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A62913	New-England's tears for her present miseries, or, A late and true relation of the calamities of New-England since April last past with an account of the battel between the English and the Indians upon Seaconk plain, and of the Indians burning and destroying of Marlbury, Rehoboth, Chelmsford, Sudbury, and Providence : with the death of Antononies the grand Indian Sachem, and a relation of a fortification begun by women upon Boston Neck : together with an elegy on the death of John Winthrop Esq., late Governour of Connecticott, and fellow of the Royal Society / written by an inhabitant of Boston in New England to his friend in London.	Tompson, Benjamin, 1642-1714.	1676 (1676)	Wing T1867; ESTC R20609	7,020	18

newly hatcht Starts from their Dens and soon our friends dispatch Here was of Indians too a plenteous Fair The Chapmen Devils hovering in the Air But ah with Tears I may the Reader tell A little Host of English down there fell Two hardy Captains many manly hearts Then felt the Bullets with the venom'd darts The Parents Vesture with the purple stain'd Of his Ascanius by him newly braind Eurylaus his Soul reaks through the wound Of Nisus gasping by upon the ground While the Rutilian like enraged bears The Garments with Mens Skins asunder tears One seeks his Head scrambling for breathing room By Lethal pangs a second reads his doom In Vellome Rolls flead off his right hand man Which they send home for Sagamores to tan With Scalpes according to whose number they Receive brave Titles and some rich Array Our numerous Scars like stars in bodies shone Who have for each a glorious Trophie wone From this Aceldama they post away To the Grand General for their ready pay While fellow Soudiers who escape the dint Bounce our Exchecquers but find little in 't CELEUSMA MILITARE BUt know stout hearts that Diadems and Crowns Will powre down from Heaven after your wounds And you shall find in Honours Lists a place Where Dastard Spirits dare not shew their Face About this time Died Major Willard Esq who had continued one of our Senators many years and Head of the Massachuset Bands In 23 April 1676. EPITAPHIUM GReat Good and Just Valiant and Wise New-Englands common Sacrifice The Prince of War the Bond of Love A True Herorick Martial Dove Pardon I croud his Parts so close Which all the World in measure knows We envy Death and well we may Who keeps him under Lock and Key His Praises will or are more largely celebrated but let this be accepted according to the Nature of my Writings which are but Brief and General The Indians threaten to Dine at Boston on our Election THe hungry Dogs scenting the bay good Cheer Give out Bravadoes that they will be here But hopes we have of an Election day Although their Votes and Proxies keep away We think they will our Ammunition smell Which from our friends beyond Sea us befell M. J. Antonomies the Grand Sachems Death A Breathing time of silence had my Pen But finds a scribling matter once agen In Narraganset Land near Paquetuck The English with the Natives try a pluck Here in an Isthmus pitcht the foes their tents Here quartered their naked Regiments Some grope for Lobsters some to 〈◊〉 banks run And some lie beautifying in the Sun Some sit in Council others treating squaws Some grinding parcht Corn with the Querns their Jawes Some sing their Captains dooms others are lousing Some pawawing some wenching and some drousing And herein ANTONOMIE among the rest All up in Wampum Belts most richly drest Sate as the Dagon of their motley crew Not thinking that his downfal would insue Whose Pedegree should I presume to write To Hesiods Theognis run I might Our Checquer'd Bands of Whites and Tawnies joyn'd These in their close Retirements quickly find Down to the Earth our Martial gallants fall And like to insects on the Natives crawl Old VNCVS tribe who ever had been true Upon the moving Forrest nimbly flew The English them as they are flying meet And multitudes they tumble at their feet Some captiv'd others wounded many slain Like Hydra's Heads yet ne'r the less remain And here that Lucifer receives defeat Who scorns with any less then Princes treat What Necklace could New-England better please Then Heads strung thick upon a thred of these Him they dispatch and hundreds more are hurl'd Him to attend upon in th' other world Whose hunting bouts will heavily go on His Legs must stay until the Head come on That phansie which so stifly they