The Poems of Philip Freneau, Poet of the American Revolution. Volume 2 (of 3)Freneau, Philip Morin
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The Poems of Philip Freneau, Poet of the American Revolution. Volume 2 (of 3)
Freneau, Philip Morin
American poetry
[391] Published in the _National Gazette_, Nov. 21, 1791, with the
following explanation: "The amusements of the Theatre were some time
since prohibited within the limits of the City of Charleston by an act
of the Legislature of the State of South Carolina. In obedience to this
act all subsequent dramatic exhibitions were removed to an obscure
building in the City of liberties called Harmony Hall. The following
stanzas owe their origin to the above edict." Text from the 1809
edition.
TO MEMMIUS[392]
Whoe'er at Court would hope to cut a dash,
He must go loaded with some useful trash,
Something, sage Dullness, to prolong your reign;
All fancy--stuff--all ornament is vain!
Happy the man who plans, by force of steam
To drive his boat twelve knots against the stream;
Still happier he, who, born to build a bridge,
Schemes mighty matters on some river's edge:--
Such to the world the noblest light impart,
The first in genius, and the first in art!
Hence, then, ye bards, from our wise court refrain;
Wiseacres have forestall'd the present reign:
"No empty scribblings we endure at court"
(Cries Publius, poring o'er a dull Report;)
"Nothing but useful projects we require,
(Cries a new-fangled, self-important 'squire)
"Even Churchman, with his chart, will just but do,
"Who to the pole will now all art pursue:
"For foreign courts have fail'd our men of song,
"And trust me, bards, the Muses went along;
"Since that bright morn they stept on board their brig,
"No Muses here--no Muses are with pig;
"Nor 'till their barque shall heave in sight, once more,
"Shall one true Muse grow pregnant on this shore!"
Now, had not wayward Fortune fix'd me fast,
Firm to a point, that never shall be pass'd;
Did I the smiles of Fortune still pursue,
And, Memmius, wish to rise in fame, like you,
Were this my scheme, I'd quit at once the sail,
And haste to court with compasses and scale,
Quit all the hopes the finer arts bestow,
The flowers of fancy, and--no fruits that grow;
Indulge that powerful something in the scull
That makes us wealthy while it keeps us dull,
To the best place ensures a certain claim,
The road to fortune, and the road to fame.
[392] This poem is unique, as far as I can discover, in the 1795
edition. The reference to steamboats alludes to Fitch, who at that time
was experimenting with steam navigation. In 1790 he completed his fourth
boat, which during the summer made regular trips from Philadelphia to
Burlington, at the rate of eight miles per hour.
END OF VOLUME II
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