Dear Albion, honour'd, envied land,
How does each patriot heart expand,
To fee this long-wish'd hour!
To fee fweet Peace return'd at length,
Beft guardian of thy wealth, thy freedom, ftrength,
Thy happiness and pow'r!

Yet will forebodings lurk about my breaft:-
Ah, when shall War in lasting slumber reft?
How long fhall dire Ambition's hell-born brood
Haunt the proud tenants of a court,
Holding fubject lives in fport?

How long Philofophy in vain reprove→→
Religion teach of universal love;

Yet man ftill thirst to shed his fellow's blood?
'Mid her new blifs Britannia still must mourn-
Her nobleft children from her bofom torn!
Exalted fpirits, fparks of brightest flame,
The felf-devoted victims 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 arife.
Oh, may the joys that on your fouls attend
The glories even of your names tranfcend!
Long your example Britain's fons fhall fire-
Long the brave champions of her rights infpire;
Your deeds the records of your age shall fill,
Expiring Time fhall know them ftill,
And till they'll wake the lyre!
Yes:-never fhall the mufe forget to pay
To valour fuch as yours the tributary lay!

08. 13.

ANOTHER.

WE hail thy welcome fmile, returning Peace!

See through yon cloud what rifing radiance ftreams; 'Tis the bright glory of thine eye that beams,—

Thy cheek's celestial bloom,

That chafes War's retiring gloom,

And bids the groan of death, the fhrick of anguish, cease.

Ok,

Oh, child of Heav'n! beneath thy facred feet
The broken ftem of love is feen,
Juft putting forth reviving green;

No more on Beauty's breaft its tender bud
Is bath'd with many a hero's blood,-
Its fpringing charms thy genial fmile fhall greet.
Why does that genial fmile expire?
On thy bright cheek the colour dies,
Thy angel bofom heaves with fighs!
What thought of anguish thus destroys,
O lovely Peace, thy earlieft joys?
Why lose thy radiant eyes their charming fire?
Why ftands the fudden forrowing tear
Upon the cheek of gay Delight?
And o'er her brow, of late fo bright,
What tranfient fhadow fteals?

It is, that grateful Britain feels

For those fo lately loft, for thofe fo brave and dear!
Ev'n in the arms of peace, to them is giv'n
The facred figh. Oh fpirits truly mourn'd!
Your patriot breafts with public virtue burn'd.
To Abercromby's fate, on Parker's bier,

Shall we not breathe the figh, and drop the tear, That with the fong 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 lafting bloom.
See round thy steps what forms of gladnefs prefs!
Thy prefence Sorrow's finking heart fhall blefs,
And not a cloud our glowing profpects fhade.
O bathe the widow's bleeding breast with balm,
Sooth the deep wound no human art can close,
Teach her to confecrate her woes,~

To think, that with a husband's blood
She greatly bought the public good;

So fhall the ftorm that rent her heart grow calm.
Ah fee! on Beauty's anxious cheek
What hopes and fears alternate break!
At length he comes-her love returns ;
With all a victor's pride he burns,

And

And with the laurel's vig'rous green'
The rofe of happy love is feen."
Glorious wreath! how fit to blow
On the warrior's graceful brow!

O Thou! whose strength thy people's cause maintain'd,
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 profufely pours
The ftreams of plenty on Britannia's fhores;
Divine Defender! Father, Friend, to thee
Unceafing praise and endless glory be!
Thirsk, Oct. 20.

HARRIET WALKER.

EPIGRAM,

1

ADDRESSED TO THOSE WHO ARE REJOICING IN THE

PEACE.

[From the Heart of Oak.]

THAT no one fhould halloo till out of the wood,

Is a maxim which none can deny ;

And a truth fo important, if well understood,
Difcretion will always apply.

Then a truce to your guns, which feem too much in hafte,
Although omnium and stocks both have rofe:

O do not that powder fo wantonly wafte,

Which, ere long, you may need for your foes!"

October 1801.

ANOTHER CROAK.

[From the fame.]

A BRITON.

BRITAIN! the Gaul exults at length,
And grafps with joy thine olive wand;
The war hath ceas'd thy naval strength
No longer braves a rival's land.

For, lo! thy fons reluctantly obey

Their country's mad beheft, and quit th' expected prey.

Mifguided

Mifguided country! vainly great!
Why court an ignominious peace?
Why condefcend to fupplicate

Thy fall? Why prefs thy foe's release?

What boots it that thine armis tranfcendent fhone,
If vanity reftore what deathlefs valour won?
Britain the fleets of Gallia ride

Safe o'er thy charter'd wide domains;
And, wond'ring as they fkim the tide,
They carol forth their feftive firains;*
And pointing fcornful to thy laurell'd brows,

Bid thee pluck off thy wreath, and tafte dear bought repofe. Cheyne Walk, Chelsea, ARCHILOCHUS.

October 1801.

TREATY OF PEACE

BETWEEN MR. JOB FRIBBLE, TAILOR, OF THE PARISH OF ST. JAMES'S, WESTMINSTER, AND XANTIPPE,

HIS WIFE.

IN

[From the Oracle.]

N the name of conjugal happinefs, we Job and Xantippe Fribble, being willing to put a stop to the dreadful effufion of air which has, from time to time, raifed fuch emotions, and produced fuch a variety of difcordant founds between us during the twelve months that we have lived as man and wife; and feeling a conviction, that if we proceeded as we have heretofore donc, we fhall never obtain the flitch of bacon bestowed at Dunmow, upon the happy few who continue to love each other after marriage; we have refolved that a ceffation of hoftilities fhall take place between us from this day forward till death do us part.

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

Art. I. It is ftipulated that Mrs. Xantippe Fribble fhall not on any account drink more than one pint a day of that cordial commonly called Hollands.-

VOL, VI

Agreed

Agreed to, with the exception of fuch times as Mrs. F. may feel herself afflicted with vapours, and when she receives occafional vifits from her female acquaintances. In these cafes the quantity of strong waters fhall be left to her own difcretion.

. II. Mr. Fribble fhall not, henceforward, throw the goofe at Mrs. F.'s head, as an unlucky blow might occafion the death of poor Mrs. F. and render her beloved husband's appearance at the Old Bailey indifpenfably neceffary.

III. Mr. F. muft not beat his apprentices above once a day, as their cries might occafion an infraction of the treaty, especially if Mrs F. fhould happen to be fluftered. Befides, fuch outrages in a polite neighbourhood might demand the interference of the police.

IV. Mr. Fribble is to confine himfelf principally to his workshop, with the privilege of free egrefs and regrefs 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 jurifdiction of his wife, fhall, on no account, be infefted with goffiping vifitors, 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 permiffion to have a rout once a month.-The latter part of this demand is objected to on the part of Mr. Fribble, except his wife will limit the number of perfons invited to the rout to two hundred, and the expenfe of the entertainment to one hundred pounds. Agreed to with great reluctance by the lady.

VI. For the better prefervation of domestic har

mony,