[212] "The American Village," Freneau's first distinct poetical publication, was for many years known only from his description of it in a letter to Madison (see Vol. I, page xxii, supra). It was supposed to have been lost, until a copy was discovered in a volume of miscellaneous pamphlets which had been purchased by the Library of Congress in November, 1902. A second copy, still more recently discovered, is now in the John Carter Brown Library at Brown University. I have reproduced the entire text of this little volume with the original punctuation and spelling, using however the modern form of the "s", and correcting the errata noted by the author.

THE FARMER'S WINTER EVENING

A POEM

To the Nymph I never saw.

Far be the pleasures of the day,
 And mirth and festive joy from me,
 When cold December nips the plains,
 Or frozen January reigns.
 Far he the hunts-man's noisy horn,
 And coursers fleet thro' thickets borne,
 Swift as the wind, and far the sight,
 Of snowy mountains, sadly white;
 But thou, O night, with sober charms,
 Shall clasp me in thy sable arms.
 For thee I love the winter eve,
 The noisy day for thee I leave.
 Beneath some mountain's tow'ring height,
 In cottage low I hail the night,
 Where jovial swains, with heart sincere,
 And timely mirth dishearten care:
 Each tells his tale, or chaunts a song
 Of her for whom he sigh'd so long;
 Of Clara fair, or Flora coy,
 Disdaining still her shepherd boy,
 While near the hoary headed sage,
 Recalls the days of youthful age,
 Describes his course of manly years,
 His journey thro' this vale of tears;
How champion he with champions met,
 And fiercely did they combat it,
 'Till envious night in ebon chair,
 Urg'd faster on her chariotteer,
 And robb'd him, O for shame, of glory
 And feats fit for renown in story.—
 Thus spent in tales the ev'ning hour,
 And quaffing juice of sober pow'r,
 Which handsome Kate with malt did steep,
 To lead on balmy visag'd sleep,
 While her neat hand the milk pail strains,
 A sav'ry supper for the swains.
 And now the moon exalted high,
 Gives lustre to the earth and sky,
 And from the mighty ocean's glass,
 Reflects the beauty of her face:
 About her orb you may behold,
 A thousand stars of burnish'd gold,
 Which slowly to the west retire,
 And lose awhile their glitt'ring fire.
O could I here find my abode,
 And live within this fancy'd wood,
 With thee the weeks and years to pass,
 My pretty rural shepherdess;
 With thee the cooling spring to sip,
 Or live upon thy damask lip:
 Then sacred groves, and shades divine,
 And all Arcadia should be mine.
 Steep me, steep me some poppies deep
 In beechen bowl, to bring on sleep;
 Love hath my mind in shackles kept,
 Thrice the cock crew, nor once I slept.
 O gentle sleep, wrap me in dreams,
 Of fields and woods, and running streams;
 Of rivers wide, and castles rare,
 And be my lovely Flora there:
 A larger draught, a larger bowl
 To gratify my drowsy soul;
 "A larger draught is yet in store,
 Perhaps with this you wake no more."
 Then I my lovely maid shall see thee
 Drinking the deep streams of Lethe,
 Where now dame Arethusa scatters
 Her soft stream with Alpheus' waters,
 To forget her earthly cares,
 Lost in Lethe, lost in years!
 And I too will quaff the water,
 Lest it should be said, O daughter
 Of my giddy, wand'ring brain,
 I sigh'd for one I've never seen.

THE MISERABLE LIFE
OF A PEDAGOGUE[213]

