p. 4 (seq. 7)

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My indignation's roused-- my soul disdains
Nor will I longer stay, where poisonous breath
Of sycophants applause, pollutes the air.

The shameless tyrant snuffs the base perfume
With unrelenting heart, and brazen front,
He rears his guilty head,-- amid the tears
Of Servias virtuous sons,-- whose latest breath,
Will execute a wretch who dare enslave
A generous, free, and independent people.

If ye powers divine,
Ye mark the movements of this nether world
And bring them to account;-- crush, crush these vipers
Who singled out by a community
To guard their rights,-- shall for a grasp of ore,
Or paltry office, sell them to the foe.

(exit Brutus)*

*The above Dramatic extract was deemed so characteristic of the
times and the persons to whom (it then) applied, that it was honoured with the voice of general approbation;-- but before the authoress thought proper
to present another scene to the public, it was taken up and interlarded
with the productions of an unknown hand. The Plagiary swelled
the Adulateur to a considerable pamphlet. This led the authoress of the
sketch when she again resumed the design of bringing the delinquents
on the stage, to give a new title, though Governor Bernard the Brundo of the play, still acts in conjunction with Mr Hutchinson, the Rapatio
of the Adulateur, the Defeat, and the Group.

The intrigues of a corrupt junto in every Colony
were at this period opposed by a band of patriotic writers,
whose free inquiries into the nature and design of gover(n)ment,
the rights of man by inheritence, by feudal tenure, colonization,
or any other social or political compact, did honour to their
abilities, while the dauntless intrepidity of their conduct, their
spirited precision in debate, and the reluctant dread of
being compelled to the last appeal marked their humanity
and dignified the glorious struggle.

One of the first in this
class who drew his pen in defence of the injured Colonies
was Mr James Otis of Boston;-- a gentleman whose genius,