A poem on the late distress of the town of Boston. With some remarks of the sudden flight of the ministerial troops, after plundering and destroying the property of the worthy inhabitants, they left the town in the greatest confusion imaginable,

Positive Photostat.; Verse.; Not in Ford.; Not in Evans.
Available also through the Library of Congress web site in two forms: as facsimile page images and as full text in SGML.
2 duplicate copies
Printed Ephemera Collection; Portfolio 39, Folder 26.
Copy scanned: 1