Those sacred rights, deposited by Heaven, She cannot, dare not do it— If faith, if justice any where exist, If Heaven yet has power to punish vice, O may my cruel wrongs find some redress, May Heaven in mercy, pity my distress.

[Exit Columbia.

Britannia sola.

BRITANNIA.

As when the loud tempestuous whirlwinds roar, And dash the foaming billows on the shore, Black gathering clouds in horror vail the skies, Swift forked lightning through dark ether flies, Harsh bellowing thunder shakes the solid ground, Old ocean trembling, through its vast profound: So now my wrath resistless shall o'erthrow, And with a storm of vengeance crush the foe; Columbia now, shall sink beneath my rod, And nations tremble at my sovereign nod.—

[Exit.

End of third act.

ACT IV.

Scene I.

Columbia sola, bewailing her situation.

COLUMBIA.

How false—how frail—are all the hopes of mortals? Where now those pleasing expectations,— Those bright imaginary scenes of glory! On which so late my exulting heart depended! Alas!—they are gone!— And now, a thick impervious gloom bedims My sight, and paints a horrid dreary scene.— —O whither—whither shall I turn! On this side, all the horrors of a dismal war, A cruel and unnatural war,— On that, destruction, abject servitude and slav'ry; Sad alternatives!— Can I submit to chains and bitter thraldom? Shall I to gratify the lawless pride Of tyrant usurpation, plunge myself, And all my friends, in misery's dreary gulf? Oh no—I cannot do it!— But yet I dread the consequence,— Britannia frowns, and threatens swift destruction: All gracious Heaven! is not my cause most just? O kindly shield, and guard me from th' assaults Of cruel unrelenting foes.—

But oh! — — See how Britannia's navies throng the seas,

And hosts in hostile armour clad, Are wafted o'er the raging main, to deal Destruction, death, and rapine! Oh Heaven—support me!—

[Exit in haste.

End of the first scene.

SCENE II.

Arator, Iracundus, Perjurus and Sophos.

ARATOR.

My countrymen and friends:— The all-important crisis has arriv'd, Which 〈◊〉〈◊〉 calls on every son of freedom, On every soul who values ought in life That's worth enjoying, to rouse from dull supineness, And boldly to assert the rights of human nature. Where is the silly, stupid wretch so dead To all that's noble, so completely shut Within the vail of ignorance and folly, Who can behold curst tyranny and pride Usurp the seat of justice, trample virtue In the dust, and still remain unmov'd!

Shall those haughty lords beyond th' atlantic, Those miscreants accurs'd, who by their lies Britannia have deceiv'd,— Shall they impunely vent their rage and malice On Columbia?—

Then Hell my spout her cataracts to Heaven, Or warring pigmies tear down stars!— Can you my friends, sit tamely and behold, Columbia thus insulted?— I know you cannot;— Then rouze my countrymen on every side, And with united force, resist the foe.

SOPHOS.

No, brave Arator— We never can behold Columbia wrong'd While we have strength to weild the sword in her de|fence: But let's beware of rushing into danger;— Let's prudently, on the defensive act,— Then, if hostilities commence, We may convince the world we fight, But merely in our own defence.— Let's confidently assert Columbia's right; But, if possible, refrain from shedding blood.

IRACUNDUS.

Why talks my friend of moderation? I doubt not Sophos, of your firm intention To defend Columbia's cause,— But must we tamely see her thus abus'd, Ourselves provok'd, insulted, trod to death Lest we be thought the aggressors? Heavens!—then let them cut our throats If we can but avoid that imputation!— There's nothing else remains for them to do.—

I see no further need of all this caution— Enough, my friends already has been done, To wake the dead, and rouze our sleeping Fathers from their tombs— To upbraid the negligence of us their sons. By all the powers above—I'd rather snatch A flaming thunder-bolt, and hurl Those bloody miscreants to destruction!—

PERJURUS.

And so had I—by all the joys of heaven, And pangs of hell!— Than live in such disgrace, let's bravely die; For life is but an idle dream,— When liberty is lost.—

A back curtain is partly drawn which discovers Columbia with eyes raised to hea|ven, wringing her hands, in the extremity of grief—Perjurus seeing her.

