1 10 305 https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/539c582949e27cbb885d9c82092e0abd.TIF 4398cf6d8dce90ec4864536db14f1763 https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/6dc633fa7a3daf5cca901364f9c98cd1.xml ef2cf66d5d91688497850b44c1580984 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Physical Dimensions The actual physical size of the original image. 31 x 20 cm. Text Any textual data included in the document. The last WORDS OF POLLY GOOLD. To a very mournful Tune.NATHANIEL COVERLY Salem 1798 or 1799 BIB Id 353463 GIVE ear to me, ye Sons of Men, Why stand ye gazing round my bed? You all must die, the Lord knows when, And be among the silent dead; Tho' now in health, you all must die, And turn to dust as well as I. When from my Maker's hand I came, The seeds of death were in me sown, Which will dissolve this mortal frame, Soon as the bloom of life is blown; Behold me on a dying bed, Forget me not when I am dead. The seeds of Grace have since been sown And deeply rooted in my soul, Which being ripe and fully grown, Now sweetly on the moments roll. Come, welcome, Death, and set me free, My Saviour's face I long to see. Farewell my Father, fond and dear, I wish you well with all my heart; Farewell my Mother, fond and near, For you and I must shortly part; My Jesus calls and I must go, And leave all earthly things below. Farewell my Brethern, young and old, Farewell my little Sisters too; My cheeks are pale, my hands are cold, And I must bid you all adieu; My days are spent, my race is run, Remember me when dead and gone. Farewell my young Companions all, From death's arrest no age is free; Remember this fore-warning call, Prepare for death and follow me; The wife, the foolish, and the brave, Must try the cold and silent grave. Farewell my neighbours, kind and free, The happy hour is hast'ning on, When you shall say concerning me, That Polly Goold is dead and gone. The like will soon be said of you, The ways of Virtue then pursue. Adieu to all things here below, My Treasure is above the sky, My Saviour calls and I must go, And take possession bye and bye; Dear Jesus come, delay no more, I long to reach thy peaceful shore, Now she is dead and cannot move, Her cheeks are like the fading rose; Which of us next must follow her, The Lord Almighty only know; But this you know as well as I, That we are mortals born to die. Cease, my beloved, to complain, Her soul is born of heavenly birth, The dust returns to dust again, Her voice is heard no more on earth; But her immortal soul is gone, To put eternal glories on. The great Creator wise and true, Has an undoubted right to reign, He made and lent her unto you, 'Till he shall call for her again; He has a right to take his own, O praise him for his blessed loan. Remember this, you mourning friends, Your loss is her eternal gain, With her all sin and sorrow ends; The cease to murmur or complain, The weary soul is gone to rest, Where Sin and Satan can't molest She was a blessing here below, A lovely kind and pleasing child, Her soul, now free from sin and woe, Shall serve its Maker undefil'd; Her sleeping in the grave shall rest, 'Till sun and moon their courses cease. How sweet and pleasant was the sound That hasten'd from her mortal tongue; Now she is gone where joys abound, A song of nobler Praise is sung, Where peace and love and concord reigns, She sings in high angelick strains. Rejoice, ye mourners here below, That she is gone to worlds above; Yet mourn your loss in parting to, For she was worthy of your love; Rejoice with grief and mourn with joy, Your tears refrain, your tongues employ. Who can describe the joys of Heaven, Or comprehend the Lord of Host? May honour, might and praise be given To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; All Glory to the One in Three, And Three in One eternally. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context BIB ID: 353463 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocm79489282 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocn191540049 AAS General Catalog URL: http://catalog.mwa.org/vwebv/holdingsInfo?bibId=353463 <a href="https://gigi.mwa.org/imagearchive/fileName/353463_" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">View larger image</a> Title A name given to the resource The last words of Polly [Goold] Gould. To a very mournful tune Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1798 or 1799 Spatial Coverage Spatial characteristics of the resource. Salem. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Coverly, Nathaniel, 1775?-1824, printer. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Give ear to me ye sons of men. Subject The topic of the resource Gould, Polly, -1788? Death Jesus Christ Description An account of the resource The ballad on this broadside is about life and death. This broadside has one woodcut and two ornaments. “The Last Words of Polly Gould” is described in another broadside of the same title, but with slightly different spelling, <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/197">The Last Words of Polly Goold</a>. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/teibp/content/353463_BP.xml">View transcription using TEI</a> Ballad https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/072f34ca09473516dc26d90b151b6855.tif 67edae7341f33b6c19d5cf4bd80bce2d https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/a1280842b10eabe7b35c0f6d58b30f51.xml 4cbee53b77caf25598d3370dd51efa7e Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Physical Dimensions The actual physical size of the original image. 30 x 22 cm. Text Any textual data included in the document. YANKEE FROLICS, BROUGHT DOWN TO APRIL 27TH, 1813.NATHANIEL COVERLY, JUN. MILK-STREET, BOSTON 1814 BIB Id 313385 NO more of your blathering nonsense, 'Bout the Nelsons of old Johnny Bull; I'll sing you a song by my conseience, 'Bout Jones, and Decatur and Hull. Dad Neptune has long with vexation, Beheld with what insolent pride, The turbulent billow-wash'd nation, Has aim'd to controul the salt tide. Sing, lather away jonteel and aisy, By my soul, at the game hob or nob, In a very few minutes we'll please ye, Because we take work by the job. There was Dacres at vaunting and boasting. His equal you'll seldom come near: But Hull betwixt smoking and roasting, Dispatch'd his proud frigate Guerriere! Such treatment to him was a wonder, Which serv'd his proud spirit to choke; And when to the bottom our thunder, Had sent her, we laugh'd at the joke. Sing lather away jonteel and aisy, Brave Hull at the game hob or nob, Is the boy that will surely amaze ye, So well he ean finish the job. T'other day, worse that gout, fit or cholic, The Wasp with Rodgers, Biddle and Jones, So terrible stung the poor Frolic! As left her but bare skin and bones. She struck, but what could she do better, For time there was none to delay, Indeed, it must terribly fret her, To see she cou'd not run away. Sing lather away jonteel and aisy, Brave Jones at the game hob or nob, Is the lad that will surely amaze ye, So well he can work by the job. Now to augment our brave little navy, And add to the strength of each state, Decatur without sauce or gravy, Has dress'd Alexander the Great. By my soul, to prevent further trouble, And save a disgraceful downfall, Since they find all resistance a bubble, They'll strike without fighting at all. Sing lather away jonteel and aisy, Decatur to play hob or nob, Will in seventeen minutes amaze ye; Huzza! 'twas a quick finish'd job. And again has our good Constitution, Whose Guerrie-job you encor'd, Sent the Java to sound the deep ocean, After trimming her slick by the board. Tho' Lambert for nearly two hours, Resisted the Yankee's attack, The flag of St. George at length cowers, Aad our stars and stripes mount the wreck. Sing lather away jonteel and aisy, When Bainbrige begins hob or nob, In the end ne'er fear but he'll please ye, So completely he'll finish the job. As the fifth comes the brave little Hornet, And meets with a Peacock so gay; Yet the Yankees makes bold e'en to scorn it, And clips his proud plumage away. In a short half glass they were crippled, The Pea-chickens flutter'd around; When their Peake being struck and hull- riddled, They let their jack-union down. Sing lather away jonteel and aisy, When Lawrence do try hob or nob, He takes fourteen minuets to amaze ye, Constitutionally ending his job. To complete the half of a dozen, Chauney, Dearborn, Pike took a trip, With three thousand men will pick'd & chosen To mix for the English their flip. To York they arrived in good season, Where Sheaffe made a Bony retreat, As the Yankees taught them a lesson, Not to stop-make the best of their feat. Sing lather away jonteel and aisy, Chauncey, Dearborn, Pike, hob or nob. Ye proud Britons they know how to face ye, To make you get sick of your job. Then huzza for the lads of our navy, Lawrence, Bainbridge, Decatur, Jones, Hull, When they either dispatch to Old Davy, Or bring home the ships of John Bull. And may Congress, each hero's protectors, Reward all the deeds of the brave, And Britain shall find us the victors, In contests on land or the wave. So lather away jonteel and aisy, Columbians all play hob or dob, For our seamen will never disgrace ye, They're getting so used to the job. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context BIB ID: 313385 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocn191268522 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocn191506686 Shaw, R.R. American Bibliography, 33748 AAS General Catalog URL: http://catalog.mwa.org/vwebv/holdingsInfo?bibId=313385 <a href="https://gigi.mwa.org/imagearchive/fileName/313385_" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">View larger image</a> Title A name given to the resource Yankee frolics, brought down to April 27th, 1813 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1814 Spatial Coverage Spatial characteristics of the resource. Boston. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Coverly, Nathaniel, 1775?-1824, printer. