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But who are thofe whofe timely aid
The routed ranks of Slavery cheers,
'Midft hofts of tremblers undifmay'd?
My country!-do they call thee theirs?
"Ah! who are thefe," exclaims the hoit
Of patriots, in amazement loft:

"Can Freemen-Freemen wifh t'enthral ?"
Their bofoms heave with generous throes,

Their hearts refufe to call them foes,

And not a Briton drops, but France bewails his fall! *
Source of all guilt and all diftrefs!
Detefted War!-whate'er thy plea,
The votaries of the Prince of Peace
No fellowship can have with thee.
But, when to introduce again
Oppreffion's harpies, Slavery's chain,

And Superftition's glozing crew;
When to perpetuate vice and woe,
Thou bid'ft the ftreams of crimson flow,
What words, invented yet, can paint th'abhorrence due
Sweet Mufe of Hiftory! as thy art
The lamentable scene displays,
I fee the workings of thy heart,
I feel the light'ning of thy phrafe!
Oh! hide it, hide it, Mufe fublime,
Where the keen eye of future Time

The difmal record ne'er may find:
Nor in the number of the
year

Let that opprobrious day appear,

When Freemen join'd the league of Courts against

Mankind!

COLONUS.
Gazetteer.

* It is a fact, that when the French, at the affair of St. Amand, faw the red coats of the English troops---of a nation they were inclined to love before this horrible war broke out---they cried out, with a mixture of furprize and commiferation---" What is it brings these gallant Englishmen here, to fight against the defenders of liberty, and of their country?"

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A SAILOR'S LETTER.

OUR Honour must know that I am just returned from a long voyage; and that, on my coming ainore, I met my old mefimate, Jack Spritfail, under a jury-maft, he having had his ftarboard prop carried away in fome fight with the French, under my old Commodore Howe, in which, it feems, the Mounfeers were fwinged. Jack has given me a mefs of news; but I cannot believe half of it, unless I hear it confirmed by your Honour. When I fet fail, the English army had taken the Dutch in tow, with fome other outlandish fellows, who, I think, are I think, are called Auftrians and Pruffians; they had run down the French army, and upfet Landrecies, a place which ftood in their way, and were getting a-head at the rate of nine knots an hour, on their march to fome fresh-water port, which I think they call Paris. Now Jack tells me that I had no fooner cleared the land, than the French, under Mounfeer Pichegru, fteered feveral points from the wind at firft; but prefently luffed up, and broke the line at Menin and Courtray: that the Duke of York was obliged to back his fails; and that, when he came along-fide the French, they made him broach to, and almost fet him on his beam-ends; that the Duke sheered off; and that the French fteered directly after him all the way into Holland, giving him feveral broadfides by the way; and that they have recaptured Valenciennes, Conde, and all the Duke's other prizes.

Jack alfo tells me, that fome ftrange things have happened at home; as how that the Habeas Corpus Act, which is the main-maft of English liberty, has been fprung; and that Mr. Pitt, our head boatswain, has thrown Horne Took, and feveral of his old messmates, into limbo. These things are all fo ftrange, that I know not how to believe them till they are confirmed by you; but as your Honour knows of every thing that is a-float, I hope you will fend me a line at the Bowl of Grog. Let me know whether you think

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the Duke of York will be able to repair his damages, and tack about again. I hope to make another voyage at the present high wages.

I am your humble fervant to command,

JOHN OAKUM.
Chronicle.

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A DIALOGUE.

The Alarmifts.

you not fee those men upon the heath ?-A ftrange, four-looking gang, with a Parfon at

their head.

John Bull. I think I do; but I am somewhat nearfighted.

Alarmifts. There have been many robberies committed on this heath formerly.

John Bull. So I am told.

Alarmifts. You heard of the terrible fire laft night

over the river at Gaulftown?

John Bull. I did.

Alarmifts. A most shocking fact-supposed to have been fet on fire by the gypfies. There was horrid plundering and murdering; and several women and children found roafted in the rubbish.

John Bull. Indeed!

Alarmifts (fignificantly.) Those people must be the very gypfies.

John Bull. They are coming this way, fure enough. Alarmifts. Highwaymen of the worst fort! You had better be upon your guard. Houfe-breakers, footpads, pick-pockets, fortune-tellers, all in one! There are feveral foreign_ruffians come over lately to join them. John Bull. I have a deal of property about me. Alarmifts. The foldiers are very near; we had better fee them to ftand by us.

John Bull. Aye, do, do.

A By-ftander. Really, Sir, there is no danger.
John Bull. No danger, wretch! I suppose you are

in league with the rogues. Precaution is always prudence.

Alarmifts (feverally.) Let me take charge of your watch, Sir.Give me your gold, Sir.-I'll keep your pocket-book-thefe bank-notes are better detroyed, Sir. Will you not take out your buckles too?

John Bull. You are really very kind, gentlemenbut now I begin to fee the men plainer; I think I know them. O yes, perfectly. They are only the people. that come from the Dipper's meeting. You may return me my property, gentlemen.

of.

Alarmifts. That, Sir, is impoffible; 'tis all difpofed

John Bull. Difpofed of! How disposed of? I might as well have given it to those poor fellows. 'Tis all one to me whom I am robbed by.

Alarmifts. True, Sir; but it is not all one to us.

CHINESE LETTER

Chronicle.

FROM FI-TI-LI, IN LONDON, TO HIS FRIEND LINGCHING-SING, AT PEKIN *.

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[Tranflated from the Original.]

Ling-ching-fing, my friend,

Am forry that I cannot give thee a more favourable account of these iflanders than what thou wilt find in this letter. I expected to meet with a very polished people; but I fear they are far, very far indeed, from a ftate of civilization. One of their principal marks of barbarism is their fondness for war; for I understand that they are always either engaged in hoftilities with fome nation or other, or employed in preparations to attack their neighbours.

In this their paffion there is one thing very curious; which is, that at the beginning of a war, they always

*This Letter appeared a few days after Lord Howe's victory on the 1ft of June.

think it the fineft, the moft glorious, and the most neceffary thing in the world: but, at the end of seven or eight years, and by the time they have spent all their money, they begin to fcratch their heads, and to discover that they have been fighting about they know not what, or at beft about fome bubble that they have loft fight of during the conteft.

The fun has now performed one great revolution and a half fince the governors of this ifland, which is the corn-market of half Europe, forbade their fubjects to fell any wheat to a neighbouring nation called the French. They faid they were very kindly difpofed towards the French; they did not mean them any harm; they only wished to ftarve them. This the French, however, did not understand; and, added to fome other provocations, it brought on a war between the two countries, which continues to be carried on with the greatest fury.

A few days ago, news was brought, that their fleet had fought with that of the enemy, and had taken fix of their great war-junks. I thought that, upon the obtaining of fuch an advantage, they would have gone quietly, as we should do in China, to compliment and congratulate their friends, and that they would have afterwards retired to reft with a mixed fentiment of pleafure and pain; for the fix damaged junks of the French were purchased with the blood of a thoufand of their countrymen. But, inftead of that, for three fucceffive nights, they ran about the streets, fhouting and roaring like madmen; letting off fire-pans of all fizes; firing crackers, which they learned to make of us Chinese; and breaking the windows, and fetting fire to the houses of the more peaceable inhabitants.* What aftonished me most was, that, during the whole three nights, their government made no attempt to check this riot and devaftation: and yet (would you believe it, Ling-ching-fing?)

* Among others, the house of Earl Stanhope was attacked: the windows were broken, and an attempt made to fet it on fire, by a Church and King mob,

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