O Heavens!— My friends!—once raise your eyes and see A sight that would affect an adamantine heart, And cause the flinty rock to weep!— O see Columbia in yon cypress grove, With swimming eyes, fixt on the azure heaven, Wringing her hands in grief unutterable!—

(All beholding in amazement.

ARATOR.

Oh—all ye guardian powers, with pity's softest eye Look down on suffering, injured innocence!

My friends!—My brothers!— O what a sight is there!— Does not a single glance at that most perfect Picture of oppress'd and tortur'd virtue, Strike every nerve, and kindle indignation To a raging flame, that nothing can extinguish But a just revenge, on th' accursed authors Of such unparallelled distress?—

IRACUNDUS.

Yes, if there's a heaven above or hell below, May heaven in thundering vollies hurl them down, And hell with hideous yawn, receive and close Them in its deepest, hottest caverns!— O my blood boils with rage and indignation, To crush those monsters, and relieve The burden'd earth of such infernal daemons.

[Columbia slowly retires.

SOPHOS.

O my dear Columbia!— My life—my inmost soul are thine!— See—she retires (pointing) with slow And faultering steps, and casts on us a wishful And expressive look.—

ARATOR.

She does—and seems by that to ask Assistance.—

IRACUNDUS.

Rouz'd by her call let's resolutely go, And sink her oppressors to the shades below.

[Exeunt omnes▪

End of the second scene.

SCENE III.

Enter Fabius solus.

FABIUS.

The sword is now unsheath'd,—and horrid war With ghastly front, and frightful mein advances, Menacing wide carnage, and destruction. Columbian shores are stain'd with gore, And sprinkled with the blood of wretched victims Murder'd by the rage of cruel tyrants;— Nay more—stain'd with the blood, That gushes from the veins of children, By their parents murder'd!— Columbia bath'd in tears bewails the loss Of many favorite sons, who have already dy'd In her defence.

(Columbia slowly enters, clad in mourning apparel.

But see she comes, in sorrow clad, and seems In every gesture to demand compassion.— Dear Columbia—weep not—thy cause is just— And righteous Heaven most surely will avenge Thy wrongs.

COLUMBIA.

Dear Fabius— I humbly hope kind Heaven will yet befriend Columbia;—and that she's those who bravely Will defend the cause of innocence.— Kind Fabius—has not great Heaven sent me thee To rouze the sons of freedom, and lead forth The unexperienced, though courageous bands, To quell the murderous foe?— O Fabius! But cast your eyes on yonder fields; See there the glowing cheek of youth, All pale in death!—The sprightly active limbs Lie mangled on the ground, and heroes weltering In their gore!—Dear friends—they bled And dy'd for virtue!— See crowds of widows—helpless orphans— Parents childless—by the fate of war!— See these—O Fabius, and avenge my wrongs.—

FABIUS.

My dear Columbia— Be assur'd that I am thine, devoted to thy service; Bound by all the tender ties of nature, To defend and serve Columbia; To risque my life, and spill my blood If call'd, in her protection.— All this I'll freely do— But, for me to take th' important trust, To lead Columbia's troops to war; To have her fate so much on me depend,

Oh! 'tis a task I dare not undertake, Being conscious of my weakness to fulfil Th' important charge.—

COLUMBIA.

Thy courage, Fabius, thy approved Skill, too often have been tried To leave a doubt of thine abilities. Been tried,—alas the sickning thought!— When great Britannia and Columbia join'd, With force united to repel the common foe; But now Britannia is herself the foe! Refuse not, Fabius; to thee Columbia Looks,—to thee do suffering thousands look And ask for thine assistance.— Go rouze the sons of virtue, lead them forth, To assert the sacred rights of human nature.

FABIUS.

Since thus Columbia does in me confide, I'll go—and do my utmost to deserve The honours she bestows upon me.— And every nerve shall be exerted to defend, And save my bleeding country from destruction.

COLUMBIA.

Go then my Hero— May all the guardian gods thy life protect, And heaven above thy counsels all direct.

[Exit Fabius.

Columbia sola.

Hope, sweet delirium of the human mind, I grasp at thee—but scarcely thee can find. War's gloomy tempest, fast is gathering round, And heroes now, lie bleeding on the ground.

[Exit Columbia.

