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CHORUS.

Broke loofe from Pleasure's glittering chain,
He fcorn'd her foft inglorious reign:
Convinc'd, refolv'd, to Virtue then he turned,
And in his breaft paternal glory-burn'd.

So when on Britain's other Hope fhe fhone,
Like him the royal youth the won:
Thus taught, he bids his fleet advance
To curb the power of Spain and France:
Aloft his martial enfigns flow,
And hark! his brazen trumpets blow!
The wat❜ry profound,
Awak'd by the found,

All trembles around:
While Edward o'er the azure fields
Fraternal wonder wields :
High on the deck behold he stands,
And views around his floating bands
In awful order join:

They, while the warlike trumpet's strain,
Deep founding, fwells along the main,
Extend the embattled line.
Then Britain triumphantly faw
His armament ride
Supreme on the tide,

And o'er the vaft ocean give law.

CHORUS.

Then Britain triumphantly faw
His armament ride
Supreme on the tide,

And o'er the vaft ocean give law.

Now with fhouting peals of joy,
The fhips their horrid tubes difplay,

Tier over tier in terrible array,

And wait the fignal to destroy: The failors all burn to engage: Hark! hark! their fhouts arife, And shake the vaulted fkies! Exulting with bacchanal rage, Then, Neptune, the Hero revere, Whofe power is superior to thine! And, when his proud fquadrons appear, The trident and chariot refign!

CHORUS.

Then, Neptune, the Hero revere,
Whofe power is fuperior to thine!
And, when his proud fquadrons appear,
The trident and chariot refign!

Albion, wake thy grateful voice!
Let thy hills and vales rejoice:
O'er remoteft hoftile regions

Thy victorious flags are known;

Thy refiftless martial legions

Dreadful move from zone to zone;
Thy flaming bolts unerring roll,

And all the trembling globe controul:
Thy feamen invincibly true,
No menace, no fraud, can fubdue:
To thy great trust
Severely jult

All diffonant ftrife they disclaim
To meet the foe,
Their bofoms glow;
Who only are rivals in fame.

CHORUS

Thy feamen invincibly true,
No menace, no fraud, can fubdue:
All diffonant strife they disclaim,
And only are rivals in fame.

For Edward tune your harps, ye Nine! Triumphant ftrike each living string, For him, in extacy divine,

Your choral Io Paans fing!
For him your feftive concerts breathe!
For him your flowery garlands wreathe!
Wake! O wake the joyful fong!
Ye Fauns of the woods,
Ye Nymphs of the floods,,
The musical current prolong?
Ye Sylvans, that dance on the plain,
To fwell the grand chorus accord!
Ye Tritons, that fport on the main,

Exulting acknowledge your Lord!
Till all the wild numbers combin'd,
That floating proclaim
Our Admiral's name,
In fymphony roll on the wind!

снов ORUS.

Wake! O wake the joyful fong!
Ye Sylvans, that dance on the plain
Ye Tritons, that spoft on the main,
The mufical current prolong!

O! while confenting Britons praife,

Thefe votive measures deign to hear;
For thee my Mufe awakes her lays,
For thee th' unequal viol plays,

The tribute of a foul fincere.
Nor thou, illuftrious Chief, refuse
The incenfe of a nautic mufe!"

For ah! to whom fhall Neptune's fons complain,
But him whofe arms unrivall'd rule the main
Deep on my grateful breaft

Thy favour is imprest:
No happy fon of wealth or fame
To court a royal patron came!
A hapless youth, whofe vital page
Was one fad lengthen'd tale of woe,

Where ruthless fate, impelling tides of rage,
Bade wave on wave in dire fucceffion flow,
To glittering stars and titled names unknown,
Preferr'd his fuit to thee alone.
The tale your facred pity mov'd ;
You felt, confented, and approv'd,
Then touch my strings, ye bleft Pierian quire!
Exalt to rapture every happy line!
y bofom kindle with Promethean fire!
And fwell each note with energy divine.
No more to plaintive founds of woe
Let the vocal numbers flow!
erhaps the Chief to whom I fing
May yet ordain aufpicious days,
To wake the lyre with nobler lays,
Ad tune to war the nervous ftring.

