VOL 1.

THE

ANTI-GALLICAN.

NUMBER IX.

BRITISH VOLUNTEERS.

Patrice volumus vivere cari.

FREEDOM, all hail, endearing name,
Thou soul of bliss, and standard of renown:
Thy charter to each warlike ear proclaim,
Let ev'ry tongue thy sacred influence own,
And all thyself the patriot heart inflame;
And ever o'er our favour'd clime

Let thy protecting sceptre wave sublime,

And triumph o'er the storm and mock the rage of time.

To thee we consecrate our arms;

To thee, our hope, our guardian, and our guide:
For while we gaze on thine auspicious charms,
The life-blood marches in majestic pride,
Responsive to the sound of fierce alarins.

Hark! tis our country's voice we hear:

Shame on the dastard soul that dares to fear,
When her resistless call impels our bold carcer.

Should danger summon to the field,

With conscious worth our breasts are steel'd,
And to their purpose true,

The menaces of death we brave:

Life was the boon our country gave;

And Life our Country's due.

"Twas thus our fathers stemm'd the tide of war,

Devout and loyal to their latest breath;

Exulting virtue hail'd their natal star,

And fame in radiance clad the lurid form of death.

Their deeds the page of hist'ry grace,
And Freedom rears the trophies of their line:
Shall then their sons belie the glorious race?
Or shall we bow before our country's shrine,
And swear the kindred honours to retrace?
I hear the generous murmurs rise;
Your ardent zeal my feeble voice outflies,
And spurns the syren ease, and danger's rage defics,

Say, Britons, on your native coast
Shall frantic vice her hideous revels dare?
Say, shall rebellion's guile delude your host,
And dark oppression with pernicious glare
Wither the warrior's arm, the freeman's boast?
Oh say, from Gallia's blood-stain'd shore,
Say, will ye call Destruction's boundless store,
That Europe may revere the British name no more?

Britannia's thanks your worth shall crown;
Your pow'r the tools of faction shall o'erawe:
The pride of anarchy shall cease to frown,
And wild confusion own the curb of law,
And peace restor❜d shall witness your renown,
Far hence I see the tempest driv'n,

To you the sceptre of controul is giv'n;
All hail ye chosen bands, ye delegates of heav'n.

Ye sons of loyalty, arise,

Ye heirs of glory by the name of free;
An anxious nation on your arm relies:

Far more than life, she gave you liberty,
And calls you to defend the glorious prize.
Arise, and let the high-born soul

Check the first factious thunders as they roll,
And with undaunted zeal the mingling storm controul.

Yes, warriors, while in distant lands,
Beneath the vengeance of our bands,
The Gallic legions bend;

Your might shall bid sedition cease,
And, faithful to the laws of Peace,

Your chartered rights defend.

Check'd in her furious course shall Gallia groan,

While on her pride the deathful bolts are hurl'd:
And Albion reign on her cærulean throne,
Sole Empress of the main-the wonder of the world.

Enhappy

Unhappy Gaul! thine adverse hour
Relies on no protecting power,

But pines in cureless grief:
No comfort checks the bursting sigh,
No joy illumes the tearful eye,
Nor hope vouchsafes relief;
But irreligion stalks in loose array,

And tyranny devours the blasted plain,
And impious hands th' insatiate falchion sway,
And desolation foams o'er myriads of the slain.

LETTER, To the Deputy Lieutenants and Ma gistrates, of the County of Norfolk, on the present alarming situation of the Country: also an ADDRESS to the Norfolk Farmers, and persons of all descriptions, capable of bearing arms, by MAJOR-GENERAL MONEY.

So.

I have not the least doubt of their I know that intentions to do it. there is an army now formed or forming in Holland, whose object is Invasion; when I tell you this, believe me, I have good reason for telling you It is pretty clear that his Majesty's Ministers know it full well, and if they do not know it, and the force of that army destined for England, they are certainly not fit for their situations→→→→ how far they are fit, time will soon discover. I have been told, Gentle men, it is for them to provide for the defence of the Country. But suppose they are not capable of bringing as many men into the field as the exigency of the times requires, which is certainly their present situation; are we to console ourselves with loading them with reproaches after all the evil has happened to us that is likely to happen? Pretty consolation that will be! when perhaps no blame attaches to them. It is not a question now, Gentlemen, whether we ought to have gone to war, or not, but the question is whether we shall tamely look on and see this Country made a Province to France, or ever made the Theatre of War? I have no scrupie in saying, this is an awful crisis; it may appear more so in my eyes than in yours, for I am perfectly of Mr. WINDHAM's 'opinion, that your Militia will at the first onset be unequal to a Mg 2

IT
were a folly, Gentlemen, to sup-
pose, that you are insensible of the
actual situation of this Country; it
were a still greater, to suppose
that you
look on with indifference-yet, from
some cause or other, a supineness or
indifference seems to pervade at this
awful moment all ranks of people.
Do you not know the enemy are now
preparing to invade you? You may say
you have been told they are, and have
been told so often-and yet they have
never dared to do it. But were the
enemy ever until the latter end of the
last war, in possession of such an ex-
tensive line of coast as they are at pre-
sent? of harbours, and the means of
wafting over an army? Had not the
enemy occasion for all their troops to
oppose the Emperor, &c. during the
last war? and have they any declared
enemy now in Europe but the English?
and can they have any other object in
view to annoy us but the invasion of
England, of Ireland, or both? Indeed

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