End of the fourth Act.

[Singing.] BUNKER-HILL.

I.

" Why should vain mortals tremble at the sight of, " Death and destruction, in the field of battle? " Where blood and carnage, clothe the ground in crim|son " Sounding with death-groans.

II.

" Death will invade us, by the means appointed; " And we must all bow, to the king of terrors: " Nor am I anxious, if I am prepared, " What shape he comes in,"

ACT V.

SCENE I.

ARATOR.

Sophos, does not the hottest indignation fire The breast of every true Columbian?— See how the patriotic flame runs through

The various ranks, and rouses every feeling Soul t' assert his country's cause.— And well it may.— Tell me Sophos,—for I know your zeal For freedom;—Tell me, why does not Columbia Publickly explode, and disannul All her relation and connexion with Britannia? Heavens! does she wait for further provocation? Or does she fear some fatal consequence? For my single self, most willingly I'd risque it. And as one bound Columbia to defend, Most heartily I wish it.—

SOPHOS.

'Tis true, sufficient provocation has been given For an eternal separation; But would it not, Arator, be presumption, In Columbia?— From my soul I wish it; But yet I'm fearful what may follow.—

ARATOR.

Can ought be worse than what we now endure? Britannia is most inveterate, And aims her thunder at Columbia's life;— She's strong and powerful, and perhaps Will much distress, if not subdue us;— And we can ne'er obtain assistance from abroad, Unless we first disown relation with

Britannia.—But see— Columbia comes— I will to her propose the affair, And strongly recommend it.—

Enter Columbia.

Dear Columbia—We're happy here to meet thee,— And hope—sincerely hope 'ere long to meet thee, When affliction's heavy hand, and war's Tormenting curse, shall be remov'd.—

COLUMBIA.

My friends—though almost overwhelm'd With grief and woe,—a gleam of hope remains, Since I have those, in whom I can confide, And who, I trust are wise and virtuous— What can be done my friends?— Britannia is implacable—her fleets Are crouding on our coasts,—our towns And peaceful habitations smoke in ruins, The plaintive cries, and dying groans Of murder'd citizens, are heard resounding Through the wounded air!— Oh—Can Columbia endure all this, and live!

ARATOR.

All this—and more, if Heaven befriend us, As it hitherto has done— Do not despair;— We've been consulting what might best be done

At this important Crisis for Columbia:— We think it absolutely right and just; And what will best promote her interest, That she should wholly separate from Britannia,— And openly declare herself entirely free From all relation, and connexion with the parent state. Has not Britannia already forfeited Her right, to claim the least relation to Columbia?— She has—and may she never more obtain it.—

COLUMBIA.

But pray, Arator, can we be supported In carrying on an open, and a dangerous war? Britannia you know is strong and powerful, She's num'rous veteran troops, and warlike stores In great abundance.—

ARATOR.

She has—and so has Columbia,— I dare affirm, that not a nation In all the eastern world, could more Successfully withstand the rage of Great Britannia.— We too have num'rous veterans, Who will bravely meet the face of death, And mock the assault of millions Of those vile mercenary bands. 'Tis folly—most egregious folly— That Britannia should pretend, or we should fear, That, with a mere show of force,

Columbia may be frighten'd To submission.— No—'tis clear as light,—and as consistent As the laws of Heaven, that now Columbia Should assert her right, and openly Declare her Independence.—

COLUMBIA.

Arator,—Since I believe you friendly To the cause of suffering virtue,— I'm much inclin'd to think, what you Propose is right.— Sophos—say—what is your opinion?

SOPHOS.

At first I was a little doubtful,— But on more mature reflection, I fully do concur, with what Arator has propos'd— 'Tis just, and right, that now Columbia Should openly renounce all her connexion And relation with Britannia, since She has thus by her been treated.—

COLUMBIA.

'Tis done— Ye Powers above, who with impartial eye, Survey all nations, here below the sky: Ye mortals who by reason's light can view, And judge of actions—I appeal to you— That by oppression's cruel hand I'm driven With FORCE to guard, the sacred gifts of Heaven.

I've sought redress—but none have e'er obtain'd, Or scarce a hearing from Britannia gain'd. Such cruel treatment I no more can bear, But now before the impartial world declare, Proclaim from sea to sea, from shore to shore, Columbia, is Britannia's NO MORE.