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DEMAGOGUE.

OLD is the attempt, in there licentious times,
When with fuch towering ftrides Sedition
climbs,

With fenfe or fatire to confront her power,
And charge her in the great decisive hour:
Bold is the man, who, on her conquering day,
Stands in the pass of fate to bar her way:
Whofe heart, by frowning arrogance unaw'd,
Or the deep-lurking fnares of fpecious fraud,
The threats of giant-faction can deride,
And ftem, with stubborn arm, her roaring tide.
For him unnumber'd brooding ills await,
Scorn, malice, infolence, reproach, and hate:
At him, who dares this legion to defy,
A thousand mortal fhafts in fecret fly;
Revenge, exulting with malignant joy,
Purfues the incautious victim to destroy :
And Slander strives, with unrelenting aim,
To fpit her blafting venom on his name:
Around him Faction's harpies flap their wings,
And rhyming vermin dart their feeble ftings:
In vain the wretch retreats, while, in full cry,
Fierce on his throat the hungry blood-hounds fly.
Inclos'd with perils thus the conscious Muse,
Alarm'd, tho' undismay'd, her danger views.
Nor fhall unmanly terror now controul
The strong refentment struggling in her foul;
While indignation, with refiftless strain,
Pours her full deluge thro' each swelling vein
By the vile fear that chills the coward breast,
By fordid caution is her voice fuppreft,
While Arrogance, with big theatric rage,
Audacious ftruts on Power's imperial stage;
While a'er our country, at her dread command,
Black Difcord, fcreaming, shakes her fatal brand
While, in defiance of maternal laws,
The facrilegious fword Rebellion draws;
Shall he at this important hour retire,
And quench in Lethe's wave her genuine fire?
Honour forbid fhe fears no threat'ning foe,
When confcious Juftice bids her bofom glow?
And while he kindles the reluctant flame,
Let not the grudent voice of Friendship blame
She feels the fting of keen refentment goad,
Tho' guiltlefs yet of Satire's thorny roads

Let other Quixotes, frantic with renown,
Plant on their brows a tawdry paper crown!
While fools adore, and vaffal-bards obey,
Let the great Monarch Ass thro' Gotham bray!
Our poet brandishes no mimic fword,
To rule a realm of dunces felf-explor'd:
No bleeding victims curfe his iron fway;
Nor murder'd reputation marks his way.
True to herself, unarm'd, the fearless Muse
Thro' Reafon's path her steady courfe purfues;
True to herself advances, undeterr'd
By the rude clamours of the favage herd.
As fome bold furgeon, with inferted steel,
Probes deep the putrid fore, intent to heal;
So the rank ulcers that our PATRIOT load,
Shall fhe with cauftic's healing fires corrode.

Yet ere from patient flumber Satire wakes,
And brandishes th' avenging fcourge of fnakes;
Yet ere her eyes, with lightning's vivid ray,
The dark receffes of his heart difplay;
Let candour own th' undaunted pilot's power,
Felt in fevereft danger's trying hour!
Let Truth confenting, with the trump of Fame,
..His glory, in aufpicious strains, proclaim!
He bade the tempeft of the battle roar,
That thunder'd o'er the deep from fhore to fhore.
How oft, amid the horrors of the war,
Chain'd to the bloody wheels of Danger's car,
How oft my bofom at thy name has glow'd,
And from my beating heart applause bestow'd;
Applaufe, that, genuine as the blush of youth
Unknown to guile, was fanctify'd by truth!
How oft I bleft the PATRIOT's honest rage,
That greatly dar'd to lafh the guilty age;
That, rapt with zeal, pathetic, bold, and strong,
Roll'd the full tide of eloquence along;
That Power's big torrent brav'd with manly pride,
And all Corruption's venal arts defy'd!
When from afar thofe penetrating eyes
Beheld each fecret hoftile fcheme arife;
Watch'd every motion of the faithless foe,
Each plot o'erturn'd, and baffled every blow:
A fond enthufiaft, kindling at thy name,
I glow'd in fecret with congenial flame;
While my young bofom, to deceit unknown,
Believ'd all real virtue thine alone.

