1 10 805 https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/349ca4516791b9fe680bc4eaee60e27e.TIF 1bf087e540fc29349edf1ea906f49c61 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/. Title A name given to the resource <a href="298975">The History and adventures of Little William, a companion to Little Eliza; : illustrated with a series of elegant figures. ; [Twelve lines of verse, preceded by caption: William at home with his parents]</a> Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Printed and sold by William Charles, and may be had of all the booksellers. J. Bioren, printer., Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1815 Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context BIB ID 298975 https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/af4e10d9a19a08e97a465fb7ad1c32b6.tif 706ef5367ba5aef0e9b4e5814948fb5a https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/f180bc00d0d8b4f6047afb94b238dc0c.xml 8fa969d4386f4d72c33300df54c2c5e7 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. THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD. BEING a true relation of the inhuman murder of two children, of a deceased gentleman of Norfolk, (Eng) whom he left to the care of his brother; but this wicked uncle, in order to get the children's estate, contrived to have them destroy- ed by two ruffians whom he hired for that purpose; with an heavy account of the judgments of GOD which befel him for this inhuman deed, & of the untimely end of the two bloody ruffians: to which is added a word of advice to executors.N. Coverly corner of Theatre-Alley, Milk-st. Boston. 1810-1814 BIB Id 275223 Now ponder well you parents dear, These words which I do write, A doleful story you shall hear, In time brought forth to light. A gentleman of good account, In Norfolk liv'd of late, Whose fame and credit did surmount Most men of his estate. So sick he was and like to die, No help he then could have; His wife by him as sick did lie, And both possess one grave. No love between these two was lost, Each was to other kind; In love they liv'd in love they dy'd, And left two babes behind. The one a fine and pretty boy, Not passing three years old; The other a girl more young than he And made of beauteous mould. The father left his little son, As plainly doth appear, When he to perfect age should come, Three hundred pounds a year. And to his little daughter Jane, Two hundred pounds in gold, For to be paid on marriage day, Which might not be controul'd. But if these children chanc'd to die, E're they to age did come, The uncle should possess the wealth, For so the will did run. Now brother, said the dying man, Look to my children dear, Be good unto my boy and girl, No friend else have I here. To GOD and you I do commend My children night and day; A little while besure we have, Within this world to stay. You must be father, mother both, And uncle all in one, GOD knows what will become of them, When I am dead and gone. With that bespoke the mother dear, O brother kind, quoth she, You are the man must bring my babes To wealth or misery. If you do keep them carefully, Then GOD you will reward; If otherwise you seem to deal, GOD will your deeds regard. With lips as cold as any stone, She kiss'd her children small; GOD bless you both my children dear! With that the tears did fall. These speeches-then the brother spoke, To the sick couple there; The keeping of your children dear, Sweet sister, never fear. GOD never prosper me nor mine, Nor ought else that I have, If I do wrong your children dear, When you are laid in grave. The parents being dead and gone, The children home he takes, And brings them home unto his house, And much of them he makes. He had not kept these pretty babes A twelvemonth and a day, But for their wealth he did devise To make them both away. He bargain'd with two ruffians rude, Who were of furious mood, That they should take the children young And slay them in a wood. And told his wife and all he had, He did those children send, To be brought up in fair London, With one that was his friend. Away then went these pretty babes, Rejoicing at the tide, And smiling with a merry mind, They on cock-horse should ride. They prate and prattle pleasantly, As they rode on the way, To them that should their butchers be, And work their lives decay. So that the pretty speech they had, Made murderers hearts relent, And they that took the deed to do, Full sore they did repent. Yet one of them more hard of heart, Did vow to do his charge, Because the wretch that hired him, Had paid him very large. The other would not agree thereto, So here they fell at strife, With one another they did fight, About the children's life. And he that was of mildest mood, Did slay the other there; Within an unfrequented wood, Where babes do quake for fear. He took the children by the hand, When tears stood in their eye, And bid them come and go with him, And see they did not cry. And two long miles he led them thus, While they for bread complain, Stay here, quoth he, I'll bring you bread, When I do come again. These pretty babes with hand in hand, Went wand'ring up and down, But ne'er more they saw the man Approaching from the town. Their pretty lips with black-berries Were all besmear'd and dy'd; But when they saw the darksome night, They sat them down and cry'd. Thus wander'd those two little babes, Till death did end their grief; In one another's arms they died, As babes wanting relief. No burial these pretty babes Of any man receives; But robin red-breast painfully, Doth cover them with leaves And now the heavy wrath of God. Upon the uncle fell: Yea, fearful fiends did haunt his house, His concience felt an hell. His barns were fir'd, his goods consum'd, His lands were barren made, His cattle dy'd within the field, And nothing with him staid. And in a voyage to Portugal, Two of his sons did die; And to conclude, himself was brought Unto much misery. He pawn'd and morgag'd all his lands, E're seven years came about, And now at length this wicked act, By this means did come out: The fellow that did take in hand These children for to kill Was for a robbery judg'd to die As was GOD'S blessed will. Who did confess the very truth, That is herein express'd; The uncle dy'd, where he for debt, Did in the prison rest. A Word of Advice to Executors. ALL you who be Executors made, And Overseers eke, Of children that be fatherless, And infants mild and meek. Take you example by this thing And yield to each his right; Lest GOD by such like misery, Your wicked deeds require. 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: 275223 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocm80353134 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocn191455381 Ford, W.C. Thomas ballads, 43 AAS General Catalog URL: http://catalog.mwa.org/vwebv/holdingsInfo?bibId=275223 <a href="https://gigi.mwa.org/imagearchive/filename/275223_" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">View larger image</a> Title A name given to the resource The Children in the wood. Being a true relation of the inhuman murder of two children ... Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1810-1814 Spatial Coverage Spatial characteristics of the resource. Boston. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Coverly, Nathaniel, 1775?-1824, bookseller. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Now ponder well you parents dear. Subject The topic of the resource Infanticide Murder Death Children Child abuse in literature Description An account of the resource The ballad on this broadside is about the murder of two children. This broadside has two woodcuts. “The Children in the Wood” is among the most stable and tenacious of its kind. It was first licensed in 1595 and was printed widely in broadsides, chapbooks, and slip songs, occasionally titled “Babes in the Wood(s)” (Simpson 103-5). It was parodied in The Beggar’s Opera (1728) when Polly used the tune and opening words of the song to gain immediate sympathy from the audience as the victim of abusive relatives. The tune generally known as “Now Ponder Well,” from the opening line of the old ballad, is sometimes confused with “<a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/282">Chevy Chase</a>.” The two tunes scan the same, and texts will fit either. Perhaps spurred by the beginning of the romantic era, the ballad saw a surge of popularity in print at the end of the eighteenth century and in the first decades of the following century. Not only was the ballad itself printed in a number of forms, but adaptations as “instructive tales” by Richard Johnson and Clara English were also widely printed well into the nineteenth century (Hermit; Porter and Graziano 77-95). The text appeared in two songsters between 1803 and 1805 (R. Keller). Samuel Arnold’s opera The Children in the Wood (1793), which is based on the ballad, was particularly popular in the early nineteenth century. Its first performance in America came less than a year after its debut in London, and from 1801 to 1815 it enjoyed seventeen recorded performances in Boston alone, and undoubtedly many more for which the bills and announcements have not survived. A high point of the show comes in the final scene. Josephine says “I’ll sing you what I bought of the old blind pedlar who passed by this morning—It’s intitled and called, the Norfolk Tragedy, shewing how a ghost of a murdered babe. . . .” Josephine’s singing brings Walter into a panic, raising the suspense of the finale. In London the ballad was given only a bass line, following William Shield’s insistence that a simple natural melody should not be accompanied with an artful harmony. In the United States, theatrical performers sang the ballad without accompaniment (Porter, With an Air 70). Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/teibp/content/275223_BP.xml">View transcription using TEI</a> Ballad https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/05c13782a7c887c5023d66ad29189b04.tif 8e3a7a0828529a27defee306b5e5cc8c https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/2b022670c56d95798627a2dff27e6d3f.xml 1b0b9be88a230979db27d0a4347008b7 https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/cf1a4a8144477445111be93a071fede7.mp3 eb387c157b754af3b846211a75309c44 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/. Description An account of the resource  Click below to hear the full ballad performed by <a href="https://www.colonialmusic.org/">David Hildebrand</a>. 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. 28 x 22 cm. Text Any textual data included in the document. THE HOBBIES.N. COVERLY corner of Theatre-alley, Milk-street, Boston. 1810-1814 BIB Id 290211 The Hobbies. ATTENTION pray give, while of Hobbies I sing; For each has his hobby from cobler to king: On some fav'rite hobby we all get astride, And when we'er once mounted full gallop we ride. All on hobbies, All on hobbies, All on hobbies-Gee up, ge O. Some hobbies are restive and hard for to govern, E'en just like our wives, they're so cursedly stubborn; The hobbies of scolds are their husbands to teaze, And the hobbies of lawyers are plenty of fees. All on hobbies, &c. The boux, those sweet gentlemen's hobbies, good lack! Is to wear large poultices ty'd round their neck; And they think in the ton and the tippy they're drest, If they've breeches that reach from the ancles to chest. All on hobbies, &c. The hobbies of sailors when safe moor'd the port, With their wives & their sweethearts to toy & to sport, When our navy's completed, their hobby shall be To show the whole world that America's free. All on hobbies, &c. The hobbies of Soldiers, in time of great wars, Are breaches and battles, with blood wounds and scars; But in peace you'll observe that quite diff'rent the trade is- The hobbies of Soldiers in peace, are the ladies. All on hobbies, &c. The Ladies, sweet creatures, yes, they now and then Get astride of their hobbies, aye, just like the men; With smiles and with simpers beguile us with ease; And we gallop, trot, amble e'en just as they please, All on hobbies, &c. The American's hobby has long since been known; No tyrant or king shall from them have a throne, Their states are united-and let it be said, Their hobby is WASHINGTON, peace and free trade. All on hobbies, &c. 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: 290211 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocm79833522 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocn191471887 Ford, W.C. Thomas ballads, 115 AAS General Catalog URL: http://catalog.mwa.org/vwebv/holdingsInfo?bibId=290211 <a href="https://gigi.mwa.org/imagearchive/fileName/290211_" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">View larger image</a> Title A name given to the resource The hobbies Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1810-1814 Spatial Coverage Spatial characteristics of the resource. Boston. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Coverly, Nathaniel, 1775?-1824, bookseller. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Attention pray give, while of hobbies I sing. Subject The topic of the resource Hobbies Social satire Parody Description An account of the resource The ballad on this broadside is about hobbies. This broadside has three woodcuts. The Hobbies is the only broadside in the Thomas collection set in italic type. Coverly may have had most of his regular type tied up in a pamphlet. He even had to use an old long s type for his imprint line. According to an early printing, this song was “written and sung [in July 1797] by Mr. [John Brown] Williamson at the Hey Market Theatre, Boston, with universal applause” (Porter, With an Air 10-11; Sonneck, Bibliography 189; Wolfe, “Secular Music” #3879-80). The lyric is a satire on society, but ends with a dramatic appeal for free trade. The tune to which it was set is a song called, “Ge ho Dobbin,” a lusty text with overtly sexual lyrics. Williamson’s lyrics make direct references to the older text, but the sexual overtones are no longer present. Interestingly, the early connotation of “Ge ho Dobbin” does not seem to have lasted because it was used for temperance songs and political parodies, such as “Up Salt River,” into the 1840s. The Hobbies appeared in forty-nine songsters between 1797 and 1820 (R. Keller, Early American Songsters). Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/teibp/content/290211_BP.xml">View transcription using TEI</a> Ballad https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/a29bb55a500e728f1c10f1269ae7b7e7.tif 330718dccb5e9bb973b73f017c32ccbd https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/9f60dfffb3687586649c7f1a2d7d7d6b.xml 4180e28acdbebb5f30fb5c5dd781ef98 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. 47 x 30 cm. Text Any textual data included in the document. MURDER: DEATH OF MISS MACK COY AND THE YOUNG TEEZER Published by NATHANIEL COVERLY Corner of Theater-Alley, BOSTON BIB Id 305038 On the Death of Miss. Elizabeth Mack Coy, of Lee, (N.H.) who was cruelly, murdered it is expected, towards the end of August, 1813 : and on the deaths of Capt. Dobson, Lieut. Johnson, sailing master Merril, prize Master Allen, and twenty five others, killed by a dreadful explosion on board a privateer called the Young Teazer : Fire having been conveyed to the Magazine it is expect- ed, by this Johnson, who it is likely would have been hanged, had he not killed himself. Written by J.PLUMMER, traveling preacher. HYMN. ALMIGHTY GOD what shocking crimes, Prevail in these disatrious times ! How little are thy precepts priz'd, How much thy gospel is despis'd ; How few are careful hell to shun, And in the narrow way to run : Alas how many from thee stray, To get in hell eternal pay. How much poor widows are distress'd, How much the fatherless are oppress'd ; How many virgins are beguil'd, Deciev'd, ruin'd, and defil'd, In spite of whipping posts and jails, What awful cheating now prevails, While fools perhaps with pleasure stray, Nor think in hell to get their pay. As in the way to hell men run, What horrid murder too are done, Upon this highly blessed shore, How has a girl roll'd in her gore, And been most awfully misus'd. Choaked, and pounded, and abus'd, And even kill'd to end the fray, And get in hell eternal pay. Another fellow lacking grace, A villain mean, and scoundrel base, With sin and folly sadly fill'd, Himself and others too has kill'd ; Besides himself, full twenty eight Met with a quick and dreadful fate , How did the monster from thee stray, To get in hell eternal pay. But still my dearest, let it please, Thy majesty to rule the seas, And well thy power to maintain, Do over earth and heaven reign. Let joy and happiness prevail, While those that love thee never fail : And those that from thee always stray Receive the wages thou wilt pay. N.B. I am not certain that this Johnson is a murderer, but I think it highly probably that he is, and have written accordingly. SERMON. The first part of the last verse, in the sixth chap- ter of Romans, "FOR THE WAGES OF SIN IS DEATH." It is highly proper not to consider what sin is, but in some measure what wages are given to peo- ple who commit it, and what reward they may ex- pect, for their shameful labor, in order that every man and woman in the world, may have an ample chance to consider seriously, whether for such a reward, they are willing to be such vile and abomi- nable persons. It may be proper therefore to consider that the offspring of Adam, while they voluntarily continue in an open and full course of sin, in this life are la- boring, although, few if any of them know it, as it were to exalt the devil, to ruin themselves for time and for eternity, and to dethrone the eternal Jeho- vah. For what but this, do they become envious persons, slanderers, liars, fornicators, adulterers, Sodomites, uncivil people, knaves hypocrites, de- ceivers, drunkards, thieves, murderers, What but these things, do they perform any, or all the work of the devil for ? What faithful and true preacher, has ever told them that their wages will be better, or their reward, one more to be desired ? It may be proper in the next place to consider, impenitent sinners are entitled to an endless com- pensation : to continual want of peace, and the incessant curse of God in this life, although through the grace of the Highest, his curses are here blend- ed, with much mercy : and to endless tortures in coming worlds. The souls of sinners as well as of saints, it is likely are the sensation of the human bodies, smelling and tasting excepted, existing in human shape, and as a spiritual substance, even as Moses and Alias, or Elijah existed when they appeared to our Saviour and others on a mountain. In these they will probably be so far from forgetting all they knew in this world, that they will remember many things, and especial- ly many of their sins more perfectly, than they did here. With this new qualification for misery to- gether with a full conviction that their misery will be eternal, they will probably be forced with un- speakable grief to hell, and be constantly receiving the pay of sin, till the solemn, the majestic resur- rection morning : and then come to animate their bodies newly raised from the dead, to go with their father the devil, to the midst of a lake of fire and brimstone. In this abode of grief they will probably have no joys, and ten millions times ten millions, of millions, of troubles and woes. At such a place, in such dismal circumstances, what can such a vile, and abominable parcel of ignorant, ill bred, unpo- lite, and unmerciful fools expect. What ray of hope can they ever muster, even in the plentitude of their folly, that God is a liar, and that their wages of eternal death, will not constantly and punctually be paid to them, as long as he is able to reward them according to their deeds ? Ah cautious reader should