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. No more of your blathering nonsense, 'bout the Nelsons of old Johnny Bull. Subject The topic of the resource United States History War of 1812 John Bull (Symbolic character) Naval battles Diseases Ships Description An account of the resource The ballad on this broadside is about American naval victories. This broadside has one woodcut and two ornaments. The first column of this amusing song, “Yankee Frolics,” was printed in the Philadelphia Aurora on December 15, 1812 (Lawrence 197). It was updated—“brought down to Feb. 23, 1813”—in a seven-verse version published in the Boston Independent Chronicle on April 1, 1813. As the title suggests, for this edition Coverly inserted an additional verse before the last to include the new victories, bringing the text “down to April 27th, 1813.” Commander Martin reviews this broadside type and the events listed in it: <blockquote> After six months or so of war, the United States Navy had compiled a rather respectable record. Never mind that Great Britain was heavily engaged in a war with Napoleon Bonaparte. Never mind that it took time to outfit and redeploy men and ships from Britain to address this new theater of war. Unlike the abortive efforts of the United States Army, the little navy was doing itself proud and in the process making the citizenry proud. It was a marketer’s dream for the purveyors of broadsides. The catalog broadside, of which Yankee Frolics is an excellent example, combines patriotic sentiments with a listing of the naval successes to date. (And notice that an ‘as of’ date is provided!) Following a roughly chronological pattern, listed are the names of the heroes: Jones, Decatur, and Hull; Rodgers, Biddle, Bainbridge, and Lawrence. Each of them had previously received call to public notice in broadsides recalling individual victories. Here, they are listed the way sportswriters today might announce an all-star team. Two enemy captains also merit mention: James Dacres of Guerriere, who had gained a bad reputation for his alleged pre-war activities off our coast, and Henry Lambert, who died nobly fighting Bainbridge. In the fourth stanza, the writer gives evidence of having seen Decatur’s prize, or at least having read a detailed description of it. The reference to Alexander the Great is not to the historic figure, but to the figurehead on the bow of ex-HMS Macedonian. A new element is introduced in the saga here: notice is taken of action by the ‘fresh water’ navy on Lake Ontario, for it was on April 27, 1813, that a joint Army-Navy force descended on York, Ontario (now Toronto), capturing one small man-of-war and destroying another a-building. Its leaders were Commodore Isaac Chauncey, Major General Henry Dearborn, and Brigadier General Zebulon Pike (he for whom Pike’s Peak was named). The latter was killed during the operation. An unfortunate incident occurred when the troops got out of hand and set the government buildings ablaze. The burning of Washington sixteen months later was the pay-back. (Forester; Sweetman) </blockquote> Benson J. Lossing describes the celebrations in New York that followed Decatur’s arrival with his prize, Macedonian. A banquet was followed by a theatrical production at which an early version of the song was sung. Since the song had already appeared in print, it is clear that Lossing’s suggestion that it was written “for this occasion” is in error, but the description does give a good picture of the way songs like this were used. This banquet was given on Thursday, the 7th of January, 1813, at two o’clock in the afternoon, under the direction of Aldermen Van Der Bilt, Buckmaster, and King. The room had the same decoration as at the time of the banquet given to Hull, Jones, and Decatur, a few days before. The sailors, numbering about four hundred, marched to the hotel in pairs, and were greeted by crowds of men and women in the streets, loud cheers from the multitude, and the waving of handkerchiefs from the windows. The band of the 11th Regiment, among whom was an old trumpeter who had served under Washington, received them with music at the door. At the table they were addressed by Alderman Van Der Bilt, who was responded to by the boatswain of the United States. In the evening they went to the theatre by invitation of the manager, which was communicated to them in person by Decatur. The whole pit was reserved for them. The orchestra opened with Yankee Doodle. The drop curtain, in the form of a transparency, had on it a representation of the fight between the United States and Macedonian. Children danced on the stage. They bore large letters of the alphabet in their hands, which, being joined in the course of the dance, produced in transparency the names of HULL, JONES, and DECATUR. Then Mr. M’Farland, as an Irish clown, came forward and sang a comic song of seven stanzas, written for this occasion, beginning No more of your blathering nonsense ’Bout Nelsons of old Johnny Bull: I’ll sing you a song, by my conscience, ’Bout JONES, and DECATUR, and HULL. Dad Neptune has long, with vexation, Beheld with what insolent pride The turbulent, billow-washed nation Has aimed to control the salt tide. CHORUS—Sing lather away, jonteel and aisy, By my soul, at the game hob-or-nob, In a very few minutes we’ll plase ye, Because we take work by the job.” (457-58) The song was printed in twenty-one songsters between 1813 and 1820, most of these only the first four verses (R. Keller). According to the print in the Columbian Naval Songster, the tune to which the text was set was an old 9/8 Irish jig called “Moll Roe” used for songs in several eighteenth-century ballad operas and songsters (Simpson 596-98; Wells 2:500-501). Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/teibp/content/313385_BP.xml">View transcription using TEI</a> Ballad https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/64cbad2ca06befbbb24257f594928534.tif fcd67720719a5cb3437466a6977da863 https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/64c4b30163bd4d90e4504edb8940b880.xml f6973ef3d81e689c4fc726892117d99a Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Physical Dimensions The actual physical size of the original image. 30 x 23 cm. Text Any textual data included in the document. WASP STINGING FROLICK, Or Engagement between the American Sloop of War WASP, of 18 Guns, and the British Sloop of War FROLICK, of 20 Guns.NATHANIEL COVERLY, JUN'R. Boston 1812 BIB Id 312235 A FINE little sloop from the Delaware came, To cruise on the seas, and the WASP was her name With a noble commander, who fear'd not the foe, And a crew who'd stand fast, let it blow high or low. CHORUS. Then fill up your glasses, let's laugh, drink and sing, And toast the brave Wasp, which the British did sting. Not long had she sail'd o'er the ocean's blue wave, 'Ere good fortune a fine opportunity gave, To convince the proud foe, who on valor oft harp, That a tight Yankee WASP, has a sting that is sharp, Then fill up your glasses, let's laugh, drink and sing, And toast the brave Wasp, which the British did sting. "A sail!" was sung out by a man at mast head, More rapidly on the Ship quickly sped; To the British in season the yankees drew near, And each brave noble heart was undaunted by fear. Then fill up your glasses, let's laugh, drink, and sing, And toast the brave Wasp, which the British did sting. The enemy seemed in a frolicksome mood, And made of the Frolick as light as they cou'd, But when her sharp sting the Wasp 'gan to run out, They began to conclude 'twas no frolicksome bout. Then fill up your glasses, let's laugh, drink and sing, And toast the brave Wasp, which the British did sting. Then broadside, and broadside, full at it they went, The WASP stung the FROLICK unto her content, 'Till dismasted and shatter'd, quite passive she lay, And found with reluctance, the devil to pay. Then fill your glasses, let's laugh, drink and sing, And toast the brave Wasp, which the British did sting. The flag of Great-Britain, was forc'd to be lower'd, And o'er it Columbia's bright Eagle now soar'd;The battle was won, and the triumph complete, And the Frolick so stung, that she own'd fairly beat.Then fill up your glasses, let's laugh, drink and sing, And toast the brave Wasp, which the British did sting. From the deck of the Wasp, five seamen so brave. With sorrow were launch'd to a watery grave, But their comrads so bold, had the pleasure to know, that sixty poor Britons went with them below. Then fill up your glasses, let's laugh, drink and sing, And toast the brave Wasp, which the British did sting. The Frolick was mann'd and ordered for port, Having seen full enough of true Yankee sport; But the devil of it was, that the very next day, Both Frolick and Wasp had to steer 'tother way.Then fill up your glasses, let's laugh, drink and sing, And toast the brave Wasp, which the British did sting. A huge seventy-four with them chanc'd to meet, And no chance was now left to make good a retreat, To give up, the bold crew were compell'd rather loth, And the Poictiers, the Wasp, and the Frolick took both Then fill up the glasses, let's laugh, drink and sing, And toast the brave Wasp, which the British did sting. But no honor was lost to the American name, And the Wasp long shall shine on the records of fame, And we hope e'er the war we're engag'd in is o'er, That our Navy will have a few Frolicks more. Then fill up your glasses, let's laugh, drink and sing, And toast the brave Wasp, which the British did sting. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context BIB ID: 312235 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocn191268335 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocn191505584 Shaw, R.R. American Bibliography, 27468 AAS General Catalog URL: http://catalog.mwa.org/vwebv/holdingsInfo?bibId=312235 <a href="https://gigi.mwa.org/imagearchive/fileName/312235_" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">View larger image</a> Title A name given to the resource Wasp stinging Frolick, or Engagement between the American sloop of war Wasp, of 18 guns, and the British sloop of war Frolick, of 20 guns Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1812 Spatial Coverage Spatial characteristics of the resource. Boston. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Coverly, Nathaniel, 1775?-1824, printer. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Fine little sloop from the Delaware came. Subject The topic of the resource United States History War of 1812 Naval battles Ships Wasp (Sloop) Description An account of the resource The ballad on this broadside is about an American naval victory. This broadside has three woodcuts and one ornament. The jolly drinking song “Wasp Stinging Frolick” is another text of the tune group relating to <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/287">Decatur’s Victory</a>. The opening lines clearly reflect the opening of <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/189">Paul Jones’s Victory</a>, a further clue that they were all intended for the same tune. This text was printed in two songsters with “Paul Jones’s Victory” as its indicated tune, and collected by the compiler of the Stevens-Douglass manuscript who copied out all ten verses; the text appeared in a total of eight songsters between 1813 and 1816 (Judicious Collection of Naval Songs 8-9; Columbian Naval Melody 21-23; H. Thompson 120-21). According to Commander Martin: [T]his song is remarkably accurate with regard to the facts of the incident it relates. USS Wasp, an eighteen-gun sloop of war under the command of Master Commandant Jacob Jones, sailed from the mouth of the Delaware River on October 13, 1812, and on the seventeenth met HM war brig Frolic (twenty-two guns, Captain Thomas Whinyates). The two fought a short, vicious action at short range, each seriously damaging the sails and rigging of the other. The contest was decided when the Americans, led by Lieutenant James Biddle, boarded their foe and swept all before them. Frolic had suffered fifteen killed and forty-seven wounded to Wasp’s five killed and a like number wounded. Jones hoped to bring his prize back to port with him, and so both vessels lay to making only the necessary repairs (which, in themselves, were extensive). They were thus engaged the following day when HMS Poictiers, a seventy-four-gunner, appeared and required both to surrender before Jones could attempt escape. Both ships were taken to Bermuda, from whence, in accordance with the practice of the time, the Americans soon were paroled home. Wasp was taken in to the Royal Navy as HMS Peacock, but lost in 1813. This bittersweet victory obviously was well received in the United States. The Congress voted Jones, soon promoted to Captain, a gold medal with silver copies for his commissioned officers and $25,000 to be shared by all the crew. To get slightly ahead of our chronology, when the frigate Macedonian was taken into the US Navy a few months later, Jones was placed in command. The name Jacob Jones has since been carried by three units of the US Navy. (Maclay, History of the Navy; Roosevelt). Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/teibp/content/312235_BP.xml">View transcription using TEI</a> Ballad https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/a8a340a5abaa288bf064705880645c38.TIF 35feea6c22e58282cc90aeab19e9c32a https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/e0e6320a1a78924f3f659a48d8cfce98.xml c9481655f6338bb0f4d33ef1d3deb687 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Physical Dimensions The actual physical size of the original image. 31 x 19 cm. Text Any textual data included in the document. ORDER OF PERFORMANCES AT THE THIRD PUBLICK CELEBRATION OF THE WASHINGTON BENEVOLENT SOCIETY OF MASSACHUSETTS. APRIL 30, 1814. I. ODE.....Written for the occasion and sung by Mr. Duren. II. PRAYER.....By the Rev. Mr. CHANNING. III. ODE.....Written for the occasion and sung by Mr. STEBBINS. IV. ORATION.....By the Hon. TIMOTHY BIGELOW. V. HYMN.....Composed for the occasion, and sung by Members of the Society. VI. BENEDICTION.Boston 1814 BIB Id 312153 ODE.BY JOHN PIERPONT, Esq.-TUNE.-Roderick Dhu. Hark! 'tis the children of WASHINGTON, pouring The full tide of song to the conqueror's praise Whose brows our young eagle, triumphantly soaring From the dun smoke of battle, encircled with bays. And while the choral song Floats on the air along Blending the tones of the mellowing strain, Bright o'er the melting soul New scenes of glory roll, Glory that spreads its broad blaze o'er the main. Hail to the brave, who in language of thunder, Borne on the foam-crested billows to war, Claim of their foe no inglorious plunder,- The trident of Neptune and victory's car. And while Columbia's stars Wave o'er her gallant tars, Bounding in triumph along the blue deep; See, o'er the bloody wave, Many a Briton's grave, The proud queen of ocean disconsolate weep. Hail to yon orient star, that adorning And gilding the skies with its ravishing light, Blazes unquench'd on the forehead of morning, And dispels the cold gloom of oppression and night. 'Tis by that ruddy glow Slaves and their tyrant know Freedom and hope to the world have return'd; So shone the pilot star, Hail'd from the east afar That over the manger of Bethlehem burn'd. Peace to the dust that in silence reposes Beneath the dark boughs of the cypress and yew; Let Spring deck the spot with her earliest roses, And Heav'n wash their leaves in its holiest dew. Calm as the Hero's soul Let the Potomac roll Wat'ring the willow that over him weeps, And, from his glassy wave, Softly reflect the grave Where all that was mortal of WASHINGTON sleeps. Hail holy shade! we would proudly inherit The flame that once deign'd in thy bosom to glow While yet but one spark of thy patriot spirit Thy godlike benevolence lingers below. Ne'er let thy fav'rite tree Sacred to Liberty By Anarchy's sulph'ry sirocco be riven; But in immortal bloom Rise o'er its planters tomb Rich with perfume as the breezes of Heaven. ODE TO THE SPIRIT OF WASHINGTON. TUNE- Ye Mariners of England. Descend, thou hallow'd Spirit, And guard our native land; Where every fiend of faction roams, And discord waves her brand- Oh! where has fled the patriot fire, That learnt from thee to glow? On our shore, seen no more, CHORUS. While the storms of faction blow, While weakness o'er our councils sways, And the storms of faction blow. Yet still one supplication, We humbly dare to frame,- Oh! bless this filial band, that bears Thy consecrated name! For here thy sacred mem'ry lives; Here grateful bosoms glow; And thy name lights a flame, CHORUS. Though the storms of faction blow, Though the darkest clouds our country shade, And the storms of faction blow. Should ANY brave our rampires With cannon-studded fleets; Or iron-serried arms invade Our native sweet retreats- Then WASHINGTON, our rallying word Shall urge us on the foe; In the fight, we'll unite, CHORUS. No invading war we wage, But hail! sweet PEACE! thy blest return To hush base faction's rage. HYMN. TUNE.-"Old Hundred." On Europe's realms, of mournful fame, Through deepest gloom, Lo! Freedom breaks; And millions rise to adore HIS name, Who justly chides, but ne'er forsakes. Th' Oppressor's cruel arm is stay'd, The floods of ruin backward roll; He, whom whole nations late obey'd, Humbled deplores GOD's high control. Almight power! We own thy grace, Oft interpos'd to save our race; From THEE have sprung our blissful days; By THEE we live; to hope and praise. Through him, thy mercies we have seen, Whose public worth, and holy life, Have still our shield and safety been, From lawless rule, and civil strife. From him our virtues may we learn, May his example trace our path; And may we yet thy blessings earn, And yet escape thine awful wrath. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context BIB ID: 312153 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocm79014683 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocn191505534 Shaw, R.R. American Bibliography, 33587 AAS General Catalog URL: http://catalog.mwa.org/vwebv/holdingsInfo?bibId=312153 <a href="https://gigi.mwa.org/imagearchive/fileName/312153_" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">View larger image</a> Title A name given to the resource Order of performances at the third publick celebration of the Washington Benevolent Society of Massachusetts. April 30, 1814 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1814 Spatial Coverage Spatial characteristics of the resource. Boston. Subject The topic of the resource Washington Benevolent Society of Massachusetts Freedom Liberty Political ballads and songs Washington, George, 1732-1799 Description An account of the resource Test description This broadside is the program for a service on April 30, 1814, that Isaiah Thomas and his wife attended; Thomas noted in his diary that Mrs. Thomas came from Worcester to Boston in the coach (225). It probably was not among the broadsides that Thomas picked up at the Coverly shop in June. Thomas evidently simply added it to the top of the stack to be bound as volume 2, along with seven English prints (see <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/38">The Sailor’s Departure from His True Love Susan</a>). Although President George Washington had cautioned in his farewell address that men should avoid political parties, the Federalists introduced political clubs known as Washington Benevolent Societies. Several hundred were formed from 1808 into the 1820s. The Washington Benevolent Society of Massachusetts held its first meeting in Boston in 1812 and a special march was written for the group and published by Graupner (Wolfe, Secular Music #9614-14a). It is interesting to note that in 1814 all three vocal selections consisted of old British tunes with new texts, as might be expected for a Federalist audience. According to the program, the first ode was adapted to the tune of “Roderick Dhu” by John Pierpont. A native of Connecticut, Pierpont (1785-1866) was a Unitarian clergyman in Boston, a Federalist who in later years wrote antislavery poems (1843). He had read his poem “The Portrait” before the Washington Benevolent Society of Newburyport in 1812, and was called on again in 1814 to read the first ode on Washington for the Boston meeting (Wegelin 1903; Newburyport [MA] Herald, May 10, 1814; Concord [NH] Gazette, May 17, 1814). “Roderick Dhu” is the march from the boating scene honoring Sir Roderick Dhu, a rebel Highland chief, in James Sanderson’s musical play The Lady of the Lake (1812). It may be derived from an old Gaelic melody, but it is best known today as “Hail to the Chief” from the opening line in the Sanderson work. It was already very popular when a band played it from a barge for the opening of the Chesapeake and Ohio Canal on July 4, 1828, in the presence of John Quincy Adams, then the president. The White House Historical Association notes the song is traditionally played to announce the arrival of the president at state functions. Selecting “Ye Mariners of England” as the tune for the second ode was a specific choice. The lyric is modeled on a popular patriotic war song by Glasgow poet Thomas Campbell (1777-1844), set to music by John Wall Callcott (1766-1821). Campbell’s text had already inspired parodies that were printed in American songsters in 1812 and 1813; the text appeared in four songsters between 1801 and 1805 (R. Keller, Early American Songsters). The writer of this song used Campbell’s warlike ideas with somewhat more religious language, and used many of the words of Campbell’s chorus. The original song, of which Campbell’s text is itself a parody, is an old song of the sea dating back to the late seventeenth century: You gentlemen of England, who live at home at ease, How little do you think upon the dangers of the seas; Give ear unto the mariners, and they will plainly show, All the cares, and the fears, when the stormy winds do blow; All the cares, and the fears, when the stormy winds do blow. (Ritson, Select Collection 3: #37; Simpson 768-69) From that time on, many new lyrics were based on the easily parodied text and in this use, the parody is given new music. Those that survived in oral tradition retained the older opening line, “Ye gentlemen of England who live at home at your ease” (Laws 141-42; Roud #18526). The final musical number in the program was a new text to the familiar tune “Old Hundred,” and according to the line in the title, the entire audience was expected to join in. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/teibp/content/312153_BP.xml">View transcription using TEI</a> Ballad https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/8a192024291dbf5f6e7c03e5adfef947.tif ecff010fbbfeb4a6544da1ff0f2a5801 https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/d69103867dbcb73c3c47800ae1d4da44.xml 48a49c4c9c163a89e7906a08b036eb18 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Physical Dimensions The actual physical size of the original image. 