"The gods for that hero did trouble prepare, But gave him a mind that could feed upon care, They gave him a spirit, serene but severe, Above all disorder, confusion, and fear; In him it was fortune where others would fail: He was born for the tempest, and weathered the gale." [258] "A cloud, or a stream."--_Ed. 1795._ [259] "CARLETON."--_Ed. 1795._ [260] In the later editions this stanza was inserted after stanza 1, Part II, and made to refer to the Tories. [261] "That I acted."--_Ed. 1795._ [262] "Rul'd me."--_Ib._ [263] "My PENSION is lost!"--_Ed. 1795._ [264] See page 120. [265] See page 190. [266] "When all the town knew (and a number confess'd) That papers, like these, were no cause of arrest."--_Ed. 1795._ [267] "My struggles and strife."--_Ib._ [268] "To worry."--_Ib._ [269] In place of these lines, the edition of 1795 has the following: "Old Argo the ship,--in a peep at her star, I found they were scraping her bottom for TAR." [270] "A boy with a feather-bed troubled my rest."--_Ed. 1795._ [271] Royal Governor of New York. He arrived in the city March 21, 1780. He was considered harsh and arbitrary by the patriots. A NEWS-MAN'S ADDRESS[272] What tempests gloom'd the by-past year-- What dismal prospects then arose! Scarce at your doors I dar'd appear, So many were our griefs and woes: But time at length has chang'd the scene, Our prospects, now, are more serene. Bad news we brought you every day, Your seamen slain, your ships on shore, The army fretting for their pay-- ('Twas well they had not fretted more!) 'Twas wrong indeed to wear out shoes, To bring you nothing but bad news. Now let's be joyful for the change-- The folks that guard the English throne Have given us ample room to range, And more, perhaps, than was their own; To western lakes they stretch our bounds, And yield the Indian hunting grounds. But pray read on another year, Remain the humble newsman's friend; And he'll engage to let you hear What Europe's princes next intend.-- Even now their brains are all at work To rouse the Russian on the Turk. Well--if they fight, then fight they must, They are a strange contentious breed; One good effect will be, I trust, The more are kill'd, the more you'll read; For past experience clearly shews, That Wrangling is the Life of News. [272] From the edition of 1795. The poem was first published as a broadside in 1784, with the title, "New-Year Verses, For those who carry the Pennsylvania Gazette To the Customers. January 1, 1784," and was reproduced almost verbatim in the 1786 edition. NEW YEAR'S VERSES[273] Addressed to the customers of the _Freeman's Journal_, by the Lad who carries it January 7, 1784 Blest be the man who early prov'd And first contriv'd to make it clear That Time upon a dial mov'd, And trac'd that circle call'd a year;