No. X.

Jan. 15, 1798.

For the two following poems we are indebted to unknown correspondents. They could not have reached us at a more seasonable period.

The former, we trust, describes the feelings common to every inhabitant of this country. The second, we know too well, is expressive of the sentiments of our enemies.

Loud howls the storm along the neighbouring shore;Britainindignant hears the frantic roar:Her generous sons pour forth on every side,Firm in their country’s cause—their country’s pride!See wild Invasion threats this envied land:Swift to defend her, springs each Social Band:Her white rocks echoing to their cheerful cry,“God and our King!”—“England and Victory!”Yes! happyBritain, on thy tranquil coastNo trophies mad Philosophy shall boast!Though thy disloyal sons, a feeble band,Sound the loud blast of treason through the land;Scoff at thy dangers with unnatural mirth,And execrate the soil which gave them birth;With jaundiced eye thy splendid triumphs view,And give toFrancethe palm toBritaindue:Or,—when loud strains of gratulation ring,[34]And lowly bending to theEternal King,ThySovereignbids a nation’s praise ariseIn grateful incense to the fav’ring skies—Cast o’er each solemn scene a scornful glance,And only sigh forANARCHYandFrance.Yes! unsupportedTreason’sstandard falls,Seditionvainly on her children calls,While Cities, Cottages, and Camps contend,Their King, their Laws, their Country to defend.[35]Raise,Britain, raise thy sea-encircled head;Round the wide world behold thy glory spread;Firm as thy guardian oaks thou still shalt stand,The dread and wonder of each hostile land;While the dire fiends of discord idly rave,And, mad with anguish, curse the severing wave.Queenof theOCEAN, lo! she smiles serene,’Mid the deep horrors of the dreadful scene;With heartfelt piety to Heav’n she turns—From Heav’n the flame of British courage burns—She dreads no power butHiswho rules the ball,At whose “great bidding” empires rise and fall;InHim, on peaceful plain, or tented field,She trusts, secure inHisprotecting shield—Gallia, thy threats she scorns—Britain shall never yield.An Englishwoman.

Loud howls the storm along the neighbouring shore;

Britainindignant hears the frantic roar:

Her generous sons pour forth on every side,

Firm in their country’s cause—their country’s pride!

See wild Invasion threats this envied land:

Swift to defend her, springs each Social Band:

Her white rocks echoing to their cheerful cry,

“God and our King!”—“England and Victory!”

Yes! happyBritain, on thy tranquil coastNo trophies mad Philosophy shall boast!Though thy disloyal sons, a feeble band,Sound the loud blast of treason through the land;Scoff at thy dangers with unnatural mirth,And execrate the soil which gave them birth;With jaundiced eye thy splendid triumphs view,And give toFrancethe palm toBritaindue:Or,—when loud strains of gratulation ring,[34]And lowly bending to theEternal King,ThySovereignbids a nation’s praise ariseIn grateful incense to the fav’ring skies—Cast o’er each solemn scene a scornful glance,And only sigh forANARCHYandFrance.

Yes! happyBritain, on thy tranquil coast

No trophies mad Philosophy shall boast!

Though thy disloyal sons, a feeble band,

Sound the loud blast of treason through the land;

Scoff at thy dangers with unnatural mirth,

And execrate the soil which gave them birth;

With jaundiced eye thy splendid triumphs view,

And give toFrancethe palm toBritaindue:

Or,—when loud strains of gratulation ring,[34]

And lowly bending to theEternal King,

ThySovereignbids a nation’s praise arise

In grateful incense to the fav’ring skies—

Cast o’er each solemn scene a scornful glance,

And only sigh forANARCHYandFrance.

Yes! unsupportedTreason’sstandard falls,Seditionvainly on her children calls,While Cities, Cottages, and Camps contend,Their King, their Laws, their Country to defend.[35]

Yes! unsupportedTreason’sstandard falls,

Seditionvainly on her children calls,

While Cities, Cottages, and Camps contend,

Their King, their Laws, their Country to defend.[35]

Raise,Britain, raise thy sea-encircled head;Round the wide world behold thy glory spread;Firm as thy guardian oaks thou still shalt stand,The dread and wonder of each hostile land;While the dire fiends of discord idly rave,And, mad with anguish, curse the severing wave.

Raise,Britain, raise thy sea-encircled head;

Round the wide world behold thy glory spread;

Firm as thy guardian oaks thou still shalt stand,

The dread and wonder of each hostile land;

While the dire fiends of discord idly rave,

And, mad with anguish, curse the severing wave.

Queenof theOCEAN, lo! she smiles serene,’Mid the deep horrors of the dreadful scene;With heartfelt piety to Heav’n she turns—From Heav’n the flame of British courage burns—She dreads no power butHiswho rules the ball,At whose “great bidding” empires rise and fall;InHim, on peaceful plain, or tented field,She trusts, secure inHisprotecting shield—Gallia, thy threats she scorns—Britain shall never yield.An Englishwoman.

Queenof theOCEAN, lo! she smiles serene,

’Mid the deep horrors of the dreadful scene;

With heartfelt piety to Heav’n she turns—

From Heav’n the flame of British courage burns—

She dreads no power butHiswho rules the ball,

At whose “great bidding” empires rise and fall;

InHim, on peaceful plain, or tented field,

She trusts, secure inHisprotecting shield—

Gallia, thy threats she scorns—Britain shall never yield.