To form the manners of our youth,
 To guide them in the way of truth,
 To lead them through the jarring schools,
 Arts, sciences, and grammar rules;
 Is certainly an arduous work,
 Enough to tire out Jew or Turk;
 And make a christian bite his nails,
 For do his best, he surely fails;
 And spite of all that some may say,
 His praise is trifling as his pay.
For My part I, tho' vers'd in booking,
 Still sav'd my carcase from such cooking;
 And always slyly shunn'd a trade,
 Too trifling as I thought and said;
 But at a certain crazy season,
 When men have neither sense or reason;
 By some confounded misadventure,
 I found myself just in it's centre.
Odd's fish and blood, and noun and neuter,
 And tenses present, past and future:
 I utter'd with a wicked sigh,
 Where are my brains, or where am I?
 The dullest creature of the wood,
 Knows how to shun the distant flood;
 Whales, dolphins, and a hundred more,
 Are not the fools to run ashore.
Well, now contented I must be,
 Forc'd by the dame Necessity,
 Who like the tribunal of Spain,
 Let's you speak once, but not again;
 And swift to execute the blow,
 Ne'er tells you why or whence it's so.
Now I am ask'd a thousand questions,
 Of Alexanders and Ephestions;
 With sly designs to know if I
 Am vers'd in Grecian history;
 And then again my time destroy,
 With aukward grace to tell of Troy:
 From that huge giant Polyphemus,
 Quite down to Romulus and Remus.
 Then I'm oblig'd to give them lectures,
 On quadrants, circles, squares and sectors;
 Or in my wretched mem'ry bear,
 What weighs a cubic inch of air.
"Sir, here's my son, I beg you'd mind,
 The graces have been very kind,
 And on him all their blessings shed,
 [Except a genius and a head]
 Teach him the doctrine of the sphere,
 The sliding circle and the square,
 And starry worlds, I know not where:
 And let him quickly learn to say,
 Those learned words Penna, Pennae;
 Which late I heard our parson call
 As learning, knowledge all in all."
And then a city dame approaches,
 Known by her horsemen, chairs and coaches:
 "Sir, here's my son, teach him to speak
 The Hebrew, Latin, and the Greek:
 And this I half forgot, pray teach
 My tender boy—the parts of speech—
 But never let this son of me,
 Learn that vile thing astronomy:
 Upon my word it's all a sham,"—
 O I'm your humble servant ma'am.
 There certainly is something in it—
 "Boy, drive the coach off in a minute."
 And thus I'm left in street or road,
 A laughing stock to half the crowd,
 To argue with myself the case,
 And prove its being to my face.
A plague I say on such employment,
 Where's neither pleasure nor enjoyment:
 Whoe'er to such a life is ty'd,
 Was born the day he should have dy'd;
 Born in an hour when angry spheres
 Were tearing caps, or pulling ears:
 And Saturn slow 'gainst swift Mercurius,
 Was meditating battles furious;
 Or comets with their blazing train,
 Decreed their life, a life of pain.

[213] This poem was undoubtedly written while Freneau was conducting his school at Flatbush early in 1772. See Vol. I, page xxi.

UPON A VERY ANCIENT DUTCH HOUSE
ON LONG ISLAND.[214]

Behold this antique dome by envious time,
 Grown crazy, and in ev'ry part decay'd;
 Full well, alas, it claims my humble rhyme,
 For such lone haunts and contemplation made.
Ah see the hearth, where once the chearful fire
 Blaz'd high, and warm'd the winter trav'lers toes;
 And see the walls, which once did high aspire,
 Admit the storms, and ev'ry wind that blows.
In yonder corner, now to ruin gone,
 The ancient housewife's curtain'd bed appear'd,
 Where she and her man John did sleep alone,
 Nor nightly robber, nor the screech owl fear'd.
There did they snore full oft' the whole night out,
 Smoking the sable pipe, 'till that did fall,
 Reft from their jaws by Somnus' sleepy rout,
 And on their faces pour'd its scorched gall.
And in the compass of yon' smaller gang,
 The swain Batavian once his courtship made,
 To some Dutch lass, as thick as she was long;
 "Come then, my angel, come," the shepherd said,
"And let us for the bridal bed prepare;
 For you alone shall ease my future life,
 And you alone shall soften all my care,
 My strong, my hearty, and industrious wife."
Thus they—but eating ruin now hath spread
 Its wings destructive o'er the antique dome;
 The mighty fabrick now is all a shed,
 Scarce fit to be the wand'ring beggar's home.
And none but me it's piteous fate lament,
 None, none but me o'er it's sad ashes mourn,
 Sent by the fates, and by Apollo sent,
 To shed their latest tears upon it's silent urn.

