On General Ethan Allen. by the Same

Lo Allen 'scaped from British jails, His tushes broke by biting nails. Appears in hyperborean skies, To tell the world the bible lies. See him on green hills north afar Glow like a self-enkindled star, Prepar'd (with mob-collecting club Black from the forge of Belzebub, And grim with metaphysic scowl, With quill just pluck'd from wing of owl) As rage or reason rise or sink To shed his blood, or shed his ink. Behold inspired from Vermont dens, The seer of Antichrist descends, To feed new mobs with Hell-born manna In Gentile lands of Susquehanna; And teach the Pennsylvania quaker High blasphemies against his maker. Behold him move ye staunch divines! His tall head bustling through the pines; All front he seems like wall of brass, And brays tremendous as an ass; One hand is clench'd to batter noses, While t'other scrawls 'gainst Paul and Moses.