BY dire misfortune driven to despair,
To southern climes our hardy sons repair;
There in a land of fire, disease, and slaves,
Where the FIRST PLANTER is the man of graves,
Where fevers, agues, fogs and dews destroy,
And aid grim death the sexton to employ,
The wretched victims find when 'tis too late,
Their native clime affords a milder fate.
The Federal Herald [Lansingburgh, NY]. September 14, 1789.