you like to be in hell with such a shameful pack, and suffer eternally with such a groupe of underwitted paltroons ? If you wish to be such a hideous monster, only continue in the service of Satan the remainder of your life, and die in your sins, and you will find your wages fully and constantly paid forever and ever, to you end- less grief and eternal confusion , but if you wish for the joys of heaven, deny yourself daily, and constantly take up your cross and follow christ remembering that the gift of God is eternal life, thro' that spotless, and transcendently and lovely Re- deemer. A little only of the wages of sin is paid, I ex- pect to transgressors in this world, for saints tarry here a little time only, and servants of Satan are, I expect, very many of them killed by an angry God, or left to die, on account of their sins, much sooner than they would have died, had they been his faith- ful servants. His Almighty arm is exerted against sinners, and the wages that he pays them, may be partly seen by men. For instance, a young wo- man, towards the end of August, 1813, named Eliz- abeth Mackoy of Lee, (N.H.) having got with child, it is expected by sinning against her Maker, was so far forsaken of him, that he permitted, it is expected, a base murderer, or some vile murderers, barbarously and inhumanely to kill her. She was shockingly mangled, being threshed, it is expected, with a large stake taken from a fence, so violently, that the stake was broken into three pieces, and her immortal soul, chased at about the age of thirty, into an endless eternity. Whether she was prepared for the joys of heaven or not, I did not know at the time I was writing this : but if she was not, it is likely that she is now sorry, that she had not been a sow, or a she-bear, a she-adder, or a female rattle-snake, instead of a young woman. O daughters of America, take warning by her fate. Do not as she has done, lest you should provoke the Highest, to send you in the bloom of youth, to the regions of endless woe and everlasting despair : and ah sons of this favor- ed land, be ever careful not to commit fornication, or any other sin that provokes to anger, the wisest of the wise, and the loveliest of the lovely ; lest you should induce him to cast you off forever and ever. A little before the death of Miss Mackoy, a man named Johnson, having been taken prisoner, and parolled by the port admiral of Halifax, it is expect- ed became a lieutenant without being exchanged, on board a New-York privateer, called the Young Teazer ; and being one day likely to be take again and carried to Halifax, and hung there, for a breach of his parole, went below with a pair of pistols, and contrived to set fire to the magazine. A dread- ful explosion ensued : and he and no less than 28 other persons, were either instantly killed or mor- tally wounded. It is said that "no murderer hath eternal life a- biding in him." If this is true, is it not highly pro- bable that this Johnson is now in hell ? Where in the universe could a more proper place be found, for such an attrocious villain ? Surely if he died an enemy to God he will not fail or receiving his wages. The spirit which leads and guides into all truth, may enable us perhaps to form some idea of his present situation. O my soul, what a hide- ous ugly looking monster, doth he now appear to be among devils and condemned people ? What in- expressible grief, what unspeakable anguish, what intollerable despair, now appears triumphant on his silly, ugly and contracted brow. O what keen despair, what unutterable distress, what undesrcibable agonies, are now visible in his whole deport- ment. But hearken, ah yes : let us hearken, let us listen a moment, and hear what is is that he is say- ing, in that dreadful voice, with his head so bowed down with grief, that his nose is eighteen inches too near his knees. O my immortal soul, what an af- fecting oration has he began to utter. We can never, O never, never, hear him put a final period to his lamentations ; but is not what he is saying a little like the following, viz : "O murders, shocking murders, murders, mur- ders. Alas, all the time of my probation on earth, I lived a poor ignorant benighted sinner, loving darkness rather than light, because my deeds were evil, I murdered my own soul and body, murdered twenty eight other persons, and crucified by my sins, the very Saviour who died for me, to put it in my power to escape the very woes I feel. O mur- der, horrid murders, murders, murders. Would to God I had sought him, while I might have found him and called on him while he was near. Would to God I had gone to Halifax, and been hung there, as such a villain ought to be hung. Would to God I had never been born ; or been born without eyes or ears or hands or feet, that I might not have been able to sin in such way, as I have transgressed in.-- Would to God Almighty, that I had been made a rat or a mouse, a musqueto or a maggot, instead of being made a man. Would to God Almighty that the Saviour had not died for me, and that I had been made at first as some bling guides wickedly teach that many are, for the very purpose being dam- ned, without ever having it in my power to escape such an awful fate." His present discourse courteous reader, perhaps is a little like this, but I must stop for want of room. May the Almighty enable and constrain you and me, to abstain from all sin, that we may never have the wages of eternal death to receive.-- Amen. N.B. Errors expected and excepted. SOLD corner Theatre-Alley, Milk-St. Boston 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: 305038 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocm79053667 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocn191496495 Shaw, R.R. American Bibliography, 29532 AAS General Catalog URL: http://catalog.mwa.org/vwebv/holdingsInfo?bibId=305038 <a href="https://gigi.mwa.org/imagearchive/fileName/305038_" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">View larger image</a> Title A name given to the resource Murder: death of Miss Mack Coy [i.e., McCoy], and the Young Teazer. On the death of Miss Elizabeth Mack Coy, of Lee, (N.H.) who was cruelly, murdered it is expected, towards the end of August, 1813: and on the deaths of Capt. Dobson, Lieut. Johnson, sailing master Merril, prize master Allen, and twenty five others, killed by a dreadful explosion on board a privateer called the Young Teazer: fire having been conveyed to the magazine it is expected, by this Johnson, who it is likely would have been hanged, had he not killed himself. Written by J. Plummer, travelling preacher 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, bookseller. Subject The topic of the resource Murder New Hampshire Nova Scotia Sin Young Teazer (Privateer) Death African Americans Description An account of the resource The ballad on this broadside is about murder and death. This broadside has two woodcuts and one ornament. On the subject of Jonathan Plummer (1761-1819) of Newburyport, Massachusetts, Ola Winslow comments that broadside history would certainly lose much of its sprightliness without the contribution of this loose-tongued fanatic, but to his fellow citizens in Newburyport he must have been a supreme nuisance in his day. (xxv) Although he was considered “mentally weak,” his memory was good and he was given a common school education. Unable to work, Plummer sold pins, needles, and other small wares, as well as books, pamphlets, and his own works printed on broadsides such as this one, from a basket that he carried around town. Calling himself a “travelling preacher, physician, poet, and trader,” he would recite selections of prose and poetry in the market place in Newburyport (J. Currier 2:431-38; D. Williams 149-72; D. Tanner 405-12). Plummer produced over forty broadsides with his lyrics and sermons inspired by local events and local personalities. Plummer probably read of these two events in local newspapers. On August 31, 1813, the body of Miss Elizabeth M’Coy was found in a river in the town of Nottingham, New Hampshire, “mangled in the most shocking manner.” David Rundlet Jr. (or Runlet) was indicted, tried, and acquitted of the crime in December, “though circumstances left little doubt of his guilt” (Haverhill [MA] Merrimack Intelligencer, September 4, 1813; [Concord] New-Hampshire Patriot, December 7, 1813; [Keene] New-Hampshire Sentinel, December 25, 1813). The destruction of the New York privateer Young Teazer off Nova Scotia on June 27, 1813, survived as a myth and ghost story. Captained by W. B. Dobson,Young Teazer’s brief career as a privateer began in May 1813 with great success. The first rumor of her destruction off Halifax by Lieutenant Frederick Johnson, a member of the crew who feared being captured by the English, appeared in the Charleston City Gazette, on July 23, 1813. By July 27 it was confirmed in several other papers. The brief but dramatic tale took Plummer’s fancy. The Thomas print of this Plummer sheet does not carry Coverly’s name, only his sales address: “Sold corner Theatre-Alley, Milk-St. Boston.” Another edition at AAS (1813) with the same row of coffins is marked “printed for the Author and sold by him at his Basket.” This was Plummer’s preferred imprint, regardless of who printed his words. The dramatic illustration Coverly chose for this piece is curious—it is the final cut in the story of The Prodigal Daughter, showing her miraculous return to life, hardly appropriate for these two tales of horror. Plummer’s broadsides have a common pattern: an introduction, a verse, and then a “Sermon.” The verse may be called a hymn, song, psalm, elegy, or ode. It is usually in common meter with eight-line verses that could be sung to any common meter tune with four or eight strains. