“’Wednesday last being the birthday of his Excellency, General Washington, the same was celebrated here by all the true friends of American Independence and Constitutional Liberty with that hilarity and manly decorum ever attendant on the Sons of Freedom.  In the evening an entertainment was given on board the East India ship in this harbor to a very brilliant and respectable company, and a discharge of thirteen cannon was fired on this joyful occasion.’

“A club called a ‘Select Club of Whigs’ assembled in New York on the evening of February 11, and a brief account of the proceedings at its meeting was sent to the New York Gazette, with an amusing song, written, it was stated, especially for this occasion.  The following stanzas will serve as a sample of this effusion of poetical patriotism: 

  Americans, rejoice;
  While songs employ the voice,
    Let trumpets sound. 
  The thirteen stripes display
  In flags and streamers gay,
  ’Tis Washington’s Birthday,
    Let joy abound.

  Long may he live to see
  This land of liberty
    Flourish in peace;
  Long may he live to prove
  A grateful people’s love
  And late to heaven remove,
    Where joys ne’er cease.

  Fill the glass to the brink,
  Washington’s health we’ll drink,
    ’Tis his birthday. 
  Glorious deeds he has done,
  By him our cause is won,
  Long live great Washington! 
    Huzza!  Huzza!

“The following is also an interesting example of newspaper editorial patriotism which appeared in the New York Gazette at the same time:  ’After the Almighty Author of our existence and happiness, to whom, as a people, are we under the greatest obligations?  I know you will answer “To Washington.”  That great, that gloriously disinterested man has, without the idea of pecuniary reward, on the contrary, much to his private danger, borne the greatest and most distinguished part in our political salvation.  He is now retired from public service, with, I trust, the approbation of God, his country, and his own heart.  But shall we forget him?  No; rather let our hearts cease to beat than an ungrateful forgetfulness shall sully the part any of us have taken in the redemption of our country.  On this day, the hero enters into the fifty-third year of his age.  Shall such a day pass unnoticed?  No; let a temperate manifestation of joy express the sense we have of the blessings that arose upon America on that day which gave birth to Washington.  Let us call our children around us and tell them the many blessings they owe to him and to those illustrious characters who have assisted him in the great work of the emancipation of our country, and urge them by such examples to transmit the delights of freedom and independence to their posterity.’