40 x 24 cm. Text Any textual data included in the document. VERSES Composed on the Schooner WASHINGTON and crew, who was blown off the Coast on the 24th of November 1811, being bound from NEW-YORK for SALEM: light, commanded by NICHOLAS THOMAS, of FRENCHMANS-BAY, and arrived at the Island of St. THOMAS, after being at Sea 36 days.NATHANIEL COVERLY BOSTON 1812 BIB Id 311817 My friends and neighbors all I pray attend, And hearken to the lines that here is penn'd, How we were driven from our native land, If you'll attend you soon shall understand. The great Supreme that rules the Universe, Who marks our ways while time and nature lasts, Whose orders spread with universal sway. And floods and waves their Maker's voice obey, O what is man! his stature weak and small, Who in distress doth on his Maker call, For help and mercy when no friend is near, To save his life which he esteems so dear. But strange to think when once his life is sav'd, And he prolonged from a watery grave, No longer he in dust and ashes mourn, But doth to sin of every kind return. Both prayers and vows they soon are laid aside, He doth the works of providence deride, He saith by chance I did this work perform, And boasts his skill in braving out the storm, But while misfortune present to my view. The same in truth I will relate to you, It was November on the twentieth day, We from New-York did then our anchors weigh, For Massachusetts-Bay we being bound, With pleasant gales we sail'd Long-Island sound, In thirty hours we did our anchors cast, In Holme's hole and thought all dangers past. But he who rules with universal sway, Whose dread commands all nature must obey, Had mark'd the course which we were soon to steer, Attend and you the same shall shortly hear. The twenty third began with pleasant gales, We weigh'd our anchor and soon come to sail, One hand attending with the honest lead. To see what dangers in the deep were hid. At eight A. M. we pass'd all dangerous lands, With pleasant gales we for race point did stand, We little thought the course we had to go, But wind and weather prov'd our overthrow. The Northern winds at 4 P.M prevail'd, Which soon oblig'd us for to reef our sails, Our standing rigging going to decay. Main topinlift was quickly carried away, Night coming on, we to the Eastward steer'd, And soon the Light upon Cape-Cod appear'd. We then wore ship, and stood on the for the shore And soon the light to us appear'd no more. The weather thick, and spitting fast with snow, While furious gales did from the Northward blow, Which fast increas'd, the sea rose every hour, To carry sail now was not in our power, The 24th we could behold no land, And t'was presumption for the shoals to stand, Our rigging old and would not bear a strain, To set more sail it therefore was in vain, The wind had now become a furious gale, And so much sea we could not carry sail, But one thing more remain'd for us to do, To get more sea room, then to heave her too. And now before the raging wind and sea, Although a wreck we were oblig'd to flee, Out the South channel now before the waves, The only chance we had our lives to save. Still one thing more which added to our grief, One man was sick and could get no relief; Unto his cabin he was soon confin'd While death itself did agitate our mind. At 10 P. M. we set a ballance reef, Hoping thereby for to obtain relief, But all in vain the wind so furious blew, And soon we found our ship would not lay too, A two reef'd foresail, we set up amain, Put up the helm and kept away again, While snow and hail in torrents fast did fall, And waves that threaten'd to destroy us all. Having fresh water that was now in store, One hogshead only and could get no more. Short of provisions and of candles too, In times like these, what were we then to do? Forc'd in the gulph were waves like mountains rise, Swept fore and aft which fill'd us with surprize, All things to Leeward with such speed did go, Which spoke aloud our sudden overthrow. Our topsail lost, our rigging all was poor, Which when once lost could be regain'd no more, While we with grief upon our decks did stand, And cast a look towards our native land, Think on our friends, our families and Wives, Behold the waves that threaten now our lives, We all expecting soon to end our days, And to be buried in the rolling waves, Tost on the ocean standing back and forth, Until the wind did meet us from the North. We then did scud her to obtain relief, Under a foresail that was double reef'd, December first, it was that dismal day, When we determin'd for to bare away, We now took leave of all our native shore, To cross the seas while boist'rous waves did roar, If tears of blood would but obtain'd the land, We all would shed them on the same to stand; But all in vain was terrors and dismay, The wind had forc'd us now to keep away; While gales of wind around us did prevail, With peals of thunder and the dreadful hail. The rain in torrents on our decks did fall, With waves that threaten'd to destroy us all. Before the sea we kept our shatter'd bark, Which prov'd at length the safety of an ark, We were protected by the Almighty arm, Who sav'd our bodies from apparent harm, In thirty days with joy we did espy, A sail to windward as she passed by, We set a signal, which they quickly knew, It prov'd the VENUS captain HENRY TEW, Who soon supply'd us with what we did need, And to keep company likewise agreed; Which promise he did like a man perform, Till we were shelter'd from the driving storm, And after six and thirty days were past, We in St. THOMAS, did our anchors cast; Our crew in number which was only five, By God protected and still kept alive, Thanks to that God who rules the world's above, Who grants permission through his boundless love, To sinners who pursue all sinful ways, Yet he in mercy lengthens out their days. How thankful now ought every one to be, Who have escap'd destruction from the sea, And have once more beheld our native land, And been permitted on the same to stand. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context BIB ID: 311817 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocm84960879 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocn191505314 AAS General Catalog URL: http://catalog.mwa.org/vwebv/holdingsInfo?bibId=311817 <a href="https://gigi.mwa.org/imagearchive/fileName/311817_" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">View larger image</a> Title A name given to the resource Verses composed on the schooner Washington and crew, : who was blown off the coast on the 24th of November 1811, being bound from New-York for Salem: light, commanded by Nicholas Thomas, of Frenchmans-Bay, and arrived at the island of St. Thomas, after being at sea 36 days Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1812 Spatial Coverage Spatial characteristics of the resource. Boston. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Coverly, Nathaniel, 1775?-1824, printer. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. My friends and neighbors all I pray attend. Description An account of the resource The ballad on this broadside is about the seafaring life. This broadside has two woodcuts and one ornament. The headnote tells the story of this broadside: on November 21, 1811, a small schooner with passengers and a crew of five sailed up Long Island Sound heading from New York to Salem, Massachusetts. As the ship rounded Cape Cod, it encountered a strong northeaster. Unable to tack back toward land, she had to put out to sea to keep from being destroyed by the wind and hail. Sailing before the northerly wind, she finally reached St. Thomas in the Virgin Islands after a journey of thirty-six days with minimal supplies. The author was evidently a passenger terrified by the ordeal. He may have been a minister who wrote the piece later as witness to God’s “boundless love” in saving them from certain death. From its length, title, and meter, the lyric was probably simply a long didactic and rather sensational narrative poem that was never intended to be sung.<a title="" href="#_ftn1">[1]</a> The captain of the ship was Nicholas Thomas of Mount Desert, Maine. When he was seventy-eight, he wrote a “sketch of the life of Nicholas Thomas of Eden written by himself August 6, 1857, . . . taken from minutes kept by him thro’ the former part of his life.” In ballad meter, verses 37-50 describe the same storm from his somewhat more sanguine viewpoint (N. Thomas 349-57). <div> <div> <a title="" href="#_ftnref1">[1] </a>In undated letters, Dr. Edward Ives compares this author who wrote “to be read” with another poet from Maine named Amos Hanson who wrote “to be sung.” </div> </div> Subject The topic of the resource Ships Death Presence of God Seafaring life Sin Storms Saint Thomas (United States Virgin Islands) Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/teibp/content/311817_BP.xml">View transcription using TEI</a> Ballad https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/b6f4ec8d5c645effa5ff69104d6a3ae3.tif 06d5b02d40cb0f543513dab65482b9a5 https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/bfcb29415f5399a217e8989b79a01bf9.xml ee5f5b8d4c10a732b9b911501fb3edfc Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Physical Dimensions The actual physical size of the original image. 45 x 28 cm. Text Any textual data included in the document. THE LAST WORDS OF S. TULLY.WHO WAS EXECUTED AT SOUTH BOSTON,FOR PIRACY. DECEMBER 10. 1812. PRINTED BY N. COVERLY. PRICE 6 CENTS. NATHANIEL COVERLY Corner of Theater-Alley, BOSTON Jun Published as part of the American Antiquaruian Society's Isaiah Thomas Broadside Ballads Project BIB Id 308550 WHEN they arrived at the place of execution at South Boston, the Marshal read aloud his warrant of execution, when Tully expressed a wish to read a paper, but his strength failing him, he desired one of the De- puty-Marshals to read it for him. In this paper is contained HIS LAST WORDS AND DYING SPEECH. AS a man and criminal now going out of this world, I do think it my duty to acknowledge that I have been guilty of taking, and assisting to take, the property which is mentioned in the first indictment ; but the murder, which was charged in the second in- dictment, I do not see that I am any ways guilty of, although it was plead so hard against me, and I have reason to believe was the means of my being condemned ; but if not, I acknowledge the justness of my sentence ; but if other ways, I pray that the Almighty God will forgive those who have done me this wrong, and I freely forgive them from the bottom of my heart, as I hope the Almighty God will forgive me, not only this but all the sins and wickedness that I have done in the world. This crime for which I now suffer, is a horrible crime to think upon, and I beg that it may be a warning to every one that may hear of it, or witness my sad fate. And I do think that it is my duty to express, with gratitude, my sincere thanks to the Marshals, and to other gentlemen, in whose hands and charge I have been since I first came to Boston, particular- ly to the Wardens and Keepers of the State's Prison in Charlestown, and Col. Gardner in particular for his kindness shown to me, I give my sincere and hearty thanks to all the Ministers, and other pious people of different denomi- nations, who have assisted me with their repeated visits, and their good ad- vice, their prayers, their sermons, and their pious and godly books, to bring me to a due sense of myself, and to open my blind and wicked heart, and to soothe my sorrows, to bring me to true repentance, for all my sins and wickedness, and to prepare me to meet my awful sentence and death, and to meet the Almighty God who gave me my existence, and has been my whole support through this veil of life. And undoubtedly it has been this good will and pleasure that I should suffer this side the grave to expiate for the sins and wickedness which I have willfully committed against so good and merciful a Creator ; and to bring me to his only Son, Jesus Christ, the Redeemer and Saviour of the world, in whom I put my whole trust hope and confidence, well knowing there is no other name under heaven whereby I can be saved. Therefore I resign myself to his gracious dispo- sal, with my body to the earth from whence it came, and my spirit to the Lord who gave it ; and may the Lord Jesus Christ have mercy on my poor soul. Amen. SAMUEL TULLY. After the throne of grace had been addressed by the Rev. Mr. Collier, and the unfortunate Tully launched into eternity, the