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="/thomasballads/teibp/content/305038_BP.xml">View transcription using TEI</a> Ballad https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/3d085d56b3b5f6e1d6d26f3ade57d39d.tif a57ecce0988935bcb3d61a069725b6aa https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/baca552f8621093dc13534443980e398.xml b89fa030922ae204fbaf210d617669e8 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. 28 x 23 cm. Text Any textual data included in the document. THE SEDITION ACT.Nathaniel Coverly, jun. corner of Theatre-alley, Milk-street, Boston 1811 BIB Id 306656 WHEN morning first blush'd illum'd in the east, I haste to my daily employment; I grub all the day, while the well-born can feast, Tho' they can afford the enjoyment. Our rulers can feast on six dollars per day, The poor must be taxed their extortion to pay; And if we do against them any thing say, They will trump a bill of sedition. When Britain first levied a duty on tea, I thought it no very great matter; But those who into a mill-stone could see, Opposed it with wonderous clatter. They told me, that I for my country must fight, Or Britain would strip us of freedom and right; And even our clergy do take a delight, In sowing the seed of sedition. They fir'd me with courage, I flew to the field, And joined with my musket the army; Determining to perish before I did yield, The wrongs of my country warn'd me. At the walls of Quebeck I bled in the war, Portsmouth and Yorktown, each left me a scar, And now if our rulers, I say act unfair, In Jail I must lie for sedition. When peace the green olive spread o'er the plain, Our armies began their disbanding; The array I view'd as the end of my pain, My heart fill'd with joy was expanding. But soon I discovered my fate so severe, And for my long service no cash did appear; But with a furlow-homeward I must steer, For there was no time for sedition. A paper they gave me where on was express'd, Very fairly the sum that they ow'd me; My children fell sick, and my wife was distress'd, No money, a farthing, they bestowed me. Distresses too keen, to admit of delay, Compell'd me to sell of my certify'd pay; At two pence per shilling, but frankly I say, I had not a thought of sedition. Our firm Constitution, our pride and our boast, Being left at the people's election; The adopters I gain'd with the thought of a post, I viewed it the pink of protection. Then judge my intent when Congress had sat, Our rulers had fund'd our national debt, By robbing the soldiers of what they could get, I then was afraid of sedition. Oft' times have I tho't with a sigh at my heart, What a fool was the poor man for fighting; If tyrants will quarrel must we take their part, In murder and carnage delighting. But they will discover before it be long, While they are fighting, they fight for a song; Our knaves they quarrel and make themselves strong, By the help of a bill of sedition. The bill of sedition, and alien law, Are aim'd at the vitals of freedom; Contriv'd by a party, the people at awe The good of our States did not need them. But it is in our blessed constitution declar'd, From printing our thoughts, we should not be debar'd Nor the freedom of speech should remain unimprov'd, Now what do you think of sedition. The free men assemble at liberty's call, And to Congress send a petition; That the law, called Alien to nothing may fall, And also the bill of sedition. That federal extravagance shortly may cease, Our Naval expenses may never increase, Nor no standing army be suffer'd in peace, To stir up a war of sedition. SONGS (by the Gross, Dozen, or Single) constantly for Sale by Nathaniel Coverly, jun. corner of Theatre-alley, Milk-street, Boston, 1811. 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: 306656 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocm81698747 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocn191499166 AAS General Catalog URL: http://catalog.mwa.org/vwebv/holdingsInfo?bibId=306656 <a href="https://gigi.mwa.org/imagearchive/fileName/306656_" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">View larger image</a> Title A name given to the resource The Sedition act Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1811 Spatial Coverage Spatial characteristics of the resource. Boston. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Coverly, Nathaniel, 1775?-1824, bookseller. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. When morning first blush'd illum'd in the east. Subject The topic of the resource Alien and Sedition laws, 1798 Taxation Sedition War Debt Description An account of the resource The ballad on this broadside is about the Sedition Act. This broadside has three woodcuts. In 1798, when the frenzy over the impending war with France was at its peak, Congress passed several laws that gained John Adams’s administration the name “Federalist Reign of Terror,” a reference to the dark days in Paris after the fall of the Bastille. Of the Naturalization, Alien, and Sedition Acts, the Sedition Act, passed July 14, 1798, was the most oppressive of citizens’ personal liberties and freedom of the press. It imposed fines and called for imprisonment of anyone who wrote or said anything critical of the president or the government. It was one of the most unpopular moves of Adams’s Federalist administration. A number of persons, most of them Republican editors and printers, were convicted under the act. When Jefferson became president in 1801, he pardoned them all and the Democratic-Republican-controlled Congress restored the fines with interest. This Democratic-Republican lyric was published in the American Republican Harmonist (1803) as “The War-worn Soldier, Written Under the Reign of the Anglo-Federalism” (87-89). The Coverly copy is a close variant of this printing. The language is strong and knowledgeable, likely the work of a sophisticated political writer, not a common man. While the Sedition Act was not enforced after Jefferson took office in 1801, it was not repealed, determined to be a state right. The fact that Coverly reprinted this political song and dated it ten years after the act suggests that old political feelings were being aroused to fight new battles. Coverly welcomed customers from both camps in his shop. For him any business that came through his door was business he was interested in. He did not seem to care about political affiliation as he accepted work for his press and he evidently was not worried about trouble over what he printed from opposing parties. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/teibp/content/306656_BP.xml">View transcription using TEI</a> Ballad https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/146212df7b2f860c833ec121c2dcd124.tif f29d2be32ec9fc9490f19f7acbe9ba2d https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/8944dd141930d30d85802779b3a75df3.mp3 f3e8260d160674fce4e03c4800661e22 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/. Description An account of the resource Click below to hear 1776 version entitled "General Washington"    performed by <a href="https://www.colonialmusic.org/">David & Ginger Hildebrand</a> https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/0899a69507d0b0c6b70e168c60599e06.mp3 a6b7b18c579c3856c3184352ca8c1ff6 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/. Description An account of the resource Click below to hear selected verses of this ballad    performed by <a href="https://www.colonialmusic.org/">David and Ginger Hildebrand</a> https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/53e216fe96b6bf61bc95137b6a798cf0.xml 2ba4c4bea1928d5e537980313fa08ecf 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. AMERICAN TAXATION: A SONG OF SEVENTY-NINE.NATHANIEL COVERLY Milk-street Boston 1810-1814 BIB Id 272919 WHILE I rehearse my story, Americans give ear, Of Britain's fading glory you presently shall hear, I'll give a true relation, attend to what I say, Concerning the Taxation in North America. The cruel lords of Britain they glory in their shame, The project they have hit on they joyfully proclaim, 'Tis what they've striving after to take our rights away, To rob us of our charter in North America. There are two mighty speakers who rule in Parliament, Who always have been seekers some michief to invent, 'Twas North and Bute his father, this horrid plan did lay, A mighty tax to gather in North America. They search'd the gloomy regions of the infernal pit, To find amongst those regions one who excell'd in wit, To ask of him assistance to tell them how they may Subdue without resistance this North America. Old Satan, the arch traitor, resolv'd a voyage to make, Who rules sole navigator upon the burning lake, For the Britannic ocean he launches fast away, To land he had no notion in North America. He takes his seat in Britain, it was his sole intent, Great Georges throne to sit on and rule the Parliament, His comrads were pursuing a diabolic way For to complete the ruin of North America. They try'd the art of magic to bring their scheme about, At length the gloomy project was artfully found out, The plan was long indulg'd in a clandestine way, But lately was divulg'd in North America. These subtle arch combiners address'd the British court, All three were undersigners to this obscene report, There is a pleasant landscape that layeth far away, Beyond the wide Atlantic in North America. There is a wealthy people who sojourn in that land, Their churches all with steeples most delicately stand, Their houses like the lilly are painted red and gay, They flourish like the gilly in North America. Their land with milk and honey continually doth flow, The want of food and money they seldom ever know, They heap up golden treasure, they have no debts to pay, They spend their time in pleasure in North America. On turkey, fowl and fishes, most frequently they dine, With gold and silver dishes their tables always shine, They crown their feasts with butter, they eat and rise to play, In silks the ladies flutter in North America. With gold and silver laces they do themselves adorn, The ruby decks their