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THE AWFUL MALIGNANT FEVER AT NEWBURYPORT, IN THE YEAR 1796.
AN ELEGIAC EPISTLE to the Mourners, on the Death of FORTY FOUR Persons, who died of a Malignant Fever in Newburyport and the adjacent towns, in the Summer and Autumn of the Year 1796—Together with a short account of that alarming disorder—

LIST of those who died.

MISS Flood, Mr. Davis Lamber, Miss Hannah Cilley. Mr. Zachariah Atwood, aged 48, Mr. Joseph Jewett, aged 44, Major Benjamin Gage, Mrs. Priscilla Gage, his consort. Mrs. Susanna Gage, aged 86, Miss Sally Gage, aged 11, Master Arnold, aged 11, Miss Nancy Stone, aged 21, Miss Phebe Boynton, aged 12, Mrs. Hill, widow, the consort of Mr. Enoch Toppan, aged 63, Dr. John B. Swett; aged 45, Mr. Jacob Boardman, Miss Susanna Moody, Mr. Phineas Atwood, Miss Polly Long, the consort of Mr. Enoch Somerby, Mrs. Sarah Woodhouse, Mr. Jacob Pearson, Mrs. Sarah Boardman, Miss Polly Patten, Mr. James Lord, Mr. J [...]remiah Tyler, aged 34, Mr. John Stone, Mr. Ebenezer Greenleaf, his consort Mrs. Hannah Greenleaf, Miss B [...]tsey Keazer, Mr. Moses Todd, Master Benjamin El [...], Mr. Silas Noyes, aged 43, Miss Mary Nowel, 53, Master John Carnes, the consort of Doctor Charles Coffin, Miss Mary Smith, Mr. David Moody, jun. aged 24, Mr. John Wood Brown, Miss Eleanor Ford. Miss Elizabeth Timmons, Ebenezer Pike, Mr. Moses Rogers, jun. and Mrs. Mary Brazier.

ELEGIAC EPISTLE.

DAUGHTERS of Eve and sons of men
We all must die we know not when.
Nor where nor how—We only know
That very soon we all must go!
And since 'tis so, we ought to be
Prepared for our destiny:
Prepar'd to go at any hour
That he who reigns with matchless pow'r
Thinks fit to call us to th [...] skies,
By his contrivance g [...]d and wise.
Some think they long grim death can shun,
Until their race is nearly run.
They eat and drink, and work and play,
Quite debonair, alert and gay,
And rarely think at all of death
Till he's prepar [...]d to stop their breath.
Others borne down with dismal sorrow,
Expecting they must die to-morrow.
Wide from the track of duty stray,
And shun the sweets of life to day.
All these are wrong in the extreme,
Though to themselves they right may seem—
We oft should think about the grave,
And from above protection crave.
We well our courses ought to run,
And sin and folly ought to shun;
But never baneful grief should chuse,
Nor blessings of the world refuse.
We should not now our friends are gone
Too much their dreadful fates bemoan;
Nor give to grief too great a scope;
We mourn; but yet we've blessed hope—
Hopes that the Sovereign Lord of all,
Who has of late thought fit to [...]ll
So many of our comrades hence,
From all the joys of time and sense,
Has greater joys prepar'd for them;
Joys too sublime for us to name.
This thought should moderate our grief,
This ought to give our souls relief.
Great is our loss we must confess,
And great our sorrow and distress.
The wise, the learn'd, the good and gay,
Quite suddenly were snatch'd away—
The skillful Swett, we see no more!
Good Madam Boardman we deplore!
No art the Doctor's life could save,
And ah! the Lady's in her grave!
Her goodness could not death disarm,
Her lovely beauty could not charm
The ruthless monster in the least;
He plung'd his dagger in her breast
Up to the hilt, without remorse,
Nor did the deed obstruct his course.
Long did the days of darkness last!
Dull were the nights of grief we pass'd.
No sooner had we heard with dread
That a companion good was dead,
Than we had news of others seiz'd
With pains that were not often eas'd,
Till conqu [...]ring death had with his dart
Pierc'd the poor patients to the heart—
The lovely blooming Polly Long
Is worthy of a deathless song:
And many others we have lost,
In whom our hopes are sadl [...] crost,
Are worthy of the same renown,
And are lamented by the town.
Long will our streaming eyes confess
Our sorrow and our deep distress,
While we reflect with silent dread
Upon the virtues of the dead,
Who by this fever have been kill [...]d.
Which has with grief our lodgings fill'd.
But let us not forget to praise
The multiplier of our days,
Who yet bestows upon us life
So free from sickness, grief and strife,
And yet affords us joys sublime,
Which can [...]t be told in prose or rhyme.
He with the fever did engage,
And stop'd the ruthless monster's rage—
He sent us showers like a flood,
Which cleans'd our atmosphere and mud:
And from his sable cloudy car,
His glitt'ring lightnings stream [...]d afar.
He on our side the battle fought,
And brought a happy change about—
Then let us all with joy profound
Forever make his praise resound,
From sea to sea, from shore to shore,
Till we can talk or write no more.

INVITATION to the Inhabitants of Newburyport, who have fled to the Country, on [...]ccount of the Malignant Fever

THE dreadful Fever is no more;
It now no longer can distress us;
Our frightful troubles now are o'er.
And rosy health has come to bless us.
Then blithful swains and lasses gay.
Come from the country, come away.
II.
The trade and commerce of the town
Quite slowly moves with body stooping;
We have not yet deserv'd renown,
And all the sciences are drooping.
Ahoi! ye merchants, do not stay,
Ye men of science come away.
III.
No fever now but that of love,
In all the town remains to harm us;
And that the Ladies can remove,
Though they will never cease to charm us.
Then lovely nymphs without delay
Quick from the country come away.
IV.
Again our smiling streets parade—
Bless me how winning God has made you!
Trip in fine sattins or brocade,
And have the homage proper paid you.
[...] my summons nymphs I pray,
Quick to the city come away.

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