[Exeunt.

End of the first scene.

COLUMBIA.

" Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise, " Thou queen of the world and the child of the skies; " Thy genius commands thee, with raptures behold, " And ages on ages thy splendor unfold: " Thy reign is the last and the noblest of time, " Most fruitful thy soil, most inviting thy clime; " Let the crimes of the east ne'er incrimson thy name, " Be freedom and science and virtue thy fame.

SCENE II.

Fabius, Iracundus, and Arator.

FABIUS.

'Tis now a time, my friends, for every son Of Freedom to exert his utmost strength; Strain every nerve, to save his bleeding country. The hostile foe like an o'erwhelming flood, Pour in upon us, from the northern world, With force as yet resistless, spreading Wide carnage and destruction.—

Oh what a direful shock was that when great Horatius fell in yonder northern region!— Brave youth!— Columbia groan'd, and most severely felt, Thy untimely death!— You've heard, my friends, what cruel Devastation the enemy now make— And with what fury they are rushing in upon us.

(During this scene TORIES and SPIES are seen lurking and listening round the stage.)

ARATOR.

Yes, I've heard and wonder'd, heard and stood amaz'd. What in the name of virtue, can this mean, That all those northern bulwarks are resign'd, And nothing now remains to stop the inroads Of the savage nations, and still more savage Britons?

FABIUS.

It shocks my inmost soul to think, Britannia's troops, once fam'd for true heroic Valour, should thus degenerate into Mean barbarity,—and even urge the savage tribe, To exercise their utmost skill in murdering Our peaceful countrymen!—

IRACUNDUS.

O horror! I cannot hear them mention'd But my blood boils up in fury!—

To see the peaceful towns in flames, To hear the female shrieks, and dying groans, Of infants, murder'd at their mothers breast! Heavens! I can't endure the thought.

(Draws his sword, and casts away the sheath).

So Heaven befriend me:— This sword no more shall meet the sheath Until Columbia's injuries are reveng'd!—

Each drawing his sword.

FABIUS.

Nor this—

ARATOR.

Nor this—

FABIUS.

Let's now my friends rouze all our troops, And lead them forth to check the progress Of the foe, so rapidly advancing.— Columbian sons shall fiercely gather round, And crush their legions, to the smouldering ground.

[Exeunt.

End of the second scene.

SCENE III.

Discovers Orontes, a British general, sitting at a table

Enter Perjurus, a Columbian traitor.

PERJURUS.

Orontes, I come to treat— (Shut every door,—let not a spirit good or bad

Find any entrance here,—lest it divulge Our conversation.) I have come to treat with you, of an affair Big with great importance:— You know, I now command the most important Post, Columbia's troops possess.— Orontes—'tis the key of all the states— You cannot take it by assault.—

ORONTES.

You do command a most important post, Most valiant Perjurus— And you are an important man— Perhaps—

(Opening a drawer, throws out some money on the table.

PERJURUS.

(Looking earnestly at the money.) 'Tis very—very strong— And wholly now at my command— It seems not right, a pack of villains Like these rebels, should possess that fortress.—

ORONTES.

Ay,—most noble Perjurus,—a pack 〈◊〉〈◊〉 villains—one man like you is worth A million such.—

(Throws out more money.

PERJURUS.

Could this by you be gain'd,— 'Twould be the conquest of the states.

ORONTES.

Ay,—'twould make the rebels tremble. But is it wholly now at your command?

PERJURUS.

Most noble general—'Tis mine entirely— The rebels think me so attached to their cause, That this important fortress, is most safe While I command it— But if—(Looking at the money.

ORONTES.

But will you now abandon their Accursed cause?—Do you not fear detection?

PERJURUS.

I fear!—Will you— Will you be faithful? 'T will end the war—if you can gain it—

ORONTES.

Will you?— By all that's good?

Perjurus nodding assent.

(Orontes throws out more money.

PERJURUS.

Again looking for some time at the money—scrapes it off into his hat.

'Tis yours! The rebel states are all your own!

(Runs away in haste.

End of the third scene.

SCENE IV.

Fabius, Arator and Iracundus.