maintain That such on hunting go who hence are slain I hope ere long will quite convinced be By many Heads chopt off as fine as he His a brave present kist the grateful Hand Of Dons who in our Southern Tract command Least such Moecaenas's beyond Sea should Restrain their yearly showrs of Goods and Gold Be pleas'd to know there is an hopeful race Who as you oft have been inform'd have grace These are confin'd under Christian Wings And hopes we have never to feel their stings A natural Prison wall'd with Sea and Isles From our Metropolis not many miles Contains their swarms hither upon advice Some Grandees venturing powerful and wise In a small Vessel on a time did tend Three Dons with their great Apostolick friend Ere they arrive a Barge runs down their Boat Mean-while these Worthies three must sink or float Their Lo●ves for comfort round about them swam And from their Bottles Neptune drinks a dram He gap'd for men and all but as God pleas'd By sturdy tackles of that care he 's eas'd With like observance to November's day Keep the remembrance of this passage pray On the Fortifications began by Women upon Boston Neck A Grand attempt the Amazonian dames Contrive whereby to glorify their names A Ruffe for Bostons Neck of mud and turfe Reaching from side to side from surfe to surfe Their nimble Hands spin up like Christmass Pies Their pastry by degrees on high doth rise Their Wheeles at home count it an Holyday While Mistresses are working they may play A tribe of Peticoates with manly hearts Forsake at home their Pasticrust and Tarts To knead the dirt their Samplets down they hurle Their undulating Silks they closely furle The Pickaxe one as a Commandress holds Another at her awkness gently scolds One holds her side while Hypocondrick fumes Do tympanize her Pericardian roomes This puffs and sweats the other grumbles why Can't you promote your work so fast as I. Some dig and delve while others hands do feel The little Waggons weight with single wheel And least some fainting fit the weak surprize They want not Sack and Cakes they are more wise These brave Essays drew forth mens nervous hands More like to Daubers than to Martial Bands These do the work and sturdy Bulwarks raise But those who first began deserve the praise FINIS

round With Tawny Bands anon their pieces sound A Madrigal like Hail the Bullets fly An Emblem of Heavens Artillery Here s Hosts to Handfuls of a few they leave Fewer to tell how many they bereave Fool hardy Fortitude it had been sure Thousands of Shot and Arrows to endure Without all hopes of some requital too So numerous and pestilent a foe Most Fought like Dragons through this Indian mist The Beams of Valour break where e'r they list Who died 't is thought sold lives at such a rate As doth the fury of the foes abate Some musing a Retreat and thence to run Have in an instant all their business done They Sink and Die their wonted sorrows weight They Tumble at their Feet and follow strait Here Captious ones without their Queries lie The Quaker here the Presbiterian by The Scruple dormant lies of thee and thou And most as one to Deaths dominion bow Such who out-live the fate of others fly Into the Neighbouring Swamps of misery Those who might die like men like beasts must range Uncertain whither for a better change Such Natives hunt and chase with Tygers mind And plague with Cruelties such as they find When shall this showre of Blood be over when Quickly we pray good Lord say thou Amen Rehoboth's Fate I Once conjectur'd that these Figures hard To reverend Newman's Bones would have regard But were all Saints they met it were all one case They owe no Reverence to an Angels Face But where they fix their Monstrous Lion Paw's They Rend without remorse or heed to Laws Rehoboth here in our plain English Rest They ransack NEWMAN's Reliques they molest Here all the Town is made a publick stage Whereon these Nimrods act their Monstrous rage And Cruelties which Paper stain'd before Are acted to the life here ore and ore Let this dear Lord the sad Conclusion be Of poor New-Englands fatal Tragedie Let not the Glory of thy former work Blasphemed lie by Pagan Jew or Turk But in New-Englands Ashes write thy Name So fair all Nations may expound the same Out of these Ruins let a Phaenix rise That may outshine the first and be more wise Another black Parenthesis of woe The Printer wills that all the world should know Vpon the setting of that Occidental Star John Winthrop Esq Governour of Connecticott