[214] This is the germ of the poem, "The Deserted Farm-House," Vol. I, p. 40, supra. A comparison of the two versions will illustrate the thorough way in which Freneau often revised his poems.

B. LIST OF OMITTED POEMS.

It has been found necessary for various reasons to omit some of the poems that appear in the various editions of Freneau. For the most part this omitted material has no historic or poetic significance. Nothing would be gained by resurrecting it. It is only just to the poet, however, to state that aside from a single piece, nothing has been omitted on account of coarseness alone. In each case the earliest known title is given in the list that follows. When a title was significantly changed in later editions, the variation has been given in a foot note, with date of edition.

From the 1786 Edition.

Epitaph Intended for the Tombstone of Patrick Bay, an Irish Soldier and Innholder, Killed by an Ignorant Physician.—1769.[215]

Epitaph on Peter Abelard. From the Latin.

The Distrest Orator. [Occasioned by R—— A——'s memory failing him in the midst of a public discourse he had got by rote.][216]

The Retort.[217]

The Flagellators.

Humanity and Ingratitude; A Common Case. [From the French.] December 1784.[218]

Elegaic Verses on the Death of a favorite Dog, 1785.[219]

The Five Ages.

New Year's Verses, Addressed to the Customers of the Pennsylvania Evening Post, by the Printer's Lad who carries it. January 4, 1783.

The Literary Plunderers.[220]

From the 1788 Edition.

The Scornful Lady.

The Prisoner.

Few Honest Coblers; A Poem. In Imitation of Dr. Watts's Indian Philosopher.

The Almanac Maker.

Female Caprice; or, the Student's Complaint.

The Drunken Soldier. A Parody.

St. Preux to Eloisa.

The Fiddler's Farewell.[221]

The Modern Miracle.[222]

The Dull Moralist.[223]

The Misfortune of March. [Written in the pastoral style of the old British Poets.][224]

Elegaic Lines.

Highland Sawney.[225]

From the 1795 Edition.

Epistolary Lines on the Death of a Fiddler.

Farmer Dobbins's Complaint.

The Debtor's Soliloquy.

The Fair Buckle-Thief.

Advice to the Ladies, Not to Neglect the Dentist.

Lines to the memory of a young American Lady; who died soon after her Arrival in London.

The Market Girl.

Elegaic Stanzas on a Young Gentleman Drowned in a Mill-Pond.

The Drunkard's Apology.[226]

On a Painter who was Endeavouring to Recover, from Memory, the Features of a Deceased Young Lady.

Marriage A-la Mode; (Or the Run-a-way Match.)

The Bridge of Delaware.

Minerva's Advice.

Mars and Venus.

Charity A-la-Mode.[227]

The Invalid.

Under the Portraiture of Martha Ray.

Epistle to a Gay Young Lady that was Married to a Doating old Deacon.[228]

The Menace.[229]

The Prudent Philosopher.

The Origin of Wars.

Lines Written in a Severe February on a Shad, &c., caught in a Mild January.

Epitaph on Frederick the Second, late King of Prussia. [From the French.]

A Dialogue between Shadrach and Whiffle.

To the memory of a Lady.[230]

To Clarissa: a handsome Shop-Keeper.

To Cynthia.

To a Very Little Man, Fond of Walking with a Very Long Cane.

The Rural Bachelor.

To Messieurs Fungus, Froth, and Co.

Shadrach and Pomposo: A Tale.

On Pest-Eli-Hali, the Traveling Speculator.[231]

Elegiac lines on a Theological Script-Monger.

On the Approaching Dissolution of Transatlantic Jurisdiction in America.

From the 1809 Edition.

Translation of the Third Elegy of the First Book of Ovid's Tristia.

Description of the Plague which Happened at Athens ... From the Sixth Book of Lucretius on the Nature of Things.