faces refulgent as the morn, Wine sparkles in their glasses, they spend a happy day In merriment and dances in North America. Let not our suit affront you when we address your throne, O king this wealthy country, and subjects are your own, And you their lawful sovereign are, they truly must obey, You have a right to govern them in North America. O king you've heard the sequel of what we now prescribe, Is it not just and equal to tax this wealthy tribe? The question being ask'd, his Majesty did say, My subjects shall be taxed in North America. Invested with my warrants, my republicans shall go, The tenth of all their currents they shall on us bestow, If they indulge rebellion or from my precepts stray, I'll send my whole battallion to North America. I'll rally all my forces by water and by land, My light dragoons and horses shall go at my command, I'll burn both town and city, with smoke becloud the day, I'll shew no human pity in North America. Go on my hearty soldiers, you need no fear of ill, There is Hiveline and Rogers their functions will fulfil, They tell such ample stories, believe them sure we may, That one half will turn tories in North America. My gallant ships are ready to waft you o'er the flood, Then in my cause be steady which is supremely good, Go ravage, steal and plunder, and ours shall be the prey, They quickly will knock under in North America. The laws I have enacted I never will revoke, Altho' they are neglected, my fury to provoke, I will forbear to flatter, I rule with mighty sway, I take away the charter from North America. O George! you are distracted, by sad experience find, The laws you have enacted are of the blackest kind, I'll make a short digression and tell you by the way, We fear not your oppression in North America. Our fathers were distressed while in their native land, By tyrants were oppressed, as I do understand, For freedom and religion they were resolv'd to stray, And try the desert region of North America. If rightly I remember, this country to explore, They landed in November on Plymouth's desert shore, The savages were nettled, with fear they fled away, In peace our fathers settled this North America. We are their bold descendants, for liberty we'll fight, The claim to Independence we challenge as our right, 'Tis what kind heaven gave us, who then shall take away; Kind heaven too will save us in North America. We never will knock under, O George we do not fear, The rattling of your thunder nor lightning of your spear; Tho' rebels you declare us we are strangers to dismay, Therefore you cannot scare us in North America, To what you have commanded we never will consent, Altho' your troops are landed upon the continent, We'll take our swords and muskets and march in bright array, And drive the British rustics from North America. We have a bold commander who fears no sword or gun, A second Alexander, his name is Washington, His men are all collected and ready for the fray, To fight they are directed for North America. We've Green, and Gates, and Putnam, to manage in the field, A gallant train of footmen who rather die than yield, A noble band of Horsemen train'd in the martial way, For to augment our forces in North America. Proud George you are engaged all in a dirty cause, A cruel war have waged repugnant to all laws; Go tell the Savage nations you are crueller than they, To fight your own relations in North America. Ten millions you've demanded and twice ten millions more, Our riches you intended should pay the mighty score; Who now will stand your sponsor your charges to defray, For sure you cannot conquer this North America. I'll tell you George in metre if you'll attend a while, We've forced your Sir Peter from Sullivan's fair isle, At Monmouth town we gain'd the honors of the day, The victory obtain'd for North America. We truly were your betters hard by the Brandywine, We led him fast in fetters whose name was John Burgoyne, We'll make your Howes to tremble with terror and dismay, Free heroes we resemble in North America. Confusion to the tories that black infernal name, In which Great Britain glories forever to her shame, We'll send each foul revolter to smutty Africa, Or noose him in a halter in North America. A health to our brave footmen who handle sword and gun, To Warren, Gates and Putnam, and conquering Washington, Their fame is wrote in letters which never will decay, While sun and moon shall glitter in North America. Success unto the Congress of the United States, Who triumph in the conquests of Washington and Gates, To all both land and seamen who glory in the day When we shall all be freemen in North America. Success to Legislation, that rules with gentle hand, To trade and navigation by water and by land, May all with one opinion, our wholesome laws obey, Throughout the vast dominion of North America. 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: 272919 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocm31874998 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocn191452903 Ford, W.C. Thomas ballads, 8 Wegelin, O. Early American poetry, 1238 AAS General Catalog URL: http://catalog.mwa.org/vwebv/holdingsInfo?bibId=272919 <a href="https://gigi.mwa.org/imagearchive/filename/272919_" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">View larger image</a> Title A name given to the resource American taxation: a song of seventy-nine Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1810-1814 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. While I rehearse my story, Americans give ear. Subject The topic of the resource Taxation United States History Revolution, 1775-1783 England Patriotism Description An account of the resource The ballad on this broadside is about American taxation and the Revolution. While parts of this song might have been written in the 1760s when taxation was the major issue, this version of the text probably dates from 1779, as the subtitle suggests. It is a patriotic lyric created to pump up nationalism, and Coverly found a ready market for it, issuing a number of editions from the Milk Street shop. Several earlier editions from other printers had more detailed sub-titles. An issue from ca. 1798, when the XYZ affair strained relations with France, includes the following: This song was written when the trump of war sounded loud thro’ this happy land, during the Revolutionary War, and although peculiarly applicable to those times, it cannot but be received with approbation by those venerable patriots who achieved that revolution—and by all their brave descendants who now inhabit this free country—but let it be distinctly understood and remembered, that as we fought and conquered when Britain endeavored to enslave us, we will never consent to be enslaved by France, nor give up our free trade and commerce to any set of men. We were born free, and will never die slaves. Ten year later another issue, Humor of 1776. American Taxation (1808), appeared, also with an introduction. The following is among the many national songs which were composed during the revolutionary struggle of the American Patriots, for the laudable purpose of keeping alive the spirit of resistance, and to add nerves to the despondent. The native ingenuity which characterizes the biting sarcasms contained in this production, on the unjust, oppressive, and ignominious conduct of the then British administration, has rarely, if ever, been excelled. “What a pity ’tis,” as Uncle Toby would exclaim, that some bard should not, at this time, “uplift him from the lazy down,” and endeavor to do like justice to the conduct of our present administration. The conduct of the British government in 1774, as nearly resembles the policy of our present rulers, as the characters of the two governments will admit. They oppressed their own subjects—our government destroys the effects of the labor of our own citizens. The language of the text is straightforward, perhaps by a literate author with command over strong verbal imagery and knowledge of the history of the dispute with Britain.[1] However, Harold W. Thompson points out that the author’s history is not always correct, as Burgoyne was never “in fetters” and the victory at Brandywine went to the British (102). This stable text seems to have traveled chiefly on broadsides, with a few verses added and subtracted from printing to printing. It appeared in the Stevens-Douglass manuscript (44) and in the Forget Me Not songsters of 1835 and 1850 (55-62), and in two songsters, in 1811 and 1816 (R. Keller). When Lowell, Massachusetts, factory worker Miriam R. Green Kimball wrote the reminiscences of her childhood in the 1820s, she told a story about Uncle Peter, an aged resident of her native New Hampshire village. He had served in the Revolutionary War from Lexington to the disbanding of the army in 1783 and his dramatic performances awed his listeners. The evening . . . [was] generally concluded by Uncle Peter’s singing that capital song, the “American Taxation”. . . . In the performance of this, Uncle Peter seemed to be the very incarnation of music, sent down from the upper regions to bless the beings of earth. When he came to that part of the song where the “subtle arch combiners addressed the British court” [line 29] with regard to the wealth and splendor of Columbia’s matchless clime, his eyes would kindle up with a patriotic and exultant pride. . . . Like a true poet, he always increased in vigor as he advanced, and when he got to that part of the song where the Americans rise in the strength of their might to repel the invasion, he would rise involuntarily from his seat, raise both hands, his eyes dilated with enthusiasm, and thus increasing in spirit till he had finished it, when he would sink back into his chair, as if over come with the electrifying effect of his own singing. (Lowell Offering 82-86) This description is particularly interesting in that collectors of folk songs in the twentieth century usually note that their informants do not react to their texts. Here the performer’s emotional response may be because he had been part of the action he was singing about. The last line of each verse ends with “in North America,” echoing the burden of a widely sung local lyric beginning “That seat of science, Athens, and earth’s proud mistress, Rome . . . oppose, oppose, oppose, oppose, for North America.” The title was “A Song on Liberty, Made by a Bostonian, to the Tune of the British Grenadiers.” ([Williamsburg] Virginia Gazette, January 6, 1774). “American Taxation” was probably also sung to “The British Grenadiers.”