[Part of: “Let Those Flatter Who Fear”: American Independence in Verse.]
August 15, 1765 My Lords, I used to doubt that Boston would oppose The Stamp Act. But Virginia’s Resolutions Have been a siren to the disaffected. Every week, papers called for acts of opposition. I did not think that they would start so soon, Or go so far. Yesterday was found, hanging from a tree, An effigy of Andrew Oliver With label reading: In Praise of Liberty. He was to be the Stamp Act Officer. I ordered that the Sheriff take it down, But he reported that his men Could not do it without danger to Their lives. It then grew dark. The Mob Went down to Mr Oliver’s shop, Called it the Stamp Office, And pulled it to the ground; Then to his house, where they Beheaded and then burned the effigy. Oliver himself they could not find, Else he surely had been murdered. Next day I called the Council, who told me That the Militia would not act against The rioters. At sunset I escaped Here, to the Castle. As I write I see a bonfire burning on Fort Hill. August 16 I’ve heard from Boston: Oliver has declared in public that He’ll resign, and not act in the Office. All say that the Stamp Act shall not be executed here; And that a man who offers stamps will be Killed; and that all the power of Great Britain Shall not oblige them to submit. I am utterly unable to Oppose an insurrection of this kind. August 22 It is my opinion that the worst Should be expected and provided for. I am a prisoner-at-large; Not ten men are here whom I command; I am but Governor in name.