Friday, September 11, 2026

Praises of America 12

 



 As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.


The rivalry between the colonists for the fur trade grew steadily more bitter, and in 1690 (King William's War) Canada undertook the conquest of New York and destroyed a number of frontier towns. The English made some reprisals; Sir William Phips capturing Acadia and Major Peter Schuyler leading a raid into the country south of Montreal, where he defeated a considerable body of French and Indians under Valrennes, in a spirited fight at La Prairie.


THE BATTLE OF LA PRAIRIE


[1691]


That was a brave old epoch,

Our age of chivalry,

When the Briton met the Frenchman

At the fight of La Prairie;

And the manhood of New England,

And the Netherlanders true

And Mohawks sworn, gave battle

To the Bourbon's lilied blue.

That was a brave old governor

Who gathered his array,

And stood to meet, he knew not what,

On that alarming day.

Eight hundred, amid rumors vast

That filled the wild wood's gloom,

With all New England's flower of youth,

Fierce for New France's doom.

And the brave old half five hundred!

Theirs should in truth be fame;

Borne down the savage Richelieu,

On what emprise they came!

Your hearts are great enough, O few:

Only your numbers fail,—

New France asks more for conquerors,

All glorious though your tale.

It was a brave old battle

That surged around the fort,

When D'Hosta fell in charging,

And 'twas deadly strife and short;

When in the very quarters

They contested face and hand,

And many a goodly fellow

Crimsoned yon La Prairie sand.

And those were brave old orders

The colonel gave to meet

That forest force with trees entrenched

Opposing the retreat:

"De Callière's strength's behind us,

And in front your Richelieu;

We must go straightforth at them;

There is nothing else to do."

And then the brave old story comes,

Of Schuyler and Valrennes,

When "Fight" the British colonel called,

Encouraging his men,

"For the Protestant Religion

And the honor of our King!"—

"Sir, I am here to answer you!"

Valrennes cried, forthstepping.

Were not those brave old races?

Well, here they still abide;

And yours is one or other,

And the second's at your side;

So when you hear your brother say,

"Some loyal deed I'll do,"

Like old Valrennes, be ready with

"I'm here to answer you!"

William Douw Schuyler-Lighthall.


Nuff Said


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