But still your navies lord it o'er the main,
Their keels are natives of our oaken plain,
E'en the proud mast that bears your flag on high,
Grew on our soil, and ripen'd in our sky :
"Know then thyself, presume not us to scan,"
Your pow'r precarious, and your isle a span.—

YET could our wrongs in just oblivion sleep,
And on each neck reviv'd affection weep,
The brave are generous, and the good forgive,
Then say you've wrong'd us, and our Patent live ;
But face not fate, oppose not Heav'n decree,
Let not that curse our MOTHER light on thee.

We now offer the EXTRACTS which justify the
opinion of the Committee, and which exhibit
the flagrancy of the imposition ; but as some may be cu-
rious to know the plan of the Work whence they are
taken, (although it be not precisely pertinent) we will
endeavour to gratify them in a few words.—Our Au-
thor opens with the Peace, he reviews all the military
transactions of Great-Britain in defence of the Colonies,
he recites her wife and benevolent endeavours to improve
their constitutions, he truly represents the confusions
    which