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Mean while, regardlefs of the royal caufe,
His fword for James no brother fovereign draws,
The Pope himself, furrounded with alarms,
To France his bulls, to Corfu fends his arms.
And though he hears his darling fon's complaint,
Can hardly fpare one tutelary faint;

But lifts them all to guard his own abodes,
And into ready money coins his gods.

The dauntless Swede, purfu'd by vengeful foes,
Scarce keeps his own hereditary snows;
Nor muft the friendly roof of kind Lorrain d
With feafts regale our garter'd youth again:
Safe, Bar-le-duc, within thy filent grove

The pheasant now may perch, the hare may rove:
The knight, who aims unerring from afar,
Th' advent'rous knight, now quits the fylvan war:
The brinded boars may fumber un-dismay'd,
Or grunt fecure beneath the chefnut fhade.
Inconftant Orleans (ftill we mourn the day
That trufted Orleans with imperial fway)
Far o'er the Alps our helpless monarch sends,
Far from the call of his defponding friends.

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Charles the XIIth of Sweden, at the time he was killed before Frederickshall, 1 December 1718, was meditating to disturb the peace of Great Britain, and to affift the Pretender.

After the peace of Utrecht, the Pretender went to refide in the dominions of the Prince of Lorrain.

The Duke of Orleans, Regent of France.

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Such are the terms to gain Britannia's grace!
And fuch the terrors of the Brunswick race!

Was it for this the fun's whole luftre fail'd f,
And fudden midnight o'er the noon prevail'd!
For this did heav'n display to mortal eyes

Aërial knights and combats in the skies!

Was it for this Northumbrian ftreams look'd red,
And Thames driv'n backward show'd his fecret bed!

Falfe auguries! th' infulting victors fcorn!
Ev'n our own prodigies against us turn!
O portents conftru'd on our fide in vain!
Let never Tory truft eclipse again!

Run clear, ye fountains! be at peace, ye skies!
And, Thames, henceforth to thy green borders rife !}
To Rome then must the royal wand'rer go,
And fall a fuppliant at the papal toe?
His life in floth inglorious must he wear,
One half in luxury, and one in pray'r?

His mind perhaps at length, debauch'd with ease,
The proffer'd purple and the hat may please.
Shall he, whofe ancient patriarchal race

To mighty Nimrod in one line we trace,

This refers to the great eclipfe of the fun, which happened on the 22d April 1715. About the fame period, the feveral appearances in the fkies and the northern rivers here mentioned, were confidently faid to have been discovered, and great ufe was made of them, by the enemies of the reigning family, to inftill their prejudices into the mind of the people. The ebbing of the Thames happened on the 14th of September 1716.

In folemn conclave fit, devoid of thought,
And poll for points of faith his trufty vote!
Be fummon'd to his ftall in time of need,
And with his cafting fuffrage fix a creed!
Shall he in robes on ftated days appear,
And English heretics curfe once a year!
Garnet and Faux fhall he with pray'rs invoke,
And beg that Smithfield piles once more may fmoak?
Forbid it heav'n! my foul, to fury wrought,
Turns almoft Hanoverian at the thought.

From James and Rome I feel my heart decline.
And fear, O Brunfwick, 'twill be wholly thine;
Yet ftill his share thy rival will conteft,

And ftill the double claim divides my breaft:
The fate of James with pitying eyes I view,
And wish my homage were not Brunswick's due;
To James my paffions and my weakness guide,
But reafon fways me to the victor's fide.
Though griev'd I speak it, let the truth appear;
(You know my language, and my heart, fincere.)
In vain did falfhood his fair fame difgrace;
What force had falfhood, when he show'd his face!
In vain to war our boaftful clans were led ;
Heaps driven on heaps, in the dire fhock they fled :
France fhuns his wrath, nor raises to our fhame
A fecond Dunkirk in another name:

• Two of the Conspirators in the gunpowder plot, 1605.

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In Britain's funds their wealth all Europe throws,
And up the Thames the world's abundance flows :
Spite of feign'd fears, and artificial cries,
The pious town fees fifty churches rife :
The hero triumphs as his worth is known,
And fits more firmly on his shaken throne.

To my fad thought no beam of hope appears
Through the long prospect of fucceeding years;
The fon, afpiring to his father's fame,
Shows all his fire: another and the fame,
He bleft in lovely Carolina's arms,

To future ages propagates her charms :
With pain and joy at ftrife, I often trace
The mingled parents in each daughter's face;
Half fick'ning at the fight, too well I spy
The father's fpirit through the mother's eye:
In vain new thoughts of rage I entertain,
And ftrive to hate their innocence in vain.

O princess! happy by thy foes confefs'd!
Bleft in thy husband! in thy children bleft!
As they from thee, from them new beauties born,
While Europe lafts, fhall Europe's thrones adorn.
Tranfplanted to each court, in times to come,
Thy fmile celeftial and un fading bloom
Great Auftria's fons with fofter lines shall grace,
And smooth the frowns of Bourbon's haughty race,
The fair defcendents of thy facred bed

Wide-branching o'er the western world shall spread,

Like the fam'd Banian tree, whose pliant shoot
To earthward bending of itself takes root,
"Till like their mother plant, ten thousand stand
In verdant arches on the fertile land:

Beneath her shade the tawny Indians rove,
Or hunt at large through the wide echoing grove.
O thou, to whom these mournful lines I fend,
My promis'd husband, and my dearest friend;
Since heaven appoints this favour'd race to reign,
And blood has drench'd the Scottish fields in vain ;
Muft I be wretched, and thy flight partake?
Or wilt not thou, for thy lov'd Chloe's fake,
Tir'd out at length, fubmit to Fate's decree?
If not to Brunswick, O return to me!
Proftrate before the victor's mercy bend:

What spares whole thousands, may to thee extend.
Should blinded friends thy doubtful conduct blame,
Great Brunswick's virtues will fecure thy fame :
Say, these invite thee to approach his throne,
And own the monarch heav'n vouchfafes to own.
The world, convinc'd, thy reafons will approve;
Say this to Them: but swear to Me 'twas love.

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