<a href="http://www.thomasballads.org/items/show/42/#footnote2">[2]</a> This rousing British patriotic song appeared in print in the early 1750s, set to the descendent of an earlier tune called “All You That Love Good Fellows” (Simpson 15). The tune quickly became widely known in Britain and America, a staple as a march and a melody for topical song lyrics. <div> <div> <a href="#footnote1">[1]</a> In 1855, without further documentation, the Duyckincks attributed this song to Samuel St. John (d. 1825) of New Canaan, Connecticut (478). That same year, Frank Moore, also without documentation, attributed the lyric to schoolmaster and poet Peter St. John (1726-1811) of Norwalk, Connecticut (Songs 1-16). We can find no period proof of these statements. Oscar Wegelin, in Early American Poetry, lists two copies under Samuel St. John (#341-43) and four others under Anonymous (#506, #506B, #1238, and #1239). </div> <div> <a href="#footnote2">[2]</a> An 1816 chapbook includes the same text as “British Taxation. Tune—William Reily” (St. John). “William Reily” is an Irish melody also known as “Cooleen Bawn” in O Farrell’s Pocket Companion (1804-16), but it does not match the “American Taxation” text without considerable manipulation. See <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/254">William Riley</a> for further discussion. </div> </div> Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/teibp/content/272919_BP.xml">View transcription using TEI</a> Ballad https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/94971511b7aea18e066daeae5df8a9ba.tif be18c21277d0442f4c48fde6803d7e54 https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/f4caa3064fca97105ab604c7c64a684e.xml b1803082b135e48319f898c9c409b4c7 https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/190b359c2e4ba5e591b6199e7c544ea6.mp3 507f96c4c6503a01f1b09fdcfde183ac 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/. Description An account of the resource Click below to hear this Broadside narrated by <a href="http://www.mym-media.org/">Mark Hildebrand</a>. 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. 28 x 23 cm. Text Any textual data included in the document. INDIAN LETTER. Extract of a letter from Capt. HENDRICKS, an Indian Chief, of the Stockbridge nation, to Col. PICKERING, one of the Commissoners appointed by the President of the United States, for holding a treaty with the Six Nations, at Canandaigua, in the fall, 1794.N. COVERLY, Jr Milk-Street, Boston 1810-1814 BIB Id 273176 THERE is a powerful strong man, that has long made war against all the nations of Indians, and made dreadful havock amongst them. He has also attacked our nation, and cut off almost all our young men and warriors; and many of our old men have been slain by him. This strong man, our enemy, is named RUM! and he is your son, and begat by the white people; and we believe you have power to control him; we therefore, hope you will chain him down, and confine him among yourselves, and never let him again loose among us poor Indians." AN ADDRESS TO DRUNKARDS, CONCERNING THE GREAT SIN OF DRUNKENNESS. DRUNKENNESS is of that pernicious, destruc- tive, and infatuating nature, that it debases reason, benumbs the senses, confounds the judgment, besots the understanding, overwhelms the mind, steals away the heart, defiles the conscience, and begets a spiritual le- thargy. It impairs the health, disorders the body, in- flames the blood, infects the breath, intoxicates the brain, deforms the visage, and engenders an unnatural thirst. It is a work of darkness, an aunoyance to modesty, a disclosure of secrets, a betrayer of trust, a waster of time, a foe to industry, and a forerunner of want and misery. It wounds men's credit, ruins their reputation, consumes their wealth, violates the rules of temperance, and perverts the order of nature. It is the parent of vice, the author of mischief, and a promoter of rioting, madness and fury. It stirs up vain mirth, foolish jesting, wantonness, gaming and debauchery. It canseth stammering, staggering, vomiting, filthiness, woes, sorrows, wounds, headaches, surfeits, diseases, and untimely deaths. It occasions swearing, curs- ing, lying, ranting, quarrelling, fighting, blood- shed and murder. It produces cheating, pilfering, robbing, stealing, and too often brings to the gallows. It makes people stupid, idle, sottish, and unfit for bu- siness, and renders them contemptible, in the sight of God and all good men. It quenches the Spirit, stifles the conviction of conscience, and plucks up religion by the roots. It causeth forgetfulness of God, provokes him to anger, drawns down his judgments, and in the end destroys the soul. A drunkard is a thief to himself, a slave to his lust, a laughing-stock to the profane, a dishonor to God, an enemy to his own peace, and a disgrace to mankind. He is indisposed to virtue, is worse than the beasts; a traveller to destruction, an abuser of God's mercies, a transgressor of his laws, and at last excluded his king- dom. A drunkard takes himself from under the protection of heaven, exposes his soul to the merciless tyranny of the world, the flesh and the devil; and unless he re- pents, and turns at the reproofs of God's Spirit, which smites him in secret for so doing, he must drink of the cup of God's wrath and fiery indignation, without the least respite or intermission, or so much as a drop of water to allay the heat of his scorching tongue. Drinking to drive away cares, troubles and anxieties of mind is flying to the devil to get rid of, or to be eas- ed of them, who, Pharaoh like, instead of lessening, adds to their weight, and greatly triumphs over such wretches. Wherefore, as there is no flying from Divine Justice, no evading God's righteous laws, nor any bribing the Divine witness in our own bosoms; let every drunkard in particular, and the whole bulk of mankind in gen- eral, seriously consider in whose presence they now are, and before whom we must appear in the great and aw- ful day of account, when all our words and deeds, with every secret thing, must come under the notice and inspection of our great and all discerning Judge. Reader, art thou guilty of the sin of drunkenness? -If so, let the above reflections sink deep into thine heart, and let the things of God, and thine own peace, be duly reverenced and regarded, that so, the Amighty may be gracious to thee, and pour forth of his blessings on thy soul, lest that awfully solemn day of death and judgment overtake thee unprepared. And as nothing but the Divine law, or grace of God in the heart, can truly reform or enable us effectually to amend our ways; which Divine law and grace of God, do I earnestly recommend the children of men to- seek after. 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: 273176 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocm82384958 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocn191453152 Ford, W.C. Thomas ballads, 122 AAS General Catalog URL: http://catalog.mwa.org/vwebv/holdingsInfo?bibId=273176 <a href="https://gigi.mwa.org/imagearchive/filename/273176_" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">View larger image</a> Title A name given to the resource Indian letter. Extract of a letter from Capt. Hendricks, an Indian chief, of the Stockbridge nation, to Col. Pickering, one of the commissioners appointed by the president of the United States, for holding a treaty with the Six Nations, at Canandaigua, in the fall 1794 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1810-1814 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 Indians of North America Alcohol Alcoholism Sin Judgment of God Description An account of the resource The ballad on this broadside is about the sin of drunkenness. This broadside has two ornaments. The treaty of 1794 between the Six Nations of the Iroquois Confederacy and the United States government is still in effect, although it has been violated many times. It was drawn up as a document between two equal partners because the Six Nations at the time was too powerful a force to be restricted as other Indian nations had been (Schein). Here Captain Hendrick’s plea for the white man to keep liquor away from the Iroquois people is followed on this broadside with a typical white Christian sermon against liquor, a speech that would have little relevance to the Indian mind. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/teibp/content/273176_BP.xml">View transcription using TEI</a> Ballad https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/ee2cdf45b26870b216ff928af859cbde.tif ff1a4504b4eb913076161be780350d04 https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/cf25a7df75ecc93c69f4b058c163b9e0.xml c4d8cabcdbf9813e6b3817e0699c66d9 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 22 cm. Text Any textual data included in the document. THE BOLD SOLDIER, TOGETHER WITH SWEET PIG OF RICHMOND HILL:NATHANIEL COVERLY, JUN'R, CORNER OF THEATER ALLEY ---BOSTON. 