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IV.

For glorious news, surround our King,
And England’s noble cause,
So all true souls and faithful men,
Will shout with one applause.

V.

For now with safety we may keep,
Our hard begotten store,
For in security we sleep,
And bury gold no more.

VI.

No more our flocks and herds will stray,
Our Nymphs and Swains shall sing,
And ever bless the welcome day,
That binds us to our King.

N.B. We are extremely fond of tunes of such soft melodious sounds, because they approach so near to our Church music, besides these were the sort of tunes which were brought over by the first European settlers.

Religion and morality gain much ground; for to be sure, a Tavernkeeper, a few days since, gave away his old black coat to enable a Minister of the Gospel (just then come in from the Rebels) to mount the rostrum with dignity.

The nativity of our Sovereign was so acknowledged amongst us, that we outdid all our former doings: The man that was so stigmatized sometime since by the name of BONIFACE,1 behaved beyond description, and the Commander of our civil guns bad a remarkable share in the splendour and glory of the day.

The prospect of such plenty of fruit on this island, must make the Lovers of cherries, peaches, &c., smile—and no doubt will produce a large effusion of mouth-water. Butter-milk will fall in price next week, at least one hundred per cent.

1 An allusion, undoubtedly, to Loosley, the host of the “Brooklyne-Hall” Tavern.