On the Death of a favourite Kitten-a juvenile production.

How rich and envied the reward

For all her little arts to please! Her lovely mistress' kind regard Tenfold repaid such toils as these.

Who would not envy her, so blestAccept her fate her bliss to gain? Kiss'd by those lips-press'd to that breast, Which thousands sigh to touch in vain.

But, ah! her sports and plays are done!
Those harmless pastimes all are fled!
The tricks which those caresses won
Amuse no more!-poor Sylvia's dead!

NOTE.

The patriotic Odes, Songs, and other OCCASIONAL pieces, which follow, were handed (en masse) to the publishers, with a discretionary privilege of selecting or suppressing. Fully aware that the theme of· INDEPENDENCE had long since been exhausted by more celebrated bards, the publishers anticipated but little ORIGINALITY from so trite a subject. On inspection, however, they are convinced that it is their duty to incorporate these pieces with the present selection. What is wanting in originality of thought, is made up in energy of language and harmony of numbers. Many of them are JUVENILE productions, and most of them were written without study, on the spur of the occasion. Such as they first appeared, without revision, amendment, or alteration, they are now presented to the public, by THE PUBLISHERS.

Odes for the Celebration of American Independence.

ODE,

Sung at the Celebration of Independence, by the Society of Juvenile Patriots.

[AN EARLY JUVENILE PRODUCTION.]

When from our shores Bellona's car
Recoil'd amid dread scenes of war;
The guardian Genius of our land
Gave listening freemen this command-
"Revere fair Freedom's chosen Son,
Protect with life the prize he won.”

High on her right the Hero stood
Victorious from the fields of blood,
And pois'd to Heaven his reeking blade,
As witness to the vow he made :-
"This arm, with Heaven for its shield,
Shall e'er protect the dear-bought field."

The goddess heard the solemn vow,
And twin'd the laurel round his brow;
While swell'd the anthem to his praise,
And spheres responsive caught the lays-
"Revere the Hero, Washington,
For he your Independence won."

Odes for the Celebration of American Independence.

Then, while we consecrate the day
Which gave our land its lawful sway,
Let all our bosoms glow with fires
Becoming sons of hero-sires;
Swear ne'er to forfeit what they won
While earth revolves around the sun.

And while our goblets flow with wine,
While rich libations grace her shrine,
In clouds of incense to the skies
Let this inspiring theme arise-
"The Youth of Freedon, e'er will be
Champions of sacred Liberty."

While Mars' red banner floats unfurl'd
O'er the blood-delug'd eastern world,
Here, peace shall bless us with her reign,
While Virtue, Right, and Faith remain ;
And let mad Europe blush to see
That Peace can dwell with Liberty.

But if our foes should e'er conspire
To kindle Freedom's funeral pyre,
And slaves of tyrants join the band
To subjugate their native land,
Our Youth indignant shall arise
And save the dearly-purchas'd prize.

Odes for the Celebration of American Independence.

Our fathers fought, and scorn'd to yield,
But drove Oppression from the field,
Then gave this mandate, with the prize,
To unborn Patriots, yet to rise—
"Protect the blessing we bestow,
And guard your rights from every foe."

Then, Youthful Patriots, rise, and swear
To hold the glorious name you bear ;
Your dear-bought Freedom to maintain,
While Ocean, Earth, or Skies remain ;
And, like your fathers, still to be
Independent, Great, and Free.

ODE 2.

The Genius of Freedom, escap'd from the flood - Which had delug'd the world, and usurp'd her do

minion,

On the glaciers of Switzerland tremblingly stood,
To Heaven she look'd and extended her pinion;
When over the main

Was wafted this strain,

Which Echo, in raptures, repeated again"The Sons of Columbia have sworn to be free,

And their arms shall maintain what their voices decree."