Love's Suicide. Stanzas Intended for the Tomb Stone of a Person who Killed Himself in Consequence of his Suit being Rejected by a Young Lady.

Translation, from Ovid's Tristia. Book 3d, Elegy 3d.

Stanzas Written near a Certain Clergyman's Garden.

On a Nocturnal View of the Planet Jupiter, and several of his Satellites, through a Telescope.

The Fading Rose.

A College Story.

On a Man Killed by a Buffaloe (or wild Cow.)

To the Dog Sancho, on his being Wounded in the Head with a Sabre, in a Midnight Assault and Robbery, near the Neversink Hills, 1778.

Science, Favourable to Virtue.

Reflections on the Constitution, or Frame of Nature.

On the Powers of the Human Understanding.

Lines Written in a very Small Garden.

Nereus and Thetis.

A Usurer's Prayer.

Suicide: the Weakness of the Human Mind. A Marine Anecdote.

The Gougers: on Seeing a Traveller Gouged, and otherwise ill treated by some Citizens of Logtown, near a Pine Barren.

Lines written for Mr. Ricketts, on the Exhibitions at his Equestrian Circus.

Monumental Lines, Addressed to a Disconsolate Person, that was Successively Enamoured of Two Sisters, who Died of a Consumption within about Two Years of Each other, in the Prime of Youth and Beauty.

Esperanza's March: being Stanzas, Addressed to a Person who Complained "He was always unfortunate."

From the 1815 edition.

The New Age; or Truth Triumphant.

On Superstition.

The Royal Apprentice, A London Story.

The Modern Jehu; or, Nobility on Four Wheels.

On a Lady, Now Deceased, that had been both Deaf and Blind Many Years.

The Mistake; a Modern Short Story.

Lines written in a french novel, Adelaide and Durval.

Human Frailty.

On Happiness, as proceeding from the practice of Virtue.

Ode to Good Fortune.

Reflections on doctor Perkins' metallic points, or tractors.

Publius to Pollia. Supposed to have been written during a cruising expedition.

On the Uniformity and Perfection of Nature.

Translation of Gray's Ode, Written at the grand Chartreuse.

On the Universality and Other Attributes of the God of Nature.

On the Religion of Nature.

The Reward of Innocence.

On the Evils of Human Life.

The Scurrilous Scribe.

Belief and Unbelief: humbly recommended to the serious consideration of creed makers.

Susanna's Tomb.

Stanzas on a Political Projector, who was making interest, to be employed on an embassy to Constantinople.

Nature's Debt.

New Year's Eve.

The Order of the Day: to readers of the history of wars ancient and modern.

The Bethlehemite; or, fair solitary.

The Hermit and the Traveller.

Lines on the Establishment of the New Theatre, and the management of the house being placed in the hands of Mr. Cooper.

The Musical Savage. Supposed to express, to the musician, the extatic emotions of a missouri indian, on his first hearing the violin played, or band of music, that accompanied captain Lewis on his expedition to the Columbia-River.

Epitaph on a worthy person, whose decease closed a series of fortune and misfortune in his 50th year.

Written at Poplar-Hill,—Pennsylvania.

The Blast of November. Occasioned by a fatal accident on the Hudson.

The Duelists.

On Seeing a Beautiful Print of a Shipwrecked Sailor sitting on a Rock.

Heaving the Lead: a Marine Story, Founded on Fact.

Translated from the Third Book of Lucretius de natura rerum, or, On the nature of Things.

The Two Genii: Addressed to a young Lady, of a consumptive habit, departing from New-York, by sea, for South-Carolina, in 1805.

The Hypochondriac.

On Finding a Terrapin in the Woods, which had A. D. 1756 Marked on the Back of his Shell.

Pythona: or the Prophetess of En-Dor.

To Ismenia.

[215] Epitaph Intended for the Tombstone of Patrick Bay, Innholder, Killed by an Ignorant Physician.—1809.

[216] Lines on a Distrest Orator, at a Public Exhibition.—1809. This was an undergraduate skit by Freneau on his college mate Robert Archibald, of the Class of 1772.