Marshal stepped forward, and addressed the spectators, as fol- lows : Friends and Fellow Citizens, The good People of the United States, when they formed their National Compact, wisely ordained among the duties assigned to the President, that he should execute the Laws with judg- ment and with mercy ; while therefore he has left that man [pointing to Tul- ly,) who is now suspended between Heaven and Earth, a spectacle for Men and Angels, to suffer the pains adjudg- ed him by the Law ; he has been dis- posed in mercy to respite the sentence of this man, pointing to Dalton, for a few days, that he may gain that infor- mation which may perhaps incline him to extend further favors---Listen then with attention, and I will read to you my authority, signed by the President, and issued under the great seal of the U. States. The Marshal then read the warrant of respite. After the reading the warrant, the Marshal turned to Dalton, and con- tinued, "Dalton ! You have heard read the authority which authorizes me to suspend your fate ! but deceive not yourself too far that this is the sure prelude of a full pardon, let me beseech, earnestly beseech you to avail of the farther space allowed you by the Pre- sident to purify your heart, to implore the assistance of your Creator, to give you true repentance, and to intercede for mercy, through the meditation of your Redeemer, for all your transgres- sions, that so should you not obtain full pardon here on earth, you may obtain a remission in another and a better world, and be made a partaker of an inheritance incorruptible, undefiled, and that passeth not away, as lasting as the moment of eternity, and as boundless as the eternal mind : and to that gra- cious Being, I commend you for grace and favor in this world and that which is to come." After Tully had hung the usual time and Dr. Bartlett, the Surgeon of the State Prison, pronounced him dead, he was lowered by the Marshal into his Coffin, and conducted back, with Dalton, in the same carriage that bro't them, to the State-Prison. There were upwards of fifteen thou- sand spectators who attended the Exe- cution, yet all was solemn and still, and evinced that affectionate sympa- thy which so eminently characterizes the American people. Tully, the mate, is an American by birth, of respectable but poor parents, in the State of Pennsylvania, and is for- ty-two years of age. Dalton, or rather Heathcoat, which is his true name, is an Englishman, and was twenty four years old. The Mate had received a tolerably good education, was a capa- ble seaman, having most of his life followed the seas ! Dalton was very ignorant. A public execution is a very rare occurrence in the town of Boston , it on Thursday spread a gloom throughout the capital of this State ! the sight was affecting, even to a degree of awfulness ! to see a fellow creature pinioned that he should not destroy himself, or in the bitterness of his soul, madly to destroy another ; his halter about his neck; his coffin by his side, and going to be executed, is one o f the most shocking sights that can meet the weeping eye in civilized so- ciety ! the bell to be tolling for the death and funeral of men still living and passing the streets, had an effect that few could support without tears ! it is at all times, a dreadful thing to die! Death, said an ancient philoso- pher, is like the sun, it cannot be look- ed at steadily ! the strong fibred, philo- sophical Johnson always thought so. He said, they who appear unmoved at the idea of death, do not show so much a strength of mind, as a want of thought. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context BIB ID: 308550 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocm84411960 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocn191501331 Shaw, R.R. American Bibliography, 26924 AAS General Catalog URL: http://catalog.mwa.org/vwebv/holdingsInfo?bibId=308550 <a href="https://gigi.mwa.org/imagearchive/fileName/308550_" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">View larger image</a> Title A name given to the resource The last words of S. Tully Who was executed at South Boston, for piracy December 10, 1812 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1812 Spatial Coverage Spatial characteristics of the resource. Boston. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Coverly, Nathaniel, 1775?-1824, printer. Subject The topic of the resource Piracy Crime Boston (Mass.) Last words Tully, Samuel, 1771-1812 Public executions Pardon Forgiveness Dalton, John, 1788?- Description An account of the resource The ballad on this broadside is about execution and crime. This broadside has one woodcut and five ornaments. In 1812 a spectacular hanging was staged in South Boston for two men, Samuel Tully (1770-1812) and John Dalton, sentenced to be executed for piracy and murder. For a detailed account, see <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/330">A Copy of a Letter from Samuel Tully</a>. The broadside shown here, The Last Words of S. Tully, was printed by Coverly, the result of a pre-prepared broadside describing the hanging of both men quickly revised when Dalton was reprieved at the last minute: images of a second body and coffin, in the dramatic illustration likely done by local engraver Nathaniel Dearborn (1786-1852), one of Boston’s earliest engravers on wood, were cut out with a knife. This broadside includes a prose narrative but no lyrics. The final column is a reflection on the entire affair, with additional information about the victims, including the information that Tully was “an American by birth, of respectable but poor parents in the State of Pennsylvania, and is forty-two years of age.” Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="/thomasballads/teibp/content/308550_BP.xml">View transcription using TEI</a> Ballad https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/488e97a0d5e3ad9ac7f0caeafdabb6e1.tif 447e1fa45c3b43cd0991e1d24ea40ae3 https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/0b40908679b7d513221bdd44355c5314.xml 850f8e694b28b1860a83ce66a2b17728 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Physical Dimensions The actual physical size of the original image. 34 x 24 cm. Text Any textual data included in the document. THE LAST WORDS OF S. TULLY, Who was executed at South Boston, for Piracy, December 10th, 1812.Boston 1812 BIB Id 308549 WHEN they arrived at the place of execution at South Boston, the Marshal read aloud his warrant of execution, when Tulley expressed a wish to read a paper, but his strength failing him, he desired one of the Deputy-Marshals to read it for him.-In this paper is contain- ed His last Words & dying Speech. AS a man and criminal now going out of this world, I do think it my duty to ac- knowledge that I have been guilty of tak- ing, and assisting to take, the property which is mentioned in the first indictment; but the murder, which was charged in the second indictment, I do not see that I am any ways guilty of, although it was plead so hard against me, and I have reason to believe was the means of my being con- demned; but if not, I acknowledge the justness of my sentence; but if other ways, I pray that the Almighty God will forgive those who have done me this wrong, and I freely forgive them from the bottom of my heart, as I hope the Al- mighty God will forgive me, not only this but all the sins and wickedness that I have done in the world. This crime for which I now suffer, is a horrible crime to think upon, and I beg that it may be a warning to every one that may hear of it, or witness my sad fate. And I do think that it is my duty to express, with grat- itude, my sincere thanks to the Marshals, and to other gentlemen, in whose hands and charge I have been since I first came to Boston, particularly to the Wardens and Keepers of the States Prison inCharles town, and Col. Gardner in particular for his kindness shown to me, I give my sin- cere & hearty thanks to all the Ministers, and other pious people of different de- nominations, who have assisted me with their repeated visits, and their good ad- vice, their prayers, their sermons, and their pious and godly books, to bring me to a due sense of myself, and to open my blind and wicked heart, and to soothe my sorrows, to bring me to true repentance, for all my sins and wickedness, and to pre- pare me to meet my awful sentence and death, and to meet the Almighty GOD who gave me my existence, and has been my whole support through this veil of life. And undoubtedly it has been his good will and pleasure that I should suf- fer this side the grave to expiate for the sins and wickedness which I have willfully committed against so good and merciful a Creator; and to bring me to his only Son, Jesus Christ, the Redeemer and Saviour of the world, in whom I put my whole trust, hope and confidence, well knowing there is no other name under heaven whereby I can be saved. Therefore I resign myself to his gracious disposal, with my body to the earth from whence it came, and my spirit to the Lord who gave it; and may the Lord Jesus Christ have mercy on my poor soul. Amen. SAMUEL TULLY. Every preparation was made for the execution of Dalton, when the Marshal informed the immense crowd of spectators that he had a warrant from the President under the great seal of the U States.- The marshal then read the warrant of respite, by which the execution of Dalton is deferred until the 10th day of January next, then turning to Dalton, he said, "while I make known to you the pleasure of the Chief Magistrate, and in him of the whole People of the United States, let me beseech, earnestly beseech you to bow your- self before Almighty GOD, and implore of him to give you grace to employ the additional space given you by this act of clemency in such a manner as in the event of your failing to obtain a full pardon you may be better in the temper and dis- position of your heart to meet the fate which has overtaken your late associate in guilt here suspended before you, with serenity and resignation." Tully was born in N. York state, aged 42 years. TO die's the common lot of all Of Adam's numerous race; But some for crimes are doom'd to die Examples of disgrace. But when we know the time draws near That they must surely die, We can't refrain a secret tear, We raise a mournful sigh. Had but this poor unhappy man, Avoided every crime, His days on earth perhaps might be Spar'd a much longer time. Ye fellow mortals, there behold Him on a gallows high- See the reward of wickedness; For that he's judg'd to die. When to the fatal spot they came; Oh! 'twas a solemn view, When round their necks theropes was fix'd Tulley bid the world adieu. But just as Dalton was about His exit to receive, The Marshal stopt, and then pronounc'd A thirty days reprieve. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context BIB ID: 308549 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocm77985384 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocn191501328 AAS General Catalog URL: http://catalog.mwa.org/vwebv/holdingsInfo?bibId=308549 <a href="https://gigi.mwa.org/imagearchive/fileName/308549_" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">View larger image</a> Title A name given to the resource The last words of S. Tully, who was executed at South Boston, for piracy, December 10th, 1812. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1812 Spatial Coverage Spatial characteristics of the resource. Boston. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. To die's the common lot of all. Subject The topic of the resource Piracy Crime Boston (Mass.) Last words Tully, Samuel, 1771-1812 Public executions Pardon Forgiveness Dalton, John, 1788?- Description An account of the resource The ballad on this broadside is about an execution and the last words of the murderer. In 1812 a spectacular hanging was staged in South Boston for two men, Samuel Tully (1770-1812) and John Dalton, sentenced to be executed for piracy and murder. For a detailed account, see <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/330">A Copy of a Letter from Samuel Tully</a>. Joseph White produced this follow-up broadside, The Last Words of S. Tully, using four of the verses from his pre-hanging broadside, <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/311">On Samuel Tully and John Dalton</a>, adding two verses telling what happened, and adding an account of the day’s events. His prose version of the marshal’s speech is in different words from that on Coverly’s large broadside. Perhaps both men were on the spot and later reconstructed the speech from hasty notes. This is a blow-by-blow description of the events at the scaffold. Tully is unable to read his “last words” and asks a deputy marshal to read it. In the document Tully admits his guilt on the theft, but denies being responsible for the murder. Since the headline on the broadside states that Tully was executed for piracy, that may be the “theft” he takes responsibility for in his statement, in contradiction of his letter to his father published on <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/330">A Copy of a Letter from Samuel Tully</a>. He then thanks the people of Boston for their support and “good advice” and hopes they will take a lesson from his suffering. A paragraph follows in which the marshal informs the crowd that Dalton has received a temporary reprieve. A final line states that Tully was born in New York State, and was then forty-two years old, also contradicting the Heathcoate alias from <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/330">A Copy of a Letter from Samuel Tully</a>. Across the bottom of the broadside is the rewriting of the lyric <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/311">On Samuel Tully and John Dalton</a>, after the event. The verses are in a new order: 1, 2, 11, 9, and 5. With verse 5, only the first line remains. The rest is new. Tully dies; Dalton is eventually reprieved. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/teibp/content/308549_BP.xml">View transcription using TEI</a> Ballad https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/aaeb6392e422e390e7e3815c285a1d6c.tif 096eddb5e76b23f6b2db505e4b0f026e https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/ceff3b2115bfbc0ab737fb36622e1c15.xml 9db885f4807b2fc81c594844efd18197 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Physical Dimensions The actual physical size of the original image. 29 x 21 cm. Text Any textual data included in the document. A COPY OF A LETTER FROM SAMUEL TULLY, ALIAS R. HEATHCOATE, Who is under Sentence of Death for PIRACY and MURDER to his Father, in ENGLAND ; written the day he received Sentence, but copied over since his Confinement in the STATE PRISON, in presence of some gentle- men whose duty it is to attend there. Published by NATHANIEL COVERLY Corner of Theater-Alley, BOSTON Jun Published as part of the American Antiquaruian Society's Isaiah Thomas Broadside Ballads Project BIB Id 308547 BOSTON, November 6th, 1812. Dear Father, I HOPE these lines will find you in good health ; but I regret that my situation at this time is fatal. and past recall.---When I wrote to you last from Galloway in Ire- land, I mentioned to you not to expect me till you saw me : but since that, I had the misfortune to ship in a vessel belonging toPhiladelphia, and the mate and captain used to disagree very much ; and lying in theIsland of May, the mate when the captain was on shore, thought proper to cut both cables and went away with the vessel. Two men went on shore ; I was not permitted to go, nor yet any more : So he proceeded with the vessel to the West Indies, and there he destroyed her, and converted the property to his own use ; but before he went on shore, he gave me a bag marked five hundred dol- lars, and the same to the black man. So when we got on shore, he and the black man lived together, and I was very unwell and had been so for a long time. I went and lived by myself, this was on a Friday ; the Thursday following, the cook wished to leave the Island and go away, so he had to be examined by the governor : he and the mate made it appear that the property was their own. So the governor came to me and asked me about the property. I told him it was not mine, and it did not belong to me, so then I was made prisoner, and the cook taken as evidence against me and the mate, and sent to Boston, tried and convicted of Piracy, and received the awful sentence of DEATH, to take place December the 10th, 1812, between the hours of Ten and Three o' clock. Dear Father, the word DEATH, is a ter- ror to the stoutest of men, and still it is a debt we have all got to pay sooner or later ; but then to think I must be cut off in the prime of life and flower of my days---cut off from the society of men, and not even thought fit to live on earth amongst men. It goes very heavy with me, when I bring reason to bear, that I must suffer, and for another man's faults; therefore I hope my brothers and sisters will mind what company they go into ; only think of me and my unfortu- nate end, and strive to comfort their father and mother, as I know when they come to hear of the awful scene and untimely end of me, it will be enough to bring them to their graves in their old age : and I would have my brother Henry to resume my place in birthright, as I am no more for this world. Remember me to all relations and en- quiring friends. I beg and pray, that my father and mother will not fret, nor make themselves uneasy in the least, of not seeing me in this world, as I am in hopes there is a better place prepared for us all to meet. And I hope I shall be prepared to assume that place with fortitude and the blessing of God. So adieu, adieu in this world. From your unfortunate son, R. HEATHCOTE. Father and Mother, adieu for ever. Broth- ers and Sisters, adieu for ever---one and all Friends and Relations, adieu---the Lord bless you, and be your guide for ever more. Amen. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context BIB ID: 308547 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocm84060032 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocn191501324 AAS General Catalog URL: http://catalog.mwa.org/vwebv/holdingsInfo?bibId=308547 <a href="https://gigi.mwa.org/imagearchive/fileName/308547_" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">View larger image</a> Title A name given to the resource A copy of a letter from Samuel Tully, alias R. Heathcoate, who is under sentence of death for piracy and murder to his father, in England; written the day he received sentence, but copied over since his confinement in the state prison, in presence of some gentlemen whose duty it is to attend there Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1812 Spatial Coverage Spatial characteristics of the resource. Boston. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Coverly, Nathaniel, 1775?-1824, printer. Subject The topic of the resource Piracy Crime Boston (Mass.) Murder Last letters before death Tully, Samuel, 1771-1812 Description An account of the resource The ballad on this broadside is about murder and crime. This broadside has one woodcut and three ornaments. In 1812 a spectacular hanging was staged in South Boston. Two men, Samuel Tully (1770-1812) and John Dalton, were sentenced to be executed for piracy and murder. While their crimes were not particularly grisly, the fact that two were going together drew fifteen thousand people to the gallows, half the population of the town. The entire affair was reported in the newspapers in detail and two pamphlets were published within weeks of the event; the execution even spawned a series against capital punishment in the Boston Independent Chronicle in December 1812 (Tully; Report of the Trial [1812]). In the weeks before the big day, Coverly had several broadsides on this topic for sale in his shop: the broadside shown here, A Copy of a Letter from Samuel Tully, as well as <a>On Samuel Tully and John Dalton</a>, <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/332">The Last Words of S. Tully</a>, and another entitled <a>The Last Words of S. Tully</a>. The trail of Coverly’s broadsides and their imitations give a good picture of the dynamics of sensationalist printing for street sales in early Federal Boston. Probably shortly after the verdict was reached, Coverly printed a broadside entitled Solemn Reflections, Occasioned by the Trial of John Dalton, and S. Tully: For Piracy and Murder, now at the Houghton Library at Harvard University. Two figures flank the title with scrolls over their heads that read “Dalton” and “Tully,” and a forty-five verse moral poem fills the oversized sheet. Next came the letter shown here, purportedly from Tully to his father. In this broadside, Tully’s alias is given as R. Heathcoate, and the text consists of his letter to his father in England, Rowland Heathcoate, explaining the circumstances of his arrest for piracy and his innocence in the matter.<a title="" href="#_ftn1">[1]</a> Joseph White also printed a pre-event broadside, <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/311">On Samuel Tully and John Dalton</a>. This lyric of fifteen verses in ballad meter was released on December 7, three days before the scheduled execution of the two men. Dalton’s alias is given as R. Heathcote, contradicting the identification on the broadside shown here. The text may have been written by a clergyman. It is didactic, but not overly religious. In advance of the hanging, Coverly printed up a dramatic story of the execution as it was to unfold, complete with an elaborate relief cut showing the action as the carter led the horse away, pulling the wagon out from under the feet of the victims, suspending them in air. Monogrammed coffins are standing upright against the gallows and the armed officials pose stiffly around the scene. This broadside must have sold wonderfully well and Coverly knew it would, particularly if he enhanced it with a good picture. It was a large broadside, measuring about eighteen by twelve inches and he probably commissioned the dramatic illustration from local engraver Nathaniel Dearborn (1786-1852), one of Boston’s earliest engravers on wood. But the day of the hanging, Dalton was reprieved! Perhaps using a layout he had ready as a follow-up to the execution, Coverly adjusted the broadside to tell what really happened. Someone took a knife to the illustration and out came the second body and one of the coffins. Putting the “corrected” cut back into the forme and changing the title to <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/332">The Last Words of S. Tully</a>, Coverly rushed the revised layout through his press and out onto the streets. <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/332">The