SIRES AND SONS.

Wild wanton Luxury lays waste the land
  With difficulty tilled by Thrift’s hard hand!
  Then dies the State! — and, in its carcass found,
  The millionaires, all maggot-like, abound.
  Alas! was it for this that Warren died,
  And Arnold sold himself to t’ other side,
  Stark piled at Bennington his British dead,
  And Gates at Camden, Lee at Monmouth, fled? —
  For this that Perry did the foeman fleece,
  And Hull surrender to preserve the peace?
  Degenerate countrymen, renounce, I pray,
  The slothful ease, the luxury, the gay
  And gallant trappings of this idle life,
  And be more fit for one another’s wife.