[217] To My Lord Snake, [A Title Hunter.]—1795. The Impertinent.—1809.

[218] Humanity and Ingratitude, A Common Case. [Translated from the French.]—1795.

[219] To a Deceased Dog.—1795.

[220] Devastations in a Library.—1795. On Devastations Committed in a Bookseller's Library, by Rats, Mice, &c.—1809.

[221] The Minstrel's Complaint.—1795.

[222] Susanna's Revival.—1795.

[223] To the Grand Mufti.—1795.

[224] Palaemon: or, the Skaiter.—1795.

[225] Highland Sawney, or the Emigrant Beau.—1795.

[226] An Apology for Intemperance.—1809.

[227] Merchantile Charity.—1809.

[228] The Preposterous Nuptials: or, January and June.—1809.

[229] The Nova Scotia Menace.—1809.

[230] To the Memory of Mrs. Burnet of Elizabeth-town, N. J. By Request.—1809.

[231] On a Travelling Speculator.—1809.

C. BIBLIOGRAPHY OF THE POETRY OF PHILIP FRENEAU

The following is a list of the individual and collected poetical publications of Freneau. For a more complete view of the poet's literary activities the reader is referred to the painstaking and admirable "Bibliography of the separate and collected works of Philip Freneau," by Mr. Victor Hugo Paltsits (N. Y., Dodd, Mead & Co., 1903). Opportunity has been taken here to bring the list up to date, to correct a few omissions and errors in Mr. Paltsits' volume, and to locate copies whose existence he overlooked. To avoid confusion the abbreviations used by him have been retained, viz: AAS = American Antiquarian Society, Worcester, Mass.; BA = Boston Athenæum, Boston, Mass.; BM = British Museum, London, England; BPL = Boston Public Library, Boston, Mass.; BU = Brown University Library, Providence, R. I.; C = Library of Congress, Washington, D. C.; GSMT = General Society of Mechanics and Tradesmen, N. Y. City; HC = Harvard University Library, Cambridge, Mass.; HSP = Historical Society of Pennsylvania, Philadelphia, Pa.; LCP = Library Company of Philadelphia, Pa.; MHS = Massachusetts Historical Society, Boston, Mass.; NA = New York Public Library, Astor Foundation, N. Y. City; NJSL = New Jersey State Library, Trenton, N. J.; NkPL = Newark Free Public Library, Newark, N. J.; NL = New York Public Library, Lenox Foundation, N. Y. City; NYHS = New York Historical Society, N. Y. City; NYSL = New York State Library, Albany, N. Y.; PU = Princeton University Library, Princeton, N. J.; SPL = Springfield Public Library, Springfield, Mass.

1772

The | American Village,| a Poem.| To which are added,| Several other original Pieces in Verse.| By Philip Freneau, A. B.| [Quotation of two lines from Horace.]

New York:| Printed by S. Inslee and A. Car, on Moor's Wharf.| M, DCC, LXXII.| 12mo; pp. [1]-27, [1].

See Vol. I, xxii, and Vol. III, Appendix A, supra. Copies: BU, C.

1772

A | Poem, | on the | Rising Glory | of | America;| being an | Exercise | Delivered at the Public Commencement at | Nassau-Hall, September 25, 1771. |[Quotation of six lines from Seneca.]|

Philadelphia:| Printed by Joseph Crukshank, for R. Aitken,| bookseller, opposite the London-coffee-|house, in Front-Street.| M, DCC, LXXII.| 12mo; pp. [3]-27.

See Vol. I, xxi, and 49, supra. Copies: BU, C, HSP, MHS, NYHS, PU.

1775

American Liberty,| a | Poem.| [Quotations one line from Virgil and two lines from Pope].|

New-York:| Printed by J. Anderson, at Beekman-Slip.| MDCCLXXV.| 12mo; pp. 3-12.

See Vol. I, 142, supra. Copies: C, LCP.

1775

General Gage's Soliloquy. New York: Printed by Hugh Gaine, 1775.