An Englishwoman.

WRITTEN BY THE CI-DEVANT BISHOP OF AUTUN.[36]WITH NOTES BY THE TRANSLATOR.

WRITTEN BY THE CI-DEVANT BISHOP OF AUTUN.[36]

WITH NOTES BY THE TRANSLATOR.

Good Republicans all,The Directory’s callInvites you to visitJohn Bull;Oppress’d by the rodOf a King, and a God,[37]The cup of his misery’s full.OldJohnnyshall seeWhat makes a manFREE;Not parchments, nor Statutes on Paper;And stripp’d of his riches,Great Charter, and breeches,Shall cut aFREECitizen’s caper.Then away, let us overToDeal, or toDover—We laugh at his talking so big;He’s pamper’d with feeding,And wants a sound bleeding—Par Dieu!he shall bleed like a pig!John, tied to the stake,A grand baiting will make,When worried by mastiffs of France;WhatRepublican fun,To see his blood run,As atLyons,La Vendée, andNantz![38]With grape-shot discharges,And plugs in his barges,WithNational Razorsgood store,We’ll pepper and shave him,And in theThameslave him—How sweetly he’ll bellow and roar!What the villain likes worse,We’ll vomit his Purse,And make it the guineas disgorge;For yourRaphaelsandRubensWe would not give two-pence;Stick, stick to thepictures of George.No Venus of stone,But of good flesh and bone,Will do for a true Democrat;When weary with slaughter,WithJohn’sWife and Daughter,We’ll join in a littlechit-chat.The Shop-keeping hoard,The Tenant and Lord,And the Merchants,[39]are excellent prey:At our cannon’s first thunder,Rape,pillage, andplunderTheOrdershall beof the day.French fortunes and lives,French daughters and wives,Havefive honest mento defend ’em!AndBarrasand Co.When toEnglandwe go,Will kindly takeJohn’sin commendam.

Good Republicans all,The Directory’s callInvites you to visitJohn Bull;Oppress’d by the rodOf a King, and a God,[37]The cup of his misery’s full.

Good Republicans all,

The Directory’s call

Invites you to visitJohn Bull;

Oppress’d by the rod

Of a King, and a God,[37]

The cup of his misery’s full.

OldJohnnyshall seeWhat makes a manFREE;Not parchments, nor Statutes on Paper;And stripp’d of his riches,Great Charter, and breeches,Shall cut aFREECitizen’s caper.

OldJohnnyshall see

What makes a manFREE;

Not parchments, nor Statutes on Paper;

And stripp’d of his riches,

Great Charter, and breeches,

Shall cut aFREECitizen’s caper.

Then away, let us overToDeal, or toDover—We laugh at his talking so big;He’s pamper’d with feeding,And wants a sound bleeding—Par Dieu!he shall bleed like a pig!

Then away, let us over

ToDeal, or toDover—

We laugh at his talking so big;

He’s pamper’d with feeding,

And wants a sound bleeding—

Par Dieu!he shall bleed like a pig!

John, tied to the stake,A grand baiting will make,When worried by mastiffs of France;WhatRepublican fun,To see his blood run,As atLyons,La Vendée, andNantz![38]

John, tied to the stake,

A grand baiting will make,

When worried by mastiffs of France;

WhatRepublican fun,

To see his blood run,

As atLyons,La Vendée, andNantz![38]

With grape-shot discharges,And plugs in his barges,WithNational Razorsgood store,We’ll pepper and shave him,And in theThameslave him—How sweetly he’ll bellow and roar!

With grape-shot discharges,

And plugs in his barges,

WithNational Razorsgood store,

We’ll pepper and shave him,

And in theThameslave him—

How sweetly he’ll bellow and roar!

What the villain likes worse,We’ll vomit his Purse,And make it the guineas disgorge;For yourRaphaelsandRubensWe would not give two-pence;Stick, stick to thepictures of George.

What the villain likes worse,

We’ll vomit his Purse,

And make it the guineas disgorge;

For yourRaphaelsandRubens

We would not give two-pence;

Stick, stick to thepictures of George.

No Venus of stone,But of good flesh and bone,Will do for a true Democrat;When weary with slaughter,WithJohn’sWife and Daughter,We’ll join in a littlechit-chat.

No Venus of stone,

But of good flesh and bone,

Will do for a true Democrat;

When weary with slaughter,

WithJohn’sWife and Daughter,

We’ll join in a littlechit-chat.

The Shop-keeping hoard,The Tenant and Lord,And the Merchants,[39]are excellent prey:At our cannon’s first thunder,Rape,pillage, andplunderTheOrdershall beof the day.

The Shop-keeping hoard,

The Tenant and Lord,

And the Merchants,[39]are excellent prey:

At our cannon’s first thunder,

Rape,pillage, andplunder

TheOrdershall beof the day.

French fortunes and lives,French daughters and wives,Havefive honest mento defend ’em!AndBarrasand Co.When toEnglandwe go,Will kindly takeJohn’sin commendam.

French fortunes and lives,

French daughters and wives,

Havefive honest mento defend ’em!

AndBarrasand Co.

When toEnglandwe go,

Will kindly takeJohn’sin commendam.

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