Such then he feem'd, and fuch indeed might be,
If Truth with Error ever could agree!
Sure Satire never with a fairer hand
Portray'd the object the defign'd to brand.
Alas! that virtue should so foon decay,
And Faction's wild applaufe thy heart betray!
The Mufe with fecret fympathy relents,
And human failings, as a friend, laments:
But when those dangerous errors, big with fate,
Spread difcord and distraction thro' the state,
Reafon fhould then exert her utmost power
To guard our paffions in that fatal hour.

There was a time, ere yet his conscious heart
Durft from the hardy path of Truth depart,
While yet with generous fentiment it glow'd,
A ftranger to Corruption's slippery road;
There was a time our PATRIOT durst avow
Those honest maxims he defpifes now.
How did he then his country's wounds bewail,
And at the infatiate German vulture rail !
Whofe cruel talons Albion's entrails tore,
Whofe hungry maw was glutted with her gore!

The mifts of error, that in darkness held
Our reafon, like the fun, his voice difpell'd.
And lo! exhausted, with no power to fave,
We view Britannia panting on the wave;
Hung roung her neck, a millftone's ponderous
weight

Drags down the struggling victim to her fate!
While horror at the thought our bofom feels,
We blefs the man this horror who reveals.

But what alarming thoughts the heart amaze,
When on this Janus' other face we gaze;
For, lo! poffelt of power's imperial reins,
Our chief those vifionary ills difdains!
Alas! how foon the fteady PATRIOT turns!
In vain this change aftonish'd England mourns!
Her vital blood, that pour'd from every vein,
So late, to fill the accurs'd Weftphalian drain,
Then ceas'd to flow; the vulture now no more
With unrelenting rage her bowels tore.
His magic rod transforms the bird of prey!
The millstone feels the touch, and melts away!
And, ftrange to tell, ftill ftranger to believe,
What eyes ne'er faw, and heart could ne'er con-
ceive,

At once, tranfplanted by the Sorcerer's wand,
Columbian hills in diftant Auftria ftand!
America, with pangs before unknown,
Now with Weftphalia utters groan for groan:
By fympathy fhe fevers with her fires,
Burns as the burns, and as the dies expires.

From maxims long adopted thus he flew,
For ever changing, yet for ever true:
Swoln with fuccefs, and with applause inflam'a
He fcorn'd all caution, all advice difclaim'd;
Arm'd with War's thunder, he embrac'd no more
Thofe patriot-principles maintain'd before.
Perverfe, inconftant, obftinate, and proud,
Drunk with ambition, turbulent and loud,
He wrecks us headlong on that dreadful strand
He once devoted all his powers to brand!

Our hapless country views with weeping eyes,
On every fide, o'erwhelming horrors rife;
Drain'd of her wealth, exhaufted of her power,
And agoniz'd as in the mortal hour;
Her armies wafted with inceflant toils,
Or doom'd to perifh in contagious foils,

To guard fome needy royal plunderer's throne,
And fent to fall in battles not their own.
Th' enormous debt at home, tho' long o'ercharg'd,
With grievous burdens annually enlarg'd:
Crush'd with increafing taxes to the ground,
That fuck like vampires every bleeding wound:
Ground with fevere diftrefs th' induftrious poor,
Driven by the ruthless landlord to the door.