No printed copy of this has thus far been discovered. A manuscript copy of unknown origin is in the Du Simitière collection of the Library Company of Philadelphia. Endorsed upon it are the words "Printed in New York August. 1775. By Gaine." See Vol. I, 152 supra.

1775

A | Voyage | to | Boston. | A | Poem.| [Quotation of five lines from Shakespeare.] By the Author of American Liberty, a Poem: General | Gage's Soliloquy, &c.|

New-York: Printed by John Anderson,| at Beekman's Slip.| 12mo; pp. [III]-IV, [5]-24.

See Vol. I, 158, supra. Copies: C, LCP, NYHS.

1775

A | Voyage | to | Boston. | A | Poem.| [Quotation of five lines from Shakespeare.]| By the Author of American Liberty, a Poem: General | Gage's Soliloquy, &c.|

Philadelphia: | Sold by | William Woodhouse, | in Front street.| M, DCC, LXXV.| 12mo; pp. [III]-iv, [5]-24.

A reprint of the Anderson edition. Copies: AAS, HSP, NYHS, PU.

1775

General Gage's | Confession,| Being the Substance of | His Excellency's last Conference,| With his Ghostly Father, Friar Francis.| [Quotation of one line from Virgil.]| By the Author of the Voyage to Boston. | A Poem, &c.|

Printed in the Year, 1775.| Small 8vo; pp. [3]-8.

The copy in the possession of the Library Company of Philadelphia is at present believed to be unique. Written on the title page by a contemporary hand are the words "By Gaine. Published October 25: 1775."

1778

The | Travels | of the | Imagination;| a true Journey from | New Castle to London.| To which are added,| American Independence,| an | everlasting deliverance | from | British Tyranny: | a Poem.|

Philadelphia: | Printed, by Robert Bell, in Third-Street.| M DCC LXXVIII.| 12mo.

The main work is by James Murray. Freneau's poem, pp. [113]-126 of the volume, has the title page:

American | Independence,| an everlasting | Deliverance | from | British Tyranny.| A Poem.| By Philip F——, Author of the American Village,| Voyage to Boston, &c.| [Quotation of six lines from Shakespeare.]|

Philadelphia: Printed, by Robert Bell, in Third-Street.| M DCC LXXVIII.|

The same sheets were used to form part VI of "Miscellanies | for | Sentimentalists," published the same year by Bell.

See Vol. I, 271, supra. Copy: HSP.

1779

Sir Henry Clinton's Invitation to the Refugees.

The only evidence at present of the separate publication of this piece is the entry in Frank Moore's Songs and Ballads of the American Revolution (N. Y. 1856, p. 259): "We have it in a ballad sheet, dated 1779."

See Vol. II, p. 7, supra.

1781

The British Prison-Ship:|A | Poem,| in four Cantoes.|

Viz. Canto       1. The Capture,
2. The Prison-Ship,
3. The Prison-Ship, continued,
4. The Hospital-Prison-Ship.

To which is added,| A Poem on the Death of Capt. N. Biddle,| who was blown up, in an Engagement with the | Yarmouth, near Barbadoes.| [Quotation of thirteen lines from Milton.]|

Philadelphia:| Printed by F. Bailey, in Market-Street.| M. DCC. LXXXI.| 12mo; pp. [3]-23.

See Vol. II, p. 18, supra. Copies: BU, LCP, NYHS.

1783

New Year Verses,| Addressed to those Gentlemen who have been | pleased to favour Francis Wrigley, News Car-|rier, with their Custom.| January 1, 1783.| Folio, broadside.

See Vol. II, p. 197, supra. Copy: C.

1783

New Year's Verses, addressed to The Customers of the Pennsylvania Evening Post, by the Printer's Lad who carries it. January 4, 1783.

This is known only through the version in the 1786 edition of Freneau's poems, pp. 383-385. It was undoubtedly first issued as a broadside.

1783

New Year's | Verses | Addressed to the Customers of | The Freeman's Journal,| By the Lad who carries it.| January 8th, 1783.| Folio, broadside.

