Britons! their case is yours--and linked in fate, You, like your Indian allies--good and great-- Bow to some frowning block yourselves did rear, And worship _wooden monarchs_--out of fear. [36] This lyric has been used by Freneau in his poem, "Mars and Hymen," _q. v._ [37] An illegible word. [38] This poem had also been used in "Mars and Hymen." In later editions it was printed as a distinct lyric, with the title "The Northern Soldier." The present version, reprinted from Freneau's manuscript, will be seen to differ considerably from the others. [39] A part of the manuscript is missing at this point. [40] Here the manuscript ends abruptly. * * * * * PART III ERA OF THE FREEMAN'S JOURNAL 1781--1790 ERA OF THE FREEMAN'S JOURNAL 1781--1790[41] [41] This period began in August, 1781, when Freneau became connected with Mr. Francis Bailey's _Freeman's Journal_, in Philadelphia. In June, 1784, he left Philadelphia for a wandering career upon the ocean, which continued until 1790, when his assumption of the editorship of the _New York Advertiser_ and his marriage put an end for a time to his wanderings. The greater part of the poems written during this period appeared originally in the _Freeman's Journal_. ON THE MEMORABLE VICTORY[42] Obtained by the gallant Captain Paul Jones, of the _Good Man Richard_, over the _Seraphis_, etc., under the command of Captain Pearson. Written August, 1781 1 O'er the rough main with flowing sheet The guardian of a numerous fleet, _Seraphis_ from the Baltic came; A ship of less tremendous force Sail'd by her side the self-same course, _Countess of Scarb'ro'_ was her name. 2 And now their native coasts appear, Britannia's hills their summits rear Above the German main; Fond to suppose their dangers o'er, They southward coast along the shore, Thy waters, gentle Thames, to gain. 3 Full forty guns _Seraphis_ bore, And _Scarb'ro's Countess_ twenty-four, Mann'd with Old England's boldest tars-- What flag that rides the Gallic seas Shall dare attack such piles as these, Design'd for tumults and for wars! 4 Now from the top-mast's giddy height A seaman cry'd--"Four sail in sight "Approach with favouring gales;" Pearson, resolv'd to save the fleet, Stood off to sea these ships to meet, And closely brac'd his shivering sails. 5 With him advanc'd the _Countess_ bold, Like a black tar in wars grown old: And now these floating piles drew nigh; But, muse, unfold what chief of fame In th' other warlike squadron came, Whose standards at his mast head fly. 6 'Twas Jones, brave Jones, to battle led As bold a crew as ever bled Upon the sky surrounded main; The standards of the Western World Were to the willing winds unfurl'd, Denying Britain's tyrant reign. 7