While thus our land her haplefs fate bemoans
In fecret, and with inward forrow groans;
Tho' deck'd with tinfel trophies of renown,
All gafh'd with fores, with anguish bending dową,
Can yet fome impious parricide appear,
Who ftrives to make this anguifh more severe ?
Can one exift, fo much his country's foe,
To bid her wounds with fresh effufion flow?

There can; to him in vain the lifts her eyes,
His foul relentless hears her piercing fighs!
Shameless of front, impatient of controul,
He fpurs her onward to Destruction's goal!
Nor yet content on curft Weftphalia's shore,
With mad profufion to exhauft her store,

Sell Peace his pompous fulminations brand,
As pirates tremble at the fight of land:
Still to new wars the public eye he turns;
Defies all peril, and at reafon fpurns;
Till preft with danger, by diftrefs affail'd,
That baffled courage, and o'er skill prevail'd;
Till foundering in the ftorm himfelf had brew'd,
He ftrives at laft its horrors to elude.

Some wretched fhift mutt ftill protect his name,
And to the guiltless head transfer his fhame:
Then hearing modeft Diffidence oppose

His rafh advice, that golden time he chofe;
And while big furges threaten'd to o'erwhelm
The fhip, inglorioufly forfook the helm.

But all the events collected to relate,
Let us his actions recapitulate.

He first affum'd, by mean perfidious art,
Those patriot tenets foreign to his heart:
Next, by his country's fond applaufes fwell'd,
Thruft himself forward into power, and held
The reins on principles which he alone,
Grown drunk and wanton with fuccefs, could own;
Betray'd her intereft and abus'd her truft;
Then deaf to prayers, forfook her in disgust;
With tragic mummery, and most vile grimace,
Rode thro' the city with a woeful face,
As in distress, a PATRIOT out of place!
Infults his generous Prince, and in the day
Of trouble skulks, because he cannot sway!
In foreign climes embroil'd him with allies!
And bids at home the flames of DISCORD rife!
She comes! from Hell the exulting Fury fprings!
With grim Destruction failing on her wings!
Around her fcream an hundred harpies fell!
An hundred demons fhriek with hideous yell!
From where, in mortal venom dipt on high,
Full-drawn the deadliest shafts of fatire fly,
Where Churchill brandishes his clumfy club,
And Wilkes unloads his excremental tub,
Down to where Entick, aukward and unclean,
Crawls on his native duft, a worm obfcene!

With equal pity and regret the Mufe
The thundering ftorm that rage around her views;
Impartial views the tides of Difcord blend,
Where lordly rogues for power and place contend;
Were not her Patriot heart with anguish torn,
Would eye the oppofing chiefs with equal fcorn.
Let Freedom's deadlieft foes for freedom bawl,
Alike to her who govern or who fall!
Aloof fhe stands, all unconcern'd and mute,
While the rude rabble bellow, "Down with Bute!"
While villainy the fcourge of juftice bilks,
Howl on, ye ruffians!" Liberty and Wilkes."
Let fome foft mummy of a peer, who stains
His rank, fome fodden lump of afs's brains,
To that abandon'd wretch his fanction give;
Support his flander, and his wants relieve!
Let the great hydra roar aloud for Pitt,
And power and wisdom all to him fubmit!
Let proud Ambition's fons, with hearts severe
Like parricides, their mother's bowels tear!
Sedition her triumphant flag difplay,
And in embodied ranks her troops array!
While coward juftice, trembling on her feat,
Like a vile flave defcends to lick her feet!
Nor here let Cenfure draw her awful blade,
If from her theme the wayward mufe has stray'd!
Sometimes the impetuous torrent, o'er its mounds
Redundant bursting, fwamps the adjacent grounds
But rapid, and impatient of delay,
Thro' the deep channel ftill purfues its way.