See Vol. II, p. 198, supra. Copy: C.

1784

New-Year | Verses, | For those who Carry the | Pennsylvania Gazette | to the | Customers.| January 1, 1784.| Small folio, broadside.

Reprinted in the 1786 edition, pp. 387-388; in the 1795 edition, p. 265; and in the 1809 edition, Vol. II, pp. 161-162. In the two latter versions, with the title changed to "A News-man's Address," the original first line:

"How things are chang'd since last New Year"

was altered to read:

"What tempests gloomed the by-past year—"

See Vol. II, p. 238, supra. Copy: HSP.

1784

New Year's Verses, Addressed To the Customers of the Freeman's Journal, by the Lad who carries it. January 7, 1784.

The original broadside has not been found. The only version at present known is in the 1786 edition, pp. 389-390. See Vol. II, p. 240, supra.

1785

New Year's Verses, addressed to the Customers of the Freeman's Journal, by the Lad who Carries it. January 1, 1785.

The first trace of this is to be found in the 1786 edition, pp. 391-393. It was doubtless first issued as a broadside. See Vol. II, p. 284, supra.

1786

New Year's Verses, for 1786. [Written for the Carriers of the Columbian Herald.]

The first trace to be found of this is in the 1788 edition, pp. 142-144. This is signed "Charleston (S. C.) Jan. 1786." It doubtless appeared as a broadside. See Vol. II, p. 301, supra.

1786

The | Poems | of | Philip Freneau.| Written chiefly during the late War.|

Philadelphia:| Printed by Francis Bailey, at | Yorick's Head, in Market street. | M DCC LXXXVI.|

Small 8vo; pp. [v]-vii, [1]-407.

This is the first collected edition of Freneau's poems. See Vol. I, p. xxxix-xli, supra. Copies: BM, BPL, BU, C, HSP, LCP, MHS, NA, NL, NYHS, NYSL, PU.

1787

A | Journey | from | Philadelphia | to | New-York, | by Way of Burlington and South-Amboy.| By | Robert Slender, Stocking Weaver.| Extracted from the Author's Journals.| [Quotation of two lines from Horace.]

Philadelphia; Printed by Francis Bailey, at Yorick's Head, in | Market-street.| M DCC LXXXVII.| 12mo; pp. vi, [7]-28.

See Vol. II, p. 388, supra. Copies: BU, C, NYHS, PU.

1788

New Year's Verses for 1788. [Supposed to be written by the Printer's lad, who supplies the customers with his weekly paper.]

The first trace of this is in the 1788 edition, pp. 393-395. It was doubtless first issued as a broadside for some newspaper. See Vol. II, p. 383, supra.

1788

The | Miscellaneous | Works | of | Mr. Philip Freneau | containing his | Essays,| and | additional Poems.|

Philadelphia:| Printed by Francis Bailey, at Yorick's | Head, in Market Street.| M DCC LXXXVIII.| Small 12mo; pp. xii [1]-429.

The second collected edition of Freneau's poems. It contained no poems that had been published in the first collection. See Vol. I, p. xliii, supra. Copies: BM, BPL, BU, C, HSP, LCP, MHS, NA, NL, NYHS, NYSL, PU.

1794

The | Village Merchant: | A | Poem. To which is added the | Country Printer. | [Four lines from section five of The Village Merchant.]|

Philadelphia: | Printed by Hoff and Derrick,| M, DCC, XCIV.| Small 8vo; pp. [3]-16.

See Vol. II, p. 14, supra. Copies: BU, HSP.

1795

Poems | Written between the Years 1768 & 1794,| by | Philip Freneau,| of | New Jersey: | A New Edition, Revised and Corrected by the | Author; Including a considerable number of | Pieces never before published.| [Pyramid of fifteen stars, followed by two lines of Latin from Page 435.]|

Monmouth | [N. J.] | Printed | At the Press of the Author, at Mount-Pleasant, near | Middletown-Point; M, DCC, XCV: and, of |—American Independence—| XIX.| 8vo; pp. xv, [1]-455, [1].