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Brackenridge, H. H. (1748-1816)

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ANSWER TO A CHALLENGE.
  
THE AUTHOR AND THE CRITIC.
  
A Masque, written at the Warm-Springs, in Virginia, in the year 1784.
  
On the running away of the Nineteen Members of Assembly from the house, when it was proposed to call a Convention to consider the new system of Congressional Government; and on the apology made by them in their address, &c.
  
Apology for the Dissentients in the State Convention.
  
THOUGHTS ON INDIAN TREATIES.
  
On his excellency Anthony Wayne, commander in chief of the Federal Army, who died at Presq'isle, Dec. 14, 1796, on his return from his campaign against the Indians.
  
Genethlicon of the United States Magazine.
  
CINCINNATUS.
  
TO WHISKEY.
  
WHISKEY,
  
ANSWER TO AQUA VITÆ.
  
ANSWER TO BRUCE.
  
BRUCE TO AQUA VITÆ.
  
TO --- BRUCE.
  
ANSWER.
  
REPLY.
  
To the Sons of St. Andrew on the celebration of a late festival.
  
Ideas at the interment of Mrs. Bedford, the wife of Doctor Nathaniel Bedford of Pittsburgh, July 9th, 1790.
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THE BATTLE OF BUNKERS HILL,
  
Prologue, by Colonel John Park, of the American army.
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ACT I.
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SCENE I.
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ACT II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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ACT III.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE IV.
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ACT IV.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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ACT V.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV. AND LAST.
  
THE MODERN CHEVALIER.
  
A PASTORAL SONG.

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SCENE III.

Charlestown.
The Reinforcement landed, and Orders given to burn Charlestown, that they might march up more securely under the smoke, General Howe, Rallies his Repuls'd and Broken Troops.
Howe.
Curse on the fortune, of Britannia's arms,
That plays the jilt with us. Shall these few men,
Beat back the flower, and best half of our troops,
While on our side, so many ships of war,
And floating batt'ries, from the mystic tide,
Shake all the hills, and sweep its ridgy top.
Oh Gods! no time, can blot its memory out,
We've men enough, upon the field to day,
To bury, this small handful, with the dust
Our march excites—back to the charge—close ranks.
And drive these wizzards from th' enchanted ground
The reinforcement which bold Clinton heads,
Gives such superiority of strength,
That let each man of us, but cast a stone,
We cover this small hill, with these few foes,
And over head, erect a pyramid.
The smoke, you see, enwraps us in its shade,
On, then, my countrymen, and try once more,
To change the fortune, of the inglorious day.

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