Fabius holding a paper.

FABIUS.

Audacious villain!— Arator!—Iracundus!— Could you have thought that Perjurus was false? (Hands them the paper. Read that—and blush that you are men!

(They read.

ARATOR.

Perjured wretch!— O faith!—O virtue!—O honour! Despised and trampled in the dust! Is it possible, a human being should be thus lost To all that's noble, generous and brave! A Traitor!—an accursed Traitor! The scorn of villains—the scorn of brutes!

IRACUNDUS.

Yes more—the scorn of devils!— For sure I am, there's not a spirit Accurs'd, in all the infernal regions,— That would not spurn him out of hell!

FABIUS.

O cursed love of gold! Where wilt thou not force the human mind

To rove!—We've been, my friends, upon the Brink of ruin—and just were falling In woe remediless!—Thanks to that power Who kindly broke our fall!— But now, my friends, let's hasten to unfold The rest of this foul plot.

IRACUNDUS.

O may just Heaven, with vengeance him pursue, And by curst Treason, may he perish too.

ACT VI.

SCENE I.

Columbia and Gallia.

COLUMBIA.

Illustrious Gallia,— I'm happy now to have an interview With her, whom I believe a friend to virtue, And ever ready to relieve distressed innocence. Gallia, thou knowest I have long endur'd The cruel insults of Britannia,— And long endur'd, before with open force, I oppos'd her cruel measures.— But now, constrain'd, I've publickly renounced My Dependence on Britannia.— Thou knowest my rising empire, if it survive The unequal contest, bids fair for great renown. May not a mutual friendship, Be of lasting service to us both?

GALLIA.

Columbia, with indignation I have heard The cruel insults of Britannia;— It shocks my soul, to see thus trampled on, the rights Of human nature. I've wonder'd at your patience, and admir'd, That long before, you did not openly resist, Such cruel and unjust proceedings.— Yes, Columbia, I long have pitied your distress, And now will lend whate'er assistance You shall ask, and I can give.

COLUMBIA.

Kind Gallia,— What words can I invent, to express My gratitude and thanks, that you so readily Afford, assistance to my just, my suffering cause!

GALLIA.

Columbia—words are needless— Well I know your generous disposition; I see the justice of your cause, and feel Myself in duty bound, to lend assistance. Why should Britannia's haughty lords pretend To rule the world by a tyrannic sway, And with a rod of iron scourge to death, All who refuse to yield to her unjust commands? No, Columbia—I much admire your Fortitude and zeal, in boldly acting in defiance To the cruel machinations, of those haughty foes.

My fleets and armies shall assist, and join Columbia's gallant troops, to quell Those proud invaders, and rescue Thee from slavery and destruction.— And when thou art free, when peace benignly smiles, When crown'd with laurels, thou shalt happily Enjoy the rich rewards of victory and freedom, Then, be assur'd, I shall be happy to enjoy A mutual friendship, with the blest Columbia.—

COLUMBIA.

O Gallia! While sun and moon endure, I shall esteem Myself most strictly bound, by every tie of gratitude And friendship, to respect thee as a kind And generous ally.— And if kind Heaven shall grant me victory, And crown my arduous toils, with peace And Independence,—then be assur'd, kind Gallia, My ambition's warmest aim shall be directed, To preserve with thee, the strictest friendship And reward thy kind assistance.—

GALLIA.

Then, dear Columbia, let one common interest bind, And all our dealings prove benevolent and kind.

COLUMBIA.

Ye mortals hear, ye sacred powers of Heaven attest, And kindly make great Gallia, with Columbia blest.

[Exeunt.

End of the first scene.

[Singing.] DAUPHIN.

" Ye sons of virtue hear, " Come join the festive throng, " Come banish grief and fear, " For Jove approves the song. " Let gladness every heart expand, and gratitude inspire, " Each patriot breast with joys unfeign'd, to sound the golden lyre. " See Gallia comes, let musick wake, " And echo round the sky: " May Heaven kind Gallia bless, " Columbia's great ally.

II.

" To visit earth once more " Behold Astrea deigns; " The golden age returns, " Now peace and justice reign. " See proud oppression hide its head, and tyranny expire, " While Independence, Heaven's fair gift, lights free|dom's sacred fire. " See Gallia comes, &c. &c.