Last Words of S. Tully</a> includes a prose narrative but no lyrics. After Tully’s last words, a prayer was given, the cart pulled away, and Tully died. The marshal then stepped forward and addressed the spectators, telling them that Dalton had a temporary reprieve. The final column is a reflection on the entire affair, with additional information about the victims, including the information that Tully was “an American by birth, of respectable but poor parents in the State of Pennsylvania, and is forty-two years of age.” Joseph White also produced a follow-up broadside, <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/331">The Last Words of S. Tully</a>, using four of the verses from his pre-hanging broadside, <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/311">On Samuel Tully and John Dalton</a>, adding two verses telling what happened, and adding an account of the day’s events. His prose version of the marshal’s speech is in different words from that on Coverly’s large broadside. Perhaps both men were on the spot and later reconstructed the speech from hasty notes. This is a blow-by-blow description of the events at the scaffold. Tully is unable to read his “last words” and asks a deputy marshal to read it. In the document Tully admits his guilt on the theft, but denies being responsible for the murder. Since the headline on the broadside states that Tully was executed for piracy, that may be the “theft” he takes responsibility for in his statement, in contradiction of his letter to his father published on the broadside shown here. He then thanks the people of Boston for their support and “good advice” and hopes they will take a lesson from his suffering. A paragraph follows in which the marshal informs the crowd that Dalton has received a temporary reprieve. A final line states that Tully was born in New York State, and was then forty-two years old, also contradicting the Heathcoate alias from the broadside shown here. Across the bottom of the broadside is a rewriting of the lyric <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/311">On Samuel Tully and John Dalton</a>, but after the event. The verses are in a new order: 1, 2, 11, 9, and 5. With verse 5, only the first line remains. The rest is new. Tully dies; Dalton is eventually reprieved. Two other printers cashed in on the event, with copies of Coverly’s large broadsides reflecting the reprieve but without the Dearborn woodcut. In God’s Judgments Upon Murder, Salmon Wilder of Leominster openly copied Coverly’s entire pre-hanging broadside, replacing the lyrics with a report on what happened.<a title="" href="#_ftn2">[2]</a> Finally, hiding his identity under a pseudonym, Timothy Longlive’s Last Words broadside simply reproduced Coverly’s entire text and format. The public evidently could not get enough of the details of this entire episode. The narrative of the trial went through several editions and continued to be published into 1814, and Coverly still had copies of the four broadsides in his shop to sell to Thomas in June of the same year. <div> <div> <a title="" href="#_ftnref1">[1] </a>According to various Internet genealogy sources, there was a Rowland Heathcote family that lived in Derbyshire in the 1790-1820 period. </div> <div> <a title="" href="#_ftnref2">[2] </a>For the Wilder attribution see publications by him, particularly Entertaining Stories and New England Diary for the cut at the bottom of this broadside. Wilder copied several of Coverly’s cuts and publications. My thanks to Leominster Public Library curator Jeannine Levesque for making this broadside available to me. </div> </div> Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="/thomasballads/teibp/content/308547_BP.xml">View transcription using TEI</a> Ballad https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/b79460d475269f112582de8aa836e314.tif 5177085ce67430a8f8d415b184d5d5b8 https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/d5bdc42d3ecb9918f5f2498d4626f2f7.xml 21aa5ba83c8eb992bd1187661dc77d6a Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Physical Dimensions The actual physical size of the original image. 30 x 24 cm. Text Any textual data included in the document. TRUXTON'S VICTORY : OR BRAVE YANKEE BOYS. Published by NATHANIEL COVERLY Corner of Theater-Alley, BOSTON Jun 1814 Published as part of the American Antiquaruian Society's Isaiah Thomas Broadside Ballads Project BIB Id 308529 COME all you Yankee sailors with swords and pikes advance, 'Tis time to try your courage and humble haughty France: The sons of France our seas invade, Destroy our Commerce and our trade, 'Tis time the reck'ning should be paid To brave Yankee boys. On board the Constellation from Baltimore we came, We had a bold commander and Truxton was his name, Our Ship she mounted forty guns, And on the main so swiftly runs, To prove to France Columbia's sons, Are brave Yankee boys. We sailed to the West-Indies in order to annoy, The invaders of our commerce to burn, sink and destroy ; Our Constellasion shone so bright, The Frenchmen could not bear the sight, And away they scampered, in a fright, From brave Yankee boys. 'Twas on the 9th of February at Monserat we lay, And there we spy'd the L'Insurgente just at the break of day: We rais'd the orange and the blue, To see if they our signal knew, The Constellation and the crew, Of brave Yankee boys. Then all hands were call'd to quarters while we pursu'd the chase, With well prim'd guns, our tompkins out, and well splic'd the main brace, Then soon to France we did draw nigh, Compell'd to fight, they were, or fly, These words were pass'd "CONQUER OR DIE," My brave Yankee boys. Loud our cannons thunder'd, with peals tremendous roar, And death upon our bullets wings that drench'd their decks in gore. The blood did from their scuppers run, Their chief exclaim'd, "we are undone," Their flag they struck, the battle was won, By brave Yankee boys. Then to St. Kitts we steered, we brought her safe in port, The grand salute was fired and answered from the Fort; Now sitting round the flowing bowl, With hearty glee each jovial soul, Drink as you fought without control, My brave Yankee boys. Now here's a health to Truxton who did not fear the sight And all those Yankee sailors who for their country fight, John Adams in full bumpers toast, George Washington, Columbia's boast, And now to the girls that we love most, My brave Yankee boys. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context BIB ID: 308529 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocn191267452 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocn191501313 Shaw, R.R. American Bibliography, 32972 AAS General Catalog URL: http://catalog.mwa.org/vwebv/holdingsInfo?bibId=308529 <a href="https://gigi.mwa.org/imagearchive/fileName/308529_" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">View larger image</a> Title A name given to the resource Truxton's victory: or Brave Yankee boys Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1814 Spatial Coverage Spatial characteristics of the resource. Boston. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Coverly, Nathaniel, 1775?-1824, printer. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Come all you Yankee sailors with swords and pikes advance. Subject The topic of the resource Truxtun, Thomas, 1755-1822 United States history Sailors Naval battles Insurgent (Frigate) Constellation (Frigate) Ships West Indies, British Saint Kitts Description An account of the resource The ballad on this broadside is about Truxton’s naval victory. This broadside has one woodcut and one ornament. Thomas Truxtun’s victory over L’Insurgente in 1799 was celebrated in several songs that described the action, two of them in the Thomas collection (see also <a>Truxton’s Victory</a>). Curiously, these songs, which appeared in two songsters between 1814 and 1815, all spell his name “Truxton” (R. Keller). A third text was released in sheet music form—a song by Susannah Rowson to the tune of “Hearts of Oak.” The Rowson song also echoes the phrase “conquer or die,” which the author of this broadside text suggests Truxtun said to his men as the ships engaged. Thomas Truxtun (1755-1822) was born near Hempstead, Long Island, and went to sea at the age of twelve in the London merchant trade. By the age of twenty he was captain of his own ship. He entered the privateer service and came out of the Revolutionary War with a considerable reputation. Settling in Philadelphia, he helped with the building of Constellation and sailed on her first cruise in 1798 as captain. It was on this cruise that he met and defeated L’Insurgente, the incident described on this broadside. The author of this text seems to have been an eyewitness or had access to someone who was, for he displays considerable accuracy of detail, insofar as we know it today (Martin, letter). And he wrote very soon after the event, because the last verse certainly suggests that Washington, who died in December 1799, is still alive. This variant copy includes a verse that is not in the Thomas exemplar, a verse that is needed to explain why the ship “pursu’d the chase.” In verse 5 L’Insurgente responded to the orange and blue signal flags (verse 4) by retreating. They answer’d our signals by quickly turning tail, The sansculottes affrighted, prepared a press of sail, While our Commander Charley cries That ship this day must be a prize To brave Yankee boys. Commander Martin describes the action: <blockquote> The battle between Constellation (38 guns, Captain Thomas Truxtun) and L’Insurgente (40 guns, Captain Michel Pierre Barreaut) was the first frigate action of the new United States Navy. Fought in early 1799, it pitted a very heavily armed American bent on victory against a more lightly armed Frenchman whose orders inclined him to seek to avoid battle. When contact was made, about noon on February ninth some fifteen miles east northeast of Nevis Island in the Lesser Antilles, Truxtun immediately went in chase. After about two hours, the two ships were struck by a sudden squall. The larger American withstood it with but the loss of a studding sail boom, but the Frenchman had his main topmast carried away, and so was partially crippled. Closing rapidly to windward, Truxtun realized that the continued high wind would cause him trouble firing his guns to leeward, and so gave up the usually preferred position to swing across the Frenchman’s stem and attack him from leeward with his guns clear of the sea. At three-fifteen, Constellation’s opening broadside, aimed low, was devastating. L’Insurgente’s hull was badly battered and dozens of Frenchmen were struck. In accordance with French practice, the return fire was aimed high to wreck sails and rigging and render their foe immobile, and, while damaging, was not crippling. Truxtun retained the maneuvering advantage, even twice raking his opponent from ahead, before Barreaut finally hauled down his colors about an hour after the first shot. French dead and wounded numbered seventy; Americans, five (none dead, one mortally wounded, and one executed for attempting to desert his gun). Truxtun sailed his wounded ship and his prize to St. Kitts, where he arranged with the British governor to confine his French POWs until an exchange could be arranged. Upon his return to the United States with the two ships, Thomas Truxtun became the first officer of the new Navy to be awarded a gold medal. In February 1800, he fought another French frigate, Le Vengeance, in a vicious engagement that left both combatants adrift and unable to continue the fight. Because his opponent was larger, and because he brought his ship home, Truxtun was again considered the victor by his fellow Americans. In the meantime, his earlier conquest had been taken into the Navy as the Insurgent, but was lost with all hands in a hurricane in September 1800. </blockquote> The language is in the popular idiom—rhymes are approximate and descriptions are direct and vivid. The poem is in a very specific structure with lines of 13, 13, 8, 8, 8, 5 syllables and a burden “brave Yankee Boys.” We have not located any music with this burden. “British Tars” is the indicated tune for the text as it appears in the Federal Songster (27-29). There are several English song sheets with this title, but they do not scan with these lyrics (R. Keller; Schnapper 1114). Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="/thomasballads/teibp/content/308529_BP.xml">View transcription using TEI</a> Ballad https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/7723677a5404deb76f0f5a3a0ae0d72c.tif b1d9e089b536ea8cf40849f2b54526c0 https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/b4e296e483d13426a3fafd57413dbcdf.xml 1e9c57db2b1405f25fa45aaf0e248d93 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Physical Dimensions The actual physical size of the original image. 43 x 27 cm. Text Any textual data included in the document. THOU SHALT DO NO MURDER. ON THURSDAY, DECEMBER 16, SENTENCE OF DEATH WAS PASSED IN A MOST SOLEMN AND IMPRESSIVE MANNER, BY THE HON. JUDGE SEWALL, UPON LIVERMORE AND ANGIER, AFTER A CONVICTION OF THE MURDER OF NICHOLAS JOHN CRUAY, AN INDIAN, ON THE NIGHT OF THE 23D. NOVEMBER.NATHANIEL COVERLY BOSTON 1813 BIB Id 308248 " My Son, if sinners entice thee, con- sent thou not: If they say, come with us, let us lay wait for blood; walk not thou in the way with them, refrain thy foot from their path, for their feet run to evil, and make haste to shed blood. SCARECELY has a year elapsed since we were summoned to wit- ness the awful end of Tully, who suf- fered an ignominious death for the same horrid crime for which two un- happy beings now stand under sen- tence of death by the law. Yet how- ever abandoned the wretch, (as he must be) who perpetrates so foul a deed, they are still mortals, and ema- nate from the same divine power as other of their fellow creatures, conse- quently the mind is absorbed in sym- pathy, for their fallen state, and all hearts are raised in prayer, to the be- nign Saviour of the world that they may not be " doomed to the everlast- ing wrath to come." But while we deplore the dreadful fate which await those miserable culprits; while it in- spires us with a due reverence for the law, which inflicts the just punishment, it should serve as a strong admonition, and impressive lesson to deter others not only from the wicked deed, but from the first steps of sin and wicked- ness, which leads to desperate deeds of murder. It seldom, if ever occurs, that man begins a life of wickedness with any great atrocities at the setting out; but is led insensibly step by step, from venial to crimes of greater mag- nitude, till he reaches the pinnacle of destruction, and then looks back when too late upon the precipices surmount- ed, from which declivity he would at first have shrunk appalled, at the idea of gaining it at one bold reach. These poor unhappy men were insti- gated to this foul deed, from the idea they were killing an INDIAN; which to their perverted minds was doing God justice! Oh, that they had reflect- ted, that a savage is the creature of the Creator, born of the human race, his life at the disposal of the Deity alone! and that perhaps in the bosom of an Indian reigns as much love of God, as in that of a civilized christian. Oh, ye poor deluded men, were ye not concious of breaking one of the most sacred commandments? did ye forget the eye of Omnipotence dwelt upon ye? that if even you had escaped your ignominious punishment in this world, the "Great King of Kings sits upon his throne," to judge and con- demn you hereafter? what expiation can be offered for your high offence? none but one, even "Him who offered himself a ransom for all, who came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentence." Oh that ye may repent in due sea- son, that our blessed Saviour may pray for you to his heavenly Father, and if possible that your crime may be wash- ed away. But MAN cannot promise this, ye cannot promise it to yourselves, yet still one duty remains for you, that you pray without ceasing the short time ye have to live; that God would wash clean your hearts, and purify that which is impure, that you may yet find saving grace in his sight." Are your eyes, unhappy men, yet open? then view this stop of your ca- reer as an act of God. Had you gone on unpunished for this desperate act you would in all probability have pro- ceeded farther, and perpetrated deeds more numerous: your escape from punishment for this enormous offence would have darkened your eyes, even to blindness, and you would have vain- ly believed to go undetected would hide your crime forever, and this would lead you to a repetition, with the false hope of concealment, 'till your crimes had become as numerous as the days that you tell! but it has pleased the allwise Creator to arrest you in your progress, that your sins might be les- sened through deprivation of life. Ye are both young. Does it not haunt your pillow, that you were born in this world of light, and religion, for the purpose of cherishing your fellow creatures, and to do all the good in your power; to the practice of which, have ye not had the light of the gos- pel open to your view, inculcated by your parents, and by the ministers of that divine work? Have you hitherto observed the precepts there laid down by our blessed Saviour, and his in- spired apostles, "Whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, do ye also unto them." Your hearts will tell you, you have not, had you so done, your present fate would not await you. Still you are not to despair, for God hath mercy on the vilest sinner, who sin- cerely repents; and if the prayers of men avail ought, you will have them abundantly offered up to the "throne of grace," by all good men who have charity for, and feel with your surviv- ing friends the touch of pity and com- passion. It is sincerely hoped by the writer of this, that the example of punish- ment about to be inflicted upon these unfortunate men, may inculcate a seri- ous lesson to youth, and indeed to all those, who walk in the ways of dark- ness; let them reflect, that it is not yet too late with them (as it is with those who are now about to be launched into eternity) to turn from their ways and repent; and never to lose sight of this divine lesson, to "do justice love mercy, and walk humbly with their God." BEHOLD two youths, of years but few, Within the bar arraign'd, Convicted, sentenc'd, by the laws, For blood their hands have stain'd. Observe the crowd, observe it well, To view this dreadful scene, It is a warning, to all youth, To spurn the paths of sin. Had these poor men, but learn'd to love, The Lord with all their heart, They wou'd not thus untimely be, Sad victims of "Death's dart." And they the scriptures arch'd sincere, And look'd up to their Lord, A blessing to their parents, then, A sure and sweet reward. Had they observed the golden rule, By our dear Lord laid down, Peace had been theirs, and glory too, Far dearer than a crown. Forgetful of those precepts grave, They chose the road not strait. Narrow the way, and few come in, Unto the heavenly gate. But broad the way, and crooked too, The road that leads to sin. Many there are, who reach the gate, Where sinners are let in. Take.warning all ye youth who see, Their sad, and dismal end. "Learn to be wise, by others harm," And happy days you'll spend. Learn well to shun the steps of those, Who walk through sinful ways, Mark but the progress of such men, Who live but half their days. Attend the church devout and strict, God's holy word observe; Worship the Lord with all thy soul, Adore him, every nerve. Peace and good will, observe to man, Nor let thy anger rise, "Vengeance is mine, the Lord doth cry, In echo from the skies. And now poor victims to thy fate, To you we bid adieu, May Christ in his great mercy seat, Bestow one thought on you. Thy friends on earth, whom thou hast left, You leave to God's kind care, Parent or child, of you b ret , Will find a parent there. May God in his Almighty power, Heal up the wound 'thous't given, Within the breast of kindred dear, Whose cries do reach to heav'n. Once more adieu poor hapless meu, Our prayers we send on high, Great God withhold thy anger when Their spirits reach the sky. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context BIB ID: 308248 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocm58785124 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocn191501060 AAS General Catalog URL: http://catalog.mwa.org/vwebv/holdingsInfo?bibId=308248 <a href="https://gigi.mwa.org/imagearchive/fileName/308248_" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">View larger image</a> Title A name given to the resource Thou shalt do no murder. On Thursday, December 16, sentence of death was passed in a most solemn and impressive manner, by the Hon. Judge Sewall, upon Livermore and Angier, after a conviction of the murder of Nicholas John Cruay [i.e., Crevay], an Indian, on the night of the 23d. November Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1813 Spatial Coverage Spatial characteristics of the resource. Boston. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Coverly, Nathaniel, 1775?-1824, printer. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Behold two youths, of years but few. Subject The topic of the resource Livermore, Alpheus Angier, Samuel Indians of North America Crime Murder Sin Execution sermons Judgment of God in literature Christianity Description An account of the resource The ballads on this broadside are about murder and crime. This broadside has two woodcuts. Thou Shalt Do No Murder is the second of two broadsides printed about the murder of an Indian named Nicholas John Cruay (Crevay) and his wife, by two men who were then sentenced to death. This broadside is larger than the first, <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/271">Boston, December 18, 1813</a>, and the text of the sermon may have been written by a clergyman. The title is integral to the design rather than just added to the top, and it is amplified by the details of the sentence. The italic text is selected from Proverbs 1, verses 10-11 and 15-16. The essay refers back to the Samuel Tully hanging (see <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/330">A Copy of a Letter from Samuel Tully</a>) and reviews the facts of another such sentence that is to be inflicted. Beneath are nine verses in ballad meter selected from the much longer version on <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/271">Boston, December 18, 1813</a>. Here only verses 1-11 and 21-24 are printed. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/teibp/content/308248_BP.xml">View transcription using TEI</a> Ballad