Our pilot now retir'd, no pleasure knows,
But every man and measure to oppose;
Like fop's cur, ftill fnarling and perverfe,
Bloated with envy, to mankind a curfe,
No more at Council his advice will lend,
But with all others who ad vife contend:
He bids diftraction o'er his country blaze,
Then, fwelter'd with revenge, retreats to Hayes*:

*After reflecting on the various events by which this extraordinary perfon is characterised, we cannot

While with unnumber'd wings, from van to refift the temptation of quoting a few anecdotes from

rear,

Myriads of nameless buzzing drones appear:
From their dark cells the angry infects fwarm,
And every little fting attempt to arm.
Here Chaplains, Privileges, moulder round,
And feeble Scourges rot upon the ground:
Here hungry Kenrick ftrives, with fruitless aim,
With Grub-street flander to extend his name:
At Bruin flies the flavering, fnarling cur,
But only fills his famifh'd jaws with fur.
Here Baldwin fpreads the affaffinating cloke,
Where lurking rancour gives the fecret ftroke;
While gorg'd with filth, around this fenfelefs block,
A fwarm of fpider-bards obfequious flock:
While his demure Welch Goat, with lifted hoof,
In Poet's-Corner hangs each flimfy woof;
And frisky grown, attempts, with aukward prance,
On Wit's gay theatre to bleat and dance.
Here, feiz'd with iliac paffion, mouthing Leech,
Too low, alas! for Satire's whip to reach,
From his black entrails, Faction's common fewer,
Difgorges all her excremental ftore,

Machiavel, relative to a man of a very fingular complexion and conftitution, who was alfo diftinguished by a train of incidents pretty nearly refembling thofe we have mentioned above; although he poffibly never anticipated the fimilitude of fortune and character that might happen between him and any of his progeny. Speaking of the government of Florence, our hiftorian informs us, that, "Luca Pitt, a bold and refolute man, being now made gonfalionere of juftice, having entered upon his office, was very importunate with the people to appoint a balia; but perceiving it was to no purpofe, he not only treated thofe that were members of the council with great infolence, and called them opprobrious names, but threatened them, and foon after put his threats in execution: for having filled the palace with armed men, on the eve of St. Lorenzo, in the month of Auguft 1453, he called the people together into the Piazza, and there compelled them, by force of arms, to do that which they would not fo much as hear of before. Pitt had alfo very rich prefents, not only from Cofimo and the figniory, but from all the principal citizens, who vied with each other in their generofity to him; fo

* Certain poems intended to be very fatirical; but that it was thought he had above twenty thousand alas! we refer our reader to the Reviews.

ducats given him at that time; after which he be

came

Swallows the penfion; but, aware of blame, Transfers the profer'd peerage to his dame. The felon thus of old, his name to fave, His pilfer'd mutton to a brother gave.

To generous Albion pour'd forth all her pain,
To whom the wretched never wept in vain.
She heard, and inftant to relieve her flew,
Her arm the gleaming sword of vengeance drew;

But should fome frantic wretch, whom all men Far o'er the ocean wave her voice was known,

know

To nature and humanity a foe,

Deaf to the widow's moan and orphan's cry,
And dead to fhame and friendship's focial tie;
Should fuch a mifcreant, at the hour of death,
To thee his fortunes and domains bequeath;
With cruel rancour wrefting from his heirs
What nature taught them to expect as theirs;
Would'st thou with this detefted robber join,
Their legal wealth to plunder and purloin?
Forbid it, Heaven! thou canst not be fo base,
To blast thy name with infamous difgrace!
The mufe who wakes, yet triumphs o'er thy hate,
Dares not fo black a thought anticipate:
By Heaven, the Mufe her ignorance betray's
For while a thousand eyes with wonder gaze,
Tho' gorg'd and glutted with his country's ftore,
The vulture pounces on the shining ore;
In his strong talons gripes the golden prey,
And from the weeping orphan bears away.

The great, th' alarming deed is yet to come,
That, big with fate, strikes Expectation dumb.
O! patient, injur'd England, yet unveil
Thy eyes, and liften to the Mufe's tale,
That true as honour, unadoɗn'd with art,
Thy wrongs in fair fucceffion fhall impart.

