We are informed that Benedict Arnold lately ſailed from New-Brunſwick for London. It is ſaid that his reſidence in America, even among the provincial Loyaliſts, was rather uncomfortable; he therefore wiſely preferred being enveloped in the atmoſphere of London to reſiding on a continent which had been the theatre of his traitorous acts, and conſequently the occaſion of more frequent reflections on the infamy of his crimes.
Massachusetts Gazette, November, 1786.
Receipt for apple-pudding, in 1788, with the apple and the pudding left out.
For the HERALD of FREEDOM.
How to make an APPLE PUDDING.
Being a curious, elaborate and ſublime Dissertation,
never before publiſhed.
By YANKEE DOODLE, Eſquire.
(In Continuation.)
Chapter.—How and about NAMES.
Nugæque canoræ. Hor.
I LOOK upon it as the greateſt happineſs of my life, that fortune has given me a name that correſponds with my nature and conſtitution. Patriotiſm is the ſtrongeſt paſſion; and I glory in being a Yankee.—A Yankee is any man born in New-England—and New-England contains the three northern States, and a certain little, peſtiferous, pſeudo Iſland. My countrymen generally have the credit of being a good-natured, pſalm-ſinging, religious kind of men, very honeſt, but plaguy hard in their dealings—inſomuch that a Carolinian or a Georgian frequently ſwear that the very Satan himſelf could never get to windward of them.
This puts me in mind of a ſtory.—A certain Boſton ſea Captain, of a ſloop of 60 tons burthen, coming with a cargo of New-England rum, ſhoes, cheeſe, potatoes, and other valuable commodities, into Broadway, which you muſt know is a very narrow paſſage in the Appomatax, a branch of James River in Virginia.—Before I proceed I muſt acquaint the ſerious reader—and who is there but muſt be ſerious in reading the ſolemn truths I am about to declare—that every iota of what I ſhall delineate in theſe ſacred depoſitories of facts, is TRUTH.——I am now about to elucidate the pſalm-ſinging, religious character of Yankees, by a TRUE STORY, never before publiſhed.——When our Boſton ſea Captain, therefore, came into Broadway, a Virginian comes a-board of him—and as he goes down into the cabbin, had to ſtoop a little, becauſe the cabbin was low—for, as I ſaid before, the ſloop was 60 tons, although our religious ſea-captain entered but 40 tons at the Naval-Office: Howſomever he had a reſerve of conſcience, for the Naval-Officer charged him for light money, when there was not one light-houſe in all the ancient dominion.—But this is nothing to my ſtory.