1810-1814 BIB Id 274091 THE BOLD SOLDIER. I'll tell you of a soldier, who lately came from war, Who courted a lady of honor, rich and fair; Her fortune was so great that it scarcely could be told, But yet she lov'd the soldier, because he was so bold. She said my dearest jewel, I would fain be your wife, But my dadda is so cruel, I fear he'll end my life; He took his sword and pistols, and hung them by his side, And swore that he would marry her, whatever might betide. When they had been to church, and returning home again, Her old dadda met them, with seven armed men, O dear, said the lady, I fear we shall be slain, Fear nothing, my charmer, the soldier said again. The old man to his daughter with a great frown did say, Is this your behavior? is this your merry day? Since you have been so silly, as to be a soldier's wife, Here in this lonesome valley, I'll end your pleasant life. And then spake up the soldier, I do not like this prattle, Altho' I am a Bridegroom, and unprepar'd for battle; He snatch'd his sword and pistols, and made them all to rattle, And the lady held the horse, while the soldier fought the battle. The first man he came to, he quickly had him slain, The next man he came to, he ran him through amain, Lets flee, cry'd the rest, for we soon shall all be slain, To fight with this brave soldier, is altogether vain. Pray, stay your hand, the old man cry'd, you make my blood run cold, I'll give you with my daughter, five thousand pounds in gold; Fight on, said the lady, my portion is too small, O, stay your hand, dear soldier, and you shall have it all: He took the soldier home, and acknowledg'd him his heir, 'Twas not because he lov'd him, but 'twas for dread and fear; There never is a soldier, who's fit to carry a gun, Will ever flinch, or start an inch, till the battle he has won. Despise not a soldier because that he is poor, He's happy in the field as at the barrack door, Is bold brisk and airy, brave sociable and free, As willing to fight for love as for his Liberty, SWEET PIG OF RICHMOND HILL. ON Richmond Hill there feeds a pig, Which does that hill adorn, This pig so plump, so wond'rous big, A finer ne'er was born. This pig so neat, so full of meat, As one I e'er could will; I'd fowls resign on thee to dine--- Sweet pig of Richmond hill. Ye hardy trees who acorns bear, And form a shady grove, O fatten still this pig so rare, Till he can hardly move. How happy must the swineherd be, Who calls this pig his own, Oh! might that bliss but fall to me, I'd dine on pig alone. 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: 274091 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocm32971923 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocn191454086 Ford, W.C. Thomas ballads, 22 AAS General Catalog URL: http://catalog.mwa.org/vwebv/holdingsInfo?bibId=274091 <a href="https://gigi.mwa.org/imagearchive/filename/274091_" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">View larger image</a> Title A name given to the resource The Bold soldier, together with Sweet pig of Richmond Hill: Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1810-1814 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. I'll tell you of a soldier, who lately came from war. On Richmond Hill there feeds a pig. Subject The topic of the resource Love Soldiers Marriage Swine in literature Description An account of the resource The ballads on this broadside are about a soldier in love and a sweet pig. This broadside has two woodcuts. Variants of “The Bold Soldier” have since been collected in England and the United States from many informants. Norman Cazden points out that this text is a revision of an older, more tragic lyric dating from about 1679 (the “Yarrow ballads”) and reflects a shift in social expectations (Roxburghe Collection 6:229-33; Cazden, Haufrecht, and Studer, Folk Songs 182-83; Laws M27; Roud; Readex, Archive of Americana: “American Broadsides,” 1:4173). Here the success of the soldier and his love against her father is no longer controlled by the rigidities of a society ruled by lineage and status. In the early song, the hero fights seven brothers for the feudal integrity of the clan that chooses who shall marry their daughters and sisters. He is killed and she commits suicide. In the early nineteenth-century version, they work together: he fights for his love and her dowry and wins both: “and the lady held the horse, while the soldier fought the battle” (verse 5). It is interesting that the text appears in only one songster, The Echo; or, Columbian Songster (150-52; R. Keller). Like the parody of <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/166">The Legacy</a>, “Sweet Pig of Richmond Hill” is a collegiate-style comic parody, this time on the popular bucolic song, “The Lass of Richmond Hill.” It may be a satire on a specific person. Edmund Burke’s 1791 comment that “learning will be cast into the mire and trodden under the hoofs of a swinish multitude” set off a storm of responses using pigs and hogs as images (3:335). A song entitled “The Swinish Multitude,” set to “The Lass of Richmond Hill,” appeared in Paddy’s Resource, a songster published in Philadelphia in 1796; another song in this collection is “The Placemen and Pensioners’ Address to the Swinish Multitude,” set to the tune of “Derry Down” (25-25, 43-44). Coverly’s song, “Sweet Pig of Richmond Hill,” had appeared earlier in Thomas Fleet’s Neptune (18). Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/teibp/content/274091_BP.xml">View transcription using TEI</a> Ballad https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/aa7accb2e9ff435398e2b74075748ce7.tif 7714e6d73bf156c1c41060eb98978bf4 https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/bc0a2754727c88742c913fa42293164a.xml af62330f3abdcc3bd24d15410ee82578 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. 28 x 20 cm. Text Any textual data included in the document. THE BONNY BLADE, OR DUMB WIFE; TOGETHER WITH ROSELINE CASTLE.NATHANIEL COVERLY Corner of Theatre-Alley MILK-SREET-BOSTON. 1810-1814 BIB Id 274106 THERE was a bonny blade, Who had married a maid, And safely conducted her home, She was neat in every part, And she pleas'd him to the heart, But alack and alas, she was dumb. She could brew and she could bake, She could sew and she could make, She could keep the house clean with a broom, She could card and she could spin, And do any kind of thing, But alack and alas, she was dumb. She was bright as sweet May, And fair as the day, And as round and as plump as a plumb, But yet the silly swain, Could do nothing but complain, Because that his wife was so dumb. To the doctor he went, To give himself content, And to cure his wife of the mum, 'O it is the easiest part, That belongs unto my art, To make a woman speak that is dumb. To the doctor he did her bring, And he cut her chattering string, And at liberty he set her tongue, And her tongue began to walk, And she began to talk, As 'tho she had never been dumb. Her faculty she tries, And she fills the house with noise, And she rattles in his ears like a drum, She bred a dreadful strife, Made him weary of his life, He'd give any thing at all she was dumb. To the doctor he goes, And thus he vents his woes, 'O doctor you have me undone, 'For my wife is turn'd a scold, 'And her tongue will never hold, 'I'd give any thing at all she was dumb. 'When did I undertake, 'To make your Lady speak, 'It was a thing easily done, 'But 'tis past the art of man, 'Let him do the best he can, 'To make a scolding woman hold her tongue'. ROSELINE CASTLE. Twas in the season of the year When all things gay and sweet appear, That Colin with the morning ray, Arose, and sang his rural lay; Of Nancy's charms, the shepherd sang, The hills and dales of Nancy rang, Then ROSELINE CASTLE heard the swain And echo'd back the cheerful strain. Awake, sweet muse, the breathing spring With raptures warm, awake and sing; Awake and join the vocal throng, And hail the morning with a song; To Nancy raise your cheerful lay, O bid her haste and come away, In sweetest smiles, herself adorn, And add new graces to the morn. O hark, my love on ev'ry spray; Each feather'd warbler tunes his lay; 'Tis beauty fires the ravish'd throng, And love inspires the melting song, Then let my ravish'd notes arise, For beauty darts from Nancy's eyes, And love my rising bosom warms, And fills my soul, with sweet alarms. Come then, my love, thy Colin's lay, With rapture calls, O come away; Come with the muse this wreath shall twine Aronnd that modest brow of thine; O, hither haste, and with thee bring, That beauty blooming like the spring, Those graces that divinely shine, And charm this ravish'd heart of mine. 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: 274106 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocm84412318 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocn191454108 Ford, W.C. Thomas ballads, 24 AAS General Catalog URL: http://catalog.mwa.org/vwebv/holdingsInfo?bibId=274106 <a href="https://gigi.mwa.org/imagearchive/filename/274106_" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">View larger image</a> Title A name given to the resource The Bonny blade, or Dumb wife; together with Roseline Castle Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1810-1814 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. There was a bonny blade, who had married a maid. Twas in the season of the year when all things gay and sweet appear. Subject The topic of the resource Wives Marriage Love Description An account of the resource The ballads on this broadside are about wives and love. This broadside has one ornament. The Bonny Blade relates an amusing story. A young husband marries a wife skilled in housework but unable to talk. He implores a doctor to cure her of the handicap. The doctor complies and the woman becomes a chattering scold. Beseeching the doctor to undo his work, the husband is told ’Tis beyond the art of man. Let him do the best he can, To make a scolding woman hold her tongue. It appeared on a Roxburghe broadside of about 1678 and may derive from a passage from François Rabelais. John Ashton gives the song in ten verses (the Coverly version has eight) as “The Dumb Maid; or, The Young Gallant Trapann’d,” “to a new tune call’d ‘Dum, Dum, Dum’ or ‘I Would I Were in My Own Countrey’” (Ashton 