Ere yet the defolating god of war Had crufh'd pale Europe with his iron car, Had fhook her fhores with terrible alarms, And thunder'd o'er the trembling deep, To arms! In climes remote, beyond the setting fun, Beyond th' Atlantic wave, his rage begun Alas! poor country, how with pangs unknown To Britain did thy filial bofom groan! What favage armies did thy realms invade, Unarm'd, and diftant from maternal aid! Thy cottages with cruel flames confum'd, And the fad owner to deftruction doom'd; Mangled with wounds, with pungent anguish torn, Or left to perish naked and forlorn! What carnage reek'd upon thy ruin'd plain! What infants bled! what virgins fhriek'd in vain! In every look diftraction feem'd to glare, Each heart was rack'd with horror and defpair. To Albion then, with groans and piercing cries, America lift up her dying eyes;

That shook the deep abyfs from zone to zone;
She bade the thunder of the battle glow,
And pour'd the storm of lightning on the foe:
Nor ceas'd till, crown'd with victory complete,
Pale Spain and France lay trembling at her feet +.

Although our author has no prefent inclination to enter into political controverfy, yet he cannot avoid citing an article from one of the modern dictionaries, which in fome manner is connected with this part of his fubject, and exhibits a view of the fidelity and gratitude of our fellow-fubjects in Ame

rica.

We are informed in the article referred to, that a" cartel in the marine is a fhip provided in time of war to exchange the prisoners of any two hoftile powers; alfa to carry any particular requeft or propofal from the one to the other: for this reafon fhe is particularly commanded to carry no cargo or arms, only a fingle gun for firing fignals.

"Our honeft Americans however, who have fa farely grieved of late for paying a small part of the great taxes of this country, although demanded for their own particular protection, made not only na fcruple to difobey and defpife this regulation of cartels during the late war, but, on the contrary, gave continual fupplies of provifions to our enemies in the Weft-Indies, and thereby recovered them, and recruited their fallen fpirits, at a time when they were gafping under the weight of our arms. With fa much addrefs, indeed, did thefe oppreft and unfortunate traders conduct this fcheme, that ten or twelve cartels being laden at the fame time with beef, pork, bread, flour, &c. failed together for the French iflands, and, in order to evade the ftrict examination of our fhips of war, were provided with a guardian privateer, equipped by the fame expert owners, to feize their own veffels, and direct their courfe to the places of their first destination; but if they were examined by our fhips of war, to an English port. But this clumfy trick did not long efcape the vigilance of our naval officers, who found that the fellows fent abroad, by way of commanders or prize-mafters, were utterly ignorant, and incapable of piloting any fhip; and of confequence only fent to elude their fcrutiny.

"The most bare-faced effrontery, however, that was ever committed of this kind, was the feizing an armed veffel, fitted in Philadelphia, to take thefe illegal cartels. She was commanded by a gentleman, whom the majority of the merchants in that city

came fo popular, that the city was no longer governed by Cofimo di Medici, but by Luca Pitt. This infpired him with vanity,After this he had recourfe to very extraordinary means; for he not only extorted more and greater prefents from the chief citizens, but also made the commonalty fupply him with work-joined to oppofe and diftrefs. They employed a craw men and artificers." MACHIAVEL's Hift, Florence. This has an unlucky refemblance to a certain great perfon's driving through the city with borrowed horfes, and being offered to have his horfes unyoked, and his chariot drawn by his good friends the mob. We fhall, in due time and place, give fome account of the fall of Mr. Luca Pitt, and the contempt with which, after fome particular events, he was univerfally regarded.

of ruffians, who feifed his veffel openly, in the most unwarranted and lawless manner, and brought her up in triumph to the town, when the had only five men aboard and fo inveterate was their hatred to the commander, that he was obliged to leave the country precipitately, as being in danger of his life."

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There cannot be a ftronger confirmation of the truth of the above account, than the following letter of Mr. Pitt:

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