Colony Member of the Royal Society who deceased in his Countreys Service 6 April 1676. NIne Muses get you all but one to sleep But spare Melpomene with me to weep From you whose bleared Eyes have Lectures read Of many of our English Heroe's dead I beg a glance from Spectacles of Woe Quotidian Gazets Brave Winthrop to Whose death Terrestrial Comets did portend To every one who was his Countreys friend The Blaze of Towns was up like Torches light To guide him to his Grave who was so fit To rule or to obey to live or die A special Favorite of the Most High Monarch of Natures Secrets who did hold It s grand Elixir named the Star of GOLD Or else the World mistakes and by his deeds Of Daily Charities Expence he needs But had he it he wiser was than so That every Ape of Artists should it know He had the System of the Universe Too Glorious for any to Rehearse As Moses took the Law in Clouds and Fire Which Vulgars barr'd at distance much admire Thus was he taught the precious Art of healing Judge we but by success at Gods revealing He mounted up the Stairs of Sciences Unto the place of Visions which did please Where on the Pinacle of worldly skill On Kingdoms of all Arts he gaz'd his fill Into his Thoughts Alembick we may think He crouded Stars to make a Diet Drink I mean Terrestrial Stars which in the Earth Receive their vitals and a Mineral Birth That Proteus Mercury he could compel Most soberly well fixt at home to dwell Of Salt which Cooks do use for Eggs and Fishes He made a Balsom better than all Riches And Sulphur too provided for mens woe He made an Antidote Diseases to This Terrene three were made by Fire his friends To bring about his ARCHIATRICK ends He saw the World which first had only shade And after rich Embroideries on it laid Of Glorious Light how the Homogeneal spark Did first Rebell against the Central dark He saw the Jemms how first they budded and The Birth of Minerals which put to stand Natures grand Courtiers He knew the Womb From whom the Various Tribes of Herbs did come He had been round the Philosophick sea And knew the Tincture if there any be But all his Art must lie there 's no Disease Predominant where he doth take his Ease Outliving Theophrast he shew'd thereby Himself Hermetick more surpassing high TRISMEGESTOS I 'll stile him first in Grace Thrice great in ART the next deserving place Thrice High in humble Carriage and who Would not to Highest Meekness ready bow England and Holland did great Winthrop woe Both had experienc'd Wonders he could doe But poor New-England stole his humble Heart From whose deep Wounds he never would depart His Councel Balsome like he poured in And plaistred up its Breaches made by sin Natives themselves in parlies would confess Brave Winthrops Charity and Holiness The Time he rul'd War never toucht his bound When Fire and Sword and Death raged all round Above whose reach he reigns in Glories Rays Singing with all the Saints his Makers praise EPITAPHIUM GReater Renown than Boston could contain Doth underneath this Marble-stone remain Which could it feel but half so well as we 'T would melt to Tears and let its Prisoner free Chelmsfords Fate ERe Famous Winthrops Bones are laid to rest The Pagans Chelmsford with sad Flames arrest Making an artificial day of night By that Plantations formidable light Here 's midnight shreekes and soul amazing groanes Enough to melt the very Marble-stones Fire-brands and Bullets Darts and Deaths and Wounds Confusive Noyses every where resounds The Natives shouting with the English cries With all the Cruelties the Foes devise Might fill a Volume but I leave a space For mercies yet successive in their place Not doubting but the foes have done their worst And shall by Heaven suddainly be curst Sudburies Fate ONce more run Lacquey Muse the Councel tell What sad Defeat our hopeful Band befell Since Fifty odd of Valours choicest Sons Sinke into Deaths retiring Room at once The Natives Scouts like living baits were trail'd With Umbrages of mighty Rocks and Holes Fit Pallaces for such perfideous souls Some to our Linx-ey'd Centinels appear And quickly run as if possest with fear Ours chase they halt We gain they lightly fly As if some Gad be stung upon the Thigh One while they linger falsly to give hope While to trapan is their disguized scope Into a Labyrinth or a natural maze Of hideous thickets and unbeaten wayes Ours close pursue them and as close heir fate Smelling their Treachery when 't was too late A Race of Natives as if