99; Simpson 331-35; Cazden, Haufrecht, and Studer, Folk Songs 497-503). G. Malcolm Laws cites many collected editions of this song; the text appeared in three songsters between 1790 and 1815 (Laws Q5; Roud; R. Keller, Early American Secular Music and Its European Sources). Norman Cazden suggests that traditional versions of the song reported in the United States may all derive from printed copies and that “it remains likely that many more singers know the ditty than would care to acknowledge it, at least when their wives are present” (Cazden, Haufrecht, and Studer, Folk Songs 498). As for a tune, a variant of the seventeenth-century English tune, “I Am the Duke of Norfolk” or “Paul’s Steeple,” bears the alternate title “I Would I Were in My Own Countrey.” This same tune appears with the “Bonny Blade” text in Thomas D’Urfey’s Wit and Mirth. While the lyric has not survived with this tune in oral tradition, it could be an appropriate match for 1814 as D’Urfey’s collection was known in eighteenth-century America. The beautiful pastoral love song, “Roseline Castle,” was written by Richard Hewitt (d. 1764) of Cumberland, England, amanuensis to the blind Scottish poet, Dr. Thomas Blacklock (1721-91). While the elaborate tune with its wide tessitura has been credited to James Oswald, its earliest appearance was in a Collection of Scots Tunes by William McGibbon as “The House of Glams” ([1746] 2:31). Oswald published the tune in his Caledonian Pocket Companion as “Roselana Castle” and Hewitt’s text appeared with the music in Oswald’s Collection of 1761 (4:3; 16-17). In the 1780s and 1790s the song was widely known in America and copied by many young people into their song collections. Curiously, the rather sophisticated tune became popular among American fifers toward the end of the Revolutionary War and was used into the early nineteenth century as a dead march. The text appeared in twenty-six songsters between 1785 and 1820 (R. Keller, Early American Songsters). The castle from the song’s title is in Scotland, southwest of Edinburgh, the location of the Battle of Rosline, a Scots victory over the English on February 24, 1303 (Shuldham-Shaw, Lyle, and Hunter 1:#111). Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/teibp/content/274106_BP.xml">View transcription using TEI</a> Ballad https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/d5b94a0dcc0b544205acf3bc099b9cdd.tif 7a510ee5833e5c4a35edae4b1a7447fb https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/files/original/e8c4e84907894fd9f830550324b38a2b.xml b2e98a2a16d095f6763916e97ca63c78 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. 28 x 22 cm. Text Any textual data included in the document. The BOSTON FRIGATE'S ENGAGEMENT WITH THE French Corvette le Berceau, and Tom Bowline's Epitaph.N. COVERLY, Jun. Milk-Street, Boston. 1810-1814 BIB Id 274174 The Boston Frigate's Engagement. THE American Frigate, from Boston she came, Guns mounted thirty two, the BOSTON by name, 'Twas to the West Indies, our orders ran so But on our passage we met a proud foe. On the twelfth of October two sail we espy'd, The one being a schooner to windward she ply'd; We fowllow'd soon after for an hour or more, But the other being largest, we down on her bore. We chac'd her four hours, our guns being clear, All hands call'd to quarters, close to her we did bear, Our bow guns being levell'd, on her we did play, Which caus'd this bold Frenchman to immediately stay. Then our captain step'd forward and hail'd with a frown, To the United States flag hawl your colours down; No,no, says the captain, and loudly did cry, That never can be, sir, until that we try. Then we gave him a broadside for to make him strike, But fully determin'd they were for to fight, Twenty-four guns she mounted and on us did play, Our braces and rigging they soon shot away. Then they made all their sail from us to get clear, We refitted our braces and after did steer, And when we came up it was eleven at night, We show'd them such play that we made them to strike. Oh 'twas early next morning our captain then spoke, Their vessel was shatter'd, their mast it was broke; We took her in tow, and for Boston did steer, Where 'mong pretty girls we'll drownall our care. So now my braves boys it's to Boston we're bound, Where the full bowles of punch shall go merrily round. Here's a health to Captain Little, and Officers too, Not forgetting the seamen that were valient and true. Tom Bowline's Epitaph. HERE, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowline, The darling of our crew; No more he'll hear the tempest howling, For death has broach'd him too. His form was of the manliest beauty, His heart was kind and soft; Faithful below he did his duty, And now he's gone aloft. Tom never from his word departed, His virtues were so rare, His friends were many, and true hearted, His Poll was kind and fair. And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly, Ah! many's the time and oft, But mirth has turn'd to melancholy, For Tom is gone aloft. Yet shall poor Tom find pleasant weather, When he, who all commands, Shall give (to call life's crew together) The word, to pipe all hands! Thus Death, who kings and tars dispatches, Tom's life has vainly doff't, For tho' his body's under hatches, His soul is gone aloft. 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: 274174 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocm77802044 OCLC Control No.: (OCoLC)ocn191454150 Ford, W.C. Thomas ballads, 26 AAS General Catalog URL: http://catalog.mwa.org/vwebv/holdingsInfo?bibId=274174 <a href="https://gigi.mwa.org/imagearchive/filename/274174_" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">View larger image</a> Title A name given to the resource The Boston frigate's engagement with the French corvette Le Berceau, and Tom Bowline's epitaph Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1810-1814 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. American frigate, from Boston she came. Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowline. Description An account of the resource The ballads on this broadside are about the Boston Frigate and an epitaph. This broadside has two woodcuts. The Continental Navy was disbanded in 1784 but it was soon clear that a federal navy was needed to protect the country’s mercantile interests. Ten years later Congress passed legislation establishing a national navy. While a replacement for two earlier ships named Boston was not funded by this legislation, a new ship was built by public subscription in Boston to protect commercial shipping. The frigate Boston sailed on July 24, 1799. Her primary duty during this time included protecting American commerce from French privateers during the Quasi-War with France. After spending the summer off the US coast, she sailed to the West Indies, where she battled and captured a French corvette, Le Berceau, after a bloody engagement on October 12, 1800. As it turned out, the battle occurred a few days after President Adams had ended that war and declared peace with France, so Le Berceau had to be returned to France. In August 1814, while the British were burning Washington, D.C., Boston was intentionally burned at the Washington Navy Yard to prevent her capture (Proceedings of the Massachusetts Historical Society 20:269-74 and 65:163-68). This song is in common language with much detail, perhaps by a local Bostonian who talked with sailors who were present at the battle. The phrases are closely modeled on <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/items/show/189">Paul Jones’s Victory</a> and the tune may well be the same. The song usually titled “Tom Bowling” was written by Charles Dibdin (1745-1814) and performed in his short-lived entertainment at Covent Garden (there was one performance, on November 23, 1790) called The Oddities (1790). Coverly’s typesetter knew enough about sailing ships that he “corrected” the song title to Bowline, the name for the rope used to keep the weather edge of the sail taut forward. But Dibdin was actually using Smollett’s model sailor in Roderick Random as his inspiration, “Bowling” rhyming with “rolling” (E. Brewer 169). His original title was “Poor Tom; or, the Sailor’s Epitaph” and the text was a tribute to his eldest brother, Thomas, captain of a ship in the East India trade, who had died at sea. Charles Dibdin was an English composer, dramatist, poet, novelist, actor, singer, and entertainer. The variety of his talent was astonishing but his personal life was continually dogged with troubles, both personal and professional. As a composer he was self-taught and his initial works were comic operas, many with Isaac Bickerstaff as collaborator. In 1778, after a self-imposed exile to France, Dibdin turned to writing strophic ballads, the genre for which he would be best remembered. These were often written for his one-man shows that he mounted in the 1790s called “Table Entertainments.” The songs he wrote and published at this time celebrated contemporary events or made fun of personal and ethnic oddities. The most enduring were his sea songs, for which he became famous during the Napoleonic Wars. Dibdin’s propensity to quarrel made his life difficult from the beginning and he died destitute and friendless in 1814 (Sadie and Tyrrell 5:424-27). This song was written for an accomplished performer—Dibdin’s music is often difficult for ordinary people to sing. Even though it is a sophisticated song, “Tom Bowling” became widely popular and was printed in songbooks, songsters, sheet music, broadsides, and slip ballads throughout the nineteenth century (Roud #1984; Wolfe, Secular Music #2478-79; R. Keller). Subject The topic of the resource Frigates Ships Boston (Mass.) Naval battles Sailors Death Epitaphs Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://collections.americanantiquarian.org/thomasballads/teibp/content/274174_BP.xml">View transcription using TEI</a> Ballad