SCENE II.

Britannia sola—dress'd in mourning.

BRITANNIA.

Farewell my tow'ring hopes!— Farewell ye happy days, When o'er the waves of fame I rode majestic, Scorning the loud bellowing rage of malice, And the furious blasts of envy! O what a frown of Heaven is too much glory!

To what a tow'ring height of honour, have I been rais'd—'till quite amaz'd, I lost my way— And now am falling—falling—in the gulf of misery. O dangerous flattery!—O curs'd deceit— Whither have ye led me!— Could I have thought, those men, whom I advanc'd To seats of honour, intrusted with the care Of my vast empire, would thus have led Britannia into ruin?— And this in specious show of loyalty!— O honour!—O sincerity!—O virtue!— Do ye with mortals any where exist! Or are ye driven forever from the earth!— —O my suffering—bleeding friends! Britannia too late awak'd, feels every Drop of blood, that gushes from your veins, And—sinks—with the reflection!— Thou sun which rolls in yon blue arch of heaven! Thou moon,—ye stars, refulgent lamps of night, No more emit your light, or kindly smile On wretched—lost Britannia!— But let me far retire, within some gloomy Cave, or hollow mountain's side—there hide me From disgrace—there in sad lamentations mourn, And to the flinty rocks and murmuring fountains, Vent my sighs!—

(Weeps.

Enter Justitius and Ireneus.

IRENEUS.

Oh Britannia!— I scarce can utter words, or find expressions Fit to address my sovereign thus afflicted— So unaccustom'd to behold thee in distress, The sight almost unmans me. —Do not despair,— Although misfortune's heavy hand oppress thee, And gathering clouds eclipse thy fame, And darken thy meridian glory, Perhaps thy sun will yet break through the gloom, And shine with more refulgent brightness.

BRITANNIA.

'Tis noble to compassionate distress, But oh—I fear—my friends,—Britannia's glory, Which lately with such splendor shone, Now past the meridian height, and veil'd in clouds, No more will shine, but sink below the horizon, And leave me in eternal darkness!— Had I but heard, what you my lords, So oft forewarn'd me of—had I but check'd Those vile pernicious measures, and destroy'd My wicked counsellors— I might have yet been happy.—

IRENEUS.

And yet I trust you will be happy, Dear Britannia,—

Although 〈◊〉〈◊〉 appear'd in opposition To those measures lately taken, so destructive To our nation—yet be assur'd my heart Is thine; and to promote thy happiness, Shall ever be my aim.— You thought me false, when I oppos'd; But, so sure I was, that those proceedings Were pernicious, cruel and oppressive, I held myself in duty bound, while I Had life, and breath, to oppose them.—

BRITANNIA.

Too late, my lords, I feel my sad mistake: —O Columbia—Columbia—gone forever! Torn from my side!—ah—thrust By violence from me!— O ye thousands who have died by my Egregious folly, and in your last expiring breath, Perhaps—have blest Britannia!— Forgive—forgive—ye injured spirits,— Oh forgive— (Weeps.

IRENEUS.

My dear Britannia—for the honour Of our nation,—most earnestly I recommend, That an immediate end be put to this Destructive and unnatural war.—

JUSTITIUS.

And I with all my heart and soul would urge it.

Why should we sink ourselves still lower Into misery and disgrace?— Why draw the blood from 〈◊◊〉〈◊◊〉 veins? For more than seven long years 〈◊〉〈◊〉 groan'd, Beneath the burden of this war,— A war which, if successful, would but wound us. Peace, instant peace before our ruin Be compleated.—

BRITANNIA.

Go then, my friends, avert if possible Our sudden ruin—strive for peace, And stop the tide of human blood—Blood! Hark—What do I hear!— 'Tis Columbia—in plaintive groans Re-echoes, blood!—blood!— Oh thou dear suffering innocent—forgive: —(Starts.) Oh—see my lords— See you that stream of blood?— See—see that savage with a bloody Murderous knife!—Heavens!— Where am I?—I know not where, Or what I am—If pity dwells In yonder azure heaven—if kind compassion Rides upon the clouds—ye powers Propitious—snatch me from destruction.— Alas!—I'm sick to death— Scarce—do the wheels of nature move— My friends—support me!—

[Exeunt supporting her.

