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Then JEFFERIES be silent, for faith you had need, Since you and your colleagues committed those crimes

Which sullied your master, caused thousands to bleed,

And call'd for an ORANGE to cool those hot

times;

Like his mind we suppose,

His Majesty's nose

Truly Roman, his creed tho' is tout antre

chose,

As you'll find when he gloriously comes to entwine

The emblems of UNION with LIBERTY's shrine.

One fifth of November, a gunpowder plot
Went off 'ere its sting it had pow'r to display;
Our fifth of November will ne'er be forgot,

When freedom her ensign unfurl'd in Torbay;
"Nolumus mutari,"

Our laws ne'er shall vary,

Cried Britons, when welcoming WILLIAM and
MARY,

Who landed the Olive and Myrtle to twine,

With emblems of UNION round LIBERTY's shrine,

Then

Then ne'er may the fruit of that landing be lost, And long may Britannia with gratitude own, The views of her enemies ne'er were so crost,

As when WILLIAM and MARY ascended the throne.

May the throne long endure,

And it's virtues ensure

That union which only these realms can secure,

While the Sham'rock, the Rose, and the Thistle, entwine,

Peace, Commerce, and Plenty, round LIBERTY'S

shrine.

Aided by France, the self-expelling King
Seeks Ireland with a well appointed host;
And fulminating proclamations ring,

With mingled clang of arms round Erin's coast.

Towns* won and lost precede the eventful day,
When WILLIAM, leaving to his Consort's care

Which well she husbanded, the regal sway,
Hastens the perils of the war to share.

Kilmore, Coleraine, Inniskilling, Londonderry, &c. &c. were beseiged by one or both parties, and desperately contested.

The

The crown'd opponents meeting either side,
With cautious tactic for the fight provide ;
Here BERWICK's Duke on JAMES's quarry stands,
TYRCONNEL there leads bold Hibernian bands;
And HAMILTON, whose bearing more were prized,
But that his honor, falsely compromised,

Was pledged for WILLIAM with the foe to treat,
While friendship's sacred garb concealed deceit,
LAUZAN and HOCQUENCOURT, in proud array,
Their Gallic and Helvetian ranks display;
A chosen squadron cautious JAMES protects,
Who from a distant hill the war directs.
Opposing, see brave WILLIAM's banner fly,
In all the hope of coming victory;
NASSAU beneath, from rank to rank imparts
The fire of valour to his soldiers hearts.

* General Hamilton had been accredited from King William to make proposals to the Earl of Tyrconnel; he betrayed his trust, and joined him. IIe behaved most gallantly in the field, and was wounded. When taken prisoner, and brought before the King, he was asked whether he thought the Irish would make any further resistance; he answered, "Upon my honor I believe they will, for they have still a good body of horse." William, eying him significantly, replied, "Your honor! Your honor!" an dturned away. He afterwards ordered his wounds to be taken care of. BURNET, FIELD OF MARS, &C.

NASSAU

NASSAU who on that day's impatient eve
Such mark'd escape from slaughter found,*
That foes, who what they wish believe,

And France (her subjects to deceive,)
illumination blazing round,

With

gay

And cannons far proclaiming sound,

Gave note of what had not yet taken place :
Nor yet reformed th' equivocating race!
When WELLINGTON her titled marshals bleeds,
Their court gazettes describe what's done
In terms reversed, and chronicle great deeds,
Not of the victors, but of those who run.

Close to the hero SCHOMBERG's† son and sire With warmth their own each patriot breast inspire;

Here

* William had part of his clothes, and the flesh of his shoulder, carried away the night before the battle, while in a reconnoisance. This was observed on the opposite side of the river by James's Army; the death of William proclaimed with loud shouts; the news sent off to France; and Paris was actually illuminated on the occasion.

FIELD OF MARS, &C.

↑ Duke Schomberg, when General Hamilton, at the front of King James, had nearly routed a wing of King William's army, put himself at the head of a corps of French Protestants; and, pointing to the enemy, said, "Gentlemen, these are your persecutors." He then led them with an impetuosity which turned the

fortune

Here GEORGE, of Denmark, grasps a British lance,
There gallant ORMOND's fearless lads advance;
They met, and BOYNE's discolour'd wave
Of many a bleeding corse becomes the grave.
Little delights the Muse to dwell,
With circumstance, on how they fell;
Nor wields she a terrific pen,

Each cloven helm to cleave again;
Nor owns her wing such rapid flight,
As wheel with whirl of faulchion bright;
Nor in their lightning path she traces
Death's leaden envoys to their places;
Suffice to say that WILLIAM Won the field,
Suffice to say that JAMES, compell'd to yield,
To shelt'ring Gaul renews his rapid flight
And abdicates a second time his right.
A pause you'll kindly grant us here,
While SCHOMBERG's memory claims a tear;
Modest in council, dreadful in affray,
His death had almost given JAMES the day.

fortune of the day in that quarter, though himself slain in the contest. Ilis death was the more lamented, as he had parted from the Council of War rather hurt at the rejection of his advice with respect to the disposition of the field, in points where he was afterwards judged to have been correct.

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