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Dear Albion, honour'd, envied land,
How does each patriot heart expand,

To see this long-wilh'd hour!
To see sweet Peace return'd at length,
Beft guardian of thy wealth, thy freedom, strength,

Thy happiness and pow'r!
Yet will forebodings lurk about my breaft:-
Ah, when shall War in lafting Number reft?
How long shall dire Ambition's hell-born brood

Haunt the proud tenants of a court,

Holding subject lives in sport?
How long Philofophy in vain reprove

Religion teach of universal love;
Yet man still thirst to fed his fellow's blood?

"Mid her new bliss Britannia still muft mourn

Her noblest children from her bosom torn! Exalted spirits, sparks of brightest flame,

The self-devoted vi&tims of our strife,

Who dauntless facrific'd a valued life
To end the struggle in your country's fame,

Now, wand'ring in your native skies,

To you my grateful thoughts arise.
Oh, may the joys that on your souls attend
The glories even of your names transcend !

Long your example Britain's fons shall fire
Long the brave champions of her rights inspire;
Your deeds the records of your age shall fill,

Expiring Time fhall know them ftill,

And Aill they 'll wake the lyre! Yes :- never thall the muse forget to pay To valour such as yours the tributary lay!

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WE hail thy welcome smile, returning Peace!

See through yon cloud what rising radiance streams; 'Tis the bright glory of thine eye that beams, , Thy cheek's celestial bloom,

That chases War's retiring gloom, And bids the groan of death, the thrick of anguilh, cease.

Oh, Oh, child of Heav'n! beneath thy sacred feet

The broken stem of love is seen,
Just putting forth reviving green ;
No more on Beauty's breast its tender bud

Is bath'd with many a hero's blood, -
Its springing charms thy genial fmile shall greet.
Why does that genial smile expire?

On thy bright cheek the colour dies,
Thy angel bosom heaves with fighs!
What thought of anguish thus destroys,

O lovely Peace, thy earliest joys?
Why lose thy radiant eyes their charming fire?
Why stands the sudden forrowing tear

Upon the cheek of gay Delight?
And o'er her brow, of late so bright,
What transient shadow steals ?

It is, that grateful Britain feels
For those fo lately lost, for those so brave and dear!
Ev'n in the arnis of peace, to them is giv'n

The sacred figh. Oh spirits truly mourn'd!
Your patriot breasts with public virtue burn'd.
To Abercromby's fate, on Parker's bier,

Shall we not breathe the righ, and drop the tear,
That with the song of peace may bear their names to heav'n?
Sweet Peace, the grateful debt is paid !

Turn from the hero's honour'd tomb;
Let thy fair face be touch'd with lasting bloom.
See round thy steps what forms of gladness press!

Thy presence Sorrow's finking heart shall bless,
And not a cloud our glowing prospects fhade.
O bathe the widow's bleeding breaft with balm,

Sonth the deep wound no human art can close,
Teach her to consecrate her woes,
To think, that with a husband's blood

She greatly bought the public good;
So Thall the storm that rent her heart grow calm.

Ah see! on Beauty's anxious cheek
What hopes and ears alternate break!
At length he comes her love returns;
With all a victor's pride he burns,


And with the laurel's vig'rous green
The role of happy love is seen.
Glorious wreath! how fit to blow

On the warrior's graceful brow !
o Thou! whose strength thy people's cause maintainid,
The conflict aided, and the triumph gain'd--
Who form'd the great St. Vincent, good and brave,
and to his arm its gen'rous prowess gave;
Who bade his wisdom raise our naval fame,
And grace the public as the private name;
Whofe ever-gracious hand profusely pours
The streams of plenty on Britannia's Ilores;
Divine Defender! Father, Friend, to thee
Unceasing praise and endless glory be!
Thirsk, Det. 20.




[From the Heart of Oak..!!! THAT no one should halloo till out of the wood,

Is a maxim which none can deny;
And a truth so important, if well understood,

Discretion will always apply.
Then a truce to your guns, which seem too much in haste,

Although omnium and stocks both have rose:
O do not that powder so wantonly waste,
Which, ere long, you may need for your foes!
October 1861.



[From the same.)
BRITAIN ! the Gaul“exufts at length,

And gràfps with joy thine olive wand;
The war hath cens'd thy faval strength

No longer braves a rival's land.
For, lo! thy fons reluctantly obey
Their country's mad beheft; and quit th' expected prey.


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Misguided country! vainly great !

Why court an ignominiuus peace?
Why condescend to supplicate

Thy fall? Why press thy foe's release?
What boots it that thine arms transcendent fhone,
If vanity restore what deathless valour won?

Britain! the fleets of Gallia ride

Safe o'er thy charterid wide domains;
And, wond'ring as they 1kim the tide,

They carol forth their festive sirains ;*
And pointing scornful to thy laurell'd brows,
Bid thee pluck off thy wreath, and tafte dear-bought repose.
Cheyne Walk, Chelsea,

October 1801.




[From the Oracle.]
the name of conjugal happiness, we job and
Xantippe Fribble, being willing to put a stop to the
dreadful effufion of air which has, from time to time,
raised such emotions, and produced fuch a variety of
discordant sounds between us during the twelve months
that we have lived as man and wifç; and feeling a
conviction, that if we proceeded as we have heretofore
done, we shall never obtain the Aitch of bacon bestowed
at Dunmow, upon the happy few who continue to love
each other after marriage; we have resolved that a
cessation of hostilities shall take place between us from
this day forward till death do us part.

From the deranged state of our household, and 10 prevent all future wars between us, we have mutually agreed to lign the following articles :

Art. I. It is stipulated that Mrs. Xantippe Fribble hall not on any account drink more than one pint a day of that cordial commonly called Hollands.-VOL, VI.



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26 Agreed to, with the exception of such times as Mrs. F. may feel herself afflicted with vapours, and when she receives occasional visits from her female acquaintances. In these cases the quantity of strong waters shall be left to her own discretion.

II. Mr. Fribble shall not, henceforward, throw the goose at Mrs. F.'s head, as an unlucky blow might occasion the death of poor Mrs. F. and render her beloved husband's appearance at the Old Bailey indispensably necessary.

III. Mr. F. must not beat his apprentices above once a day, as their cries might occafion an infraction of the treaty, especially if Mrs F. should happen to be flustered. Besides, such outrages in a polite neighbourhood might demand the interference of the police.

IV. Mr. Fribble is to confine himself principally to his workshop, with the privilege of free egress and regress to and from the garden, and ingrefs to the bedroom, which is to be like a free port--open to both parties.

V. It is required, on the part of Mr. Fribble, that the kitchen, dining and drawing rooms, which are to be under the immediate jurisdiction of his wife, hall, on no account, be infelted with goffiping visitors, or gamblers.--Agreed--with the exception, however, of a few female friends, who, by analyzing the actions of their neighbours, promote the love of decency and morality in fociety; and the privilege of an innocent game:at cards every Sunday evening, when Mr. Fribble is at church; together with permission to have a rout once a month.--The latter part of this demand is objectel to on the part of Mr. Fribble, except his wife will limit the number of persons invited to the rout to two hundred, and the expense of the entertainment to one hundred pounds. Agreed to with great reluitance by the lady. VI. For the better prefervation of domestic har


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