End of the second scene.

[Singing.] BRITANNIA'S LAMENTATION.

I.

" In a mouldering 〈◊〉〈◊〉 where the wretched retreat, " Britannia sat 〈◊〉〈◊〉 with care; " She wept for her sons and exclaim'd against fate, " And gave herself up to despair.

II.

" The walls of her cells she had sculptur'd around, " With the deeds of her favorite sons; " And even the dust as it lay on the ground, " Was engrav'd with some deeds they had done.

III.

" The sire of the Gods, from his crystalline throne, " Beheld the disconsolate dame, " And mov'd at her tears he sent Mercury down, " And these were the tidings that came:

IV.

" Britannia forbear, not a sigh nor a tear " For thy sons so deservingly lov'd; " Your grief shall be chang'd into triumphs of joy, " For they are not dead, but remov'd.

SCENE III.

Paramont, Scotos, Indignus and Avarus.

PARAMONT.

We've met, my lords, in an unlucky time, And such a time as truly does require, Some quick decisive measures.— From what a pitch of glory has Britannia fall'n! What havock do the rebels make among

Our gallant troops!—What blood and treasure Has been lost!—How little have we gain'd! Perhaps we've been too rash—

SCOTOS.

What can we do, my lords? We've lost Columbia I fear; No slaves nor money may we now expect From thence:—Gallia is in open war against us, And what is worse, Britannia hates, And wishes to destroy us;— We are in a fine dilemma.—

PERJURUS.

I think, my lords, we should directly Raise—

PARAMONT.

(Interrupting.) And who are you, pray,— So very officious?—

PERJURUS.

My name is Perjurus, my lord, Well known for rendering signal service To Britannia's cause.

SCOTOS.

Ay, your servant, Mr. Perjurus,— I think I've heard your honour mention'd, What did you, of so much service?—

PERJURUS.

I kindly gave into your hands, The strongest fortress of Columbia:—

PARAMONT.

You did—as kindly as a tender nurse

Who kills the child, to save its life.—

PERJURUS.

I bravely burn'd some rebel towns.—

PARAMONT.

You did, and bravely by their light ran off.—

INDIGNUS.

Perhaps, brave Perjurus, you could with more Success attack a full-grown pumpkin, And with relentless fury tear it from the vine, And crack the stubborn shell.—

PERJURUS.

I'll crack your head— Ungrateful Briton!—

AVARUS.

Hold, hold—Columbian traitor— Be not so hasty here to show your valour.

PARAMONT.

To tell you plainly, Mr. Perjurus, We do not want your traitorship— We bought you only for a present use; And if for gold, you basely would betray Your country's cause, No doubt you'd do the same to ours— So—sir, please to do yourself the honour— To depart—

PERJURUS.

(Going.) 'Tis deadly hard.

[Exit.

PARAMONT.

My lords, we are indeed in an unhappy Situation—Britannia groans, And begs relief—I think, my lords,

We'd better end the war— And then perhaps—

(Perjurus appears again.

SCOTOS.

Ay, ay, my sweet friend—you are come again; We'll teach you to intrude.

(Canes him.

PERJURUS.

My—lords, I've no where Else to go.—

[Exeunt in confusion.

SCENE IV.

Fabius, Arator and Iracundus.

FABIUS.

Surprising change! Look back, my friends To that distressing hour When first Britannia struck the cruel blow, Which rouz'd Columbia's sons, with ardent zeal To oppose her unjust measures:— Where was Columbia then! destitute and weak, Forlorn and wretched.— Now see her gallant troops in bright array March forth in all the pomp of war, And boldly meet Britannia's proudest veterans. See her who once was scarcely known among The nations, now ally'd with mighty Gallia.

ARATOR.

Yes, my friend, surprising is the change!— Who could have thought the experienc'd general Of Britannia, with numerous armies train'd

To the art of war, should yield to young Columbia? O how my heart exults with joy, When I reflect on that auspicious day When you, great Fabius, led our gallant troops To the embattled field,—when generous Gallia Join'd her powerful navy;— Then thundering cannon rent the skies, and shook the ground, When proud Alphonzo with his vaunting host, Surrender'd to Columbia's valiant troops.

