'Ye generous bands, behold the task-to save British cruelty to American prisoners. Prison-ship. Story of LUCINDA. "But of all tales that war's black annals hold, The darkest, foulest, still remains untold; Cold-blooded CRUELTY! first fiend of hell! Come then, curs'd goddess, where thy votaries reign; Come to New York, their conquering arms to greet, Bark after bark the captured seamen bear, She comes, the fiend! her grinning jaws expand, feet, Slow poisonous drugs and loads of putrid meat; O'er the closed hatches ere she takes her place, But as the infected mass resign their breath, As toss'd thro' port-holes from the encumber'd cave, Corpse after corpse fall dashing in the waveCorpse after corpse, for days and months and years, The tide bears off, and still its current clears; |