IRACUNDUS.

Now see the pride of great Britannia humbled, That mighty queen of nations, who with a rod Of iron, began to rule and crush opposers!— See now the oppressive wand is broken, And broken by young Columbia!— In spite of wealth and power, In spite of men and devils, Columbia's arms have been successful.— And soon we trust, with victory and peace, Our toils will be rewarded.

FABIUS.

Yes, my friends, like the return of morn To the distressed mariner, that's toss'd Upon the tempestuous sea, expecting every moment To be dash'd on hidden rocks or shoals, And buried in the briny deep.— So now with hearts exulting we behold Fair peace just rising to revive the world.

[Exeunt.

[Musick.]

COLUMBIA.

II.

" To conquest and slaughter let Europe aspire, " Whelm nations in blood and wrap cities in fire, " Thy heroes the rights of mankind shall defend, " And triumph pursue thee and glory attend. " A world is thy realm, for a world be thy laws; " Enlarg'd as thine empire, and just as thy cause: " On freedom's broad basis, thine empire shall rise, " Extend with the main, and dissolve with the skies.

Columbia and Gallia.

GALLIA.

Hail blest Columbia, favourite child of heaven, Endow'd with all that is to mortals given; Celestial bounty, all thine empire fills, Ambrosial nector from thy skies distils; The genial sun through heaven's high concave rolls, The teeming earth her choicest gifts unfolds. For thee, and thee propitious heaven design'd A noble gift, a blessing to mankind; Now see from yon bright regions downward bend, Sweet peace, fair daughter of the skies descend, With olive crown'd, with blessings in her hand, See, she alights on fair Columbia's land.— Rejoice Columbia, let thy songs arise, And sweetly echo round the neighbouring skies: Let hymns of praise ascend for blessings given, And ring melodious through the arch of heaven.

COLUMBIA.

Propitious Gallia—welcome to my arms, Now free'd from chains, and horrid war's alarms:

The thundering cannon now no more are heard; No more the murdering savage rage is fear'd: No more shall gathering hosts becloud the plain, Nor human gore the fertile glebe shall stain. The horrid ravages of war now cease, And minds ferocious soften into peace: E'en Discord's self her yawning mouth has clos'd, In Peace's soft lap her grisly head repos'd. O Gallia—thanks to kind indulgent Heaven, Who such a kind ally to me has given; And thanks to thee, that when in deep distress, Thou didst relieve and grant me kind redress.—

But see—my heroes come—Ye guardian Powers, Pour down your blessings in eternal showers.—

[Enter Fabius, Iracundus, Arator and Sophos.

Joy—joy my friends, that we once more can meet; Once more in happiness each other greet. O—my 〈◊〉〈◊〉 heroes—how my heart now swells; More than my tongue can speak—my heart now feels. Let tears of joy—expressive silence tell, What thanks—what gratitude to you I feel! (And you dear shade—who in my cause have died, A tear of grief for you can't be deny'd.) —Go, then, my sons, and be forever blest; Enjoy sweet peace, and undisturbed rest. When life is clos'd, may Heaven in kindest love, Receive you to the realms of peace above.

GALLIA.

See, dear Columbia, lo Britannia comes In placid aspect, with her favorite sons.—

[Enter Britannia with Ireneus, Justitius, Scotos, Indignus, Orontes and Avarus; Perjurus follows after, but is denied admittance into either party, at length gets between them.

GALLIA.

Welcome, Britannia, to this joyful band, Where smiling peace and love walk hand in hand!

COLUMBIA.

Welcome, Britannia, to this heavenly scene, Where peace and joy in every face are seen▪

BRITANNIA.

Welcome, my friends, to this auspicious hour, When peace unites, and love sooths every power. Let hate no more, nor baleful discord's jar, Again provoke the horrid din of war: But unanimity and peace divine Our mutual hearts, in sweetest contact bind. (They join hands. O let our kindred souls be ever one, Until the fleeting dream of life be gone!

GALLIA.

'Till purling streams or rivers cease to flow, The rose to blossom or the forrest grow!

COLUMBIA.

'Till rolling oceans quit their native shore, Heaven's lamps grow pale, and time shall be no more!

FINIS.