FRANKLIN and HOWARD pay great nature's debt, For virtue in a philosophic dress,

The first renown'd; the second no one yet Hopes to surpass, while many a 'prison'd wretch, Far as the hand of time will stretch,

Shall find some cause his memory to bless.

1791.

Indian King TIPPOO calls his chiefs to arms, And hence begins a scene of lengthen'd strife, Which keeps the Eastern world in dire alarms, 'Till TIPPOO's empire closes with his life.

To seek that school of military fame

Which venerable FREDERICK* form'd to guide
The youthful warrior, teach him how to blend
With valours vehemence the needful curb
Which discipline supplies, the royal YORK,
Our sov'reign's second hope, had gone erewhile:
And as those maxims he imbibed, which since
In practice have secured the love of all,

Of each, or high or low, whom his command
Embraces

there, ere yet matured his aims

* The great King of Prussia.

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To make the British soldier prize his lot,
To shelter from distress the widow, wife,
Or parent of the fearless youth who rush
On Gallic squadrons in their country's cause:
To rear the sons of Albion to renown,

By theories which mingle in the mind
Lights of religion and humanity,

And form the christian soldier in the man.

While great intents like these his wish employ'd, Still softer feelings stole upon his mind,

PRUSSIA'S fair pride, the daughter of his host, Taught the young soldier, that, from beauty's glance

No angle of the heart, howe'er by lines

Of caution fortified, is quite secure.

The sires of BRITAIN and of PRUSSIA Smiled,
And blest their offsprings union, England saw
Her Prince's choice with pride, and hail'd with joy
The day by Hymen destined to entwine
With FREDERICA, FRED'RICK'S fate for life.*

* His Royal Highness married the Princess Royal of Prussia, at Berlin, was re-married at St. James's the December following, and most magnificently received at court with his royal bride.

The

The sons of AFRIC from their "hundred thrones,"

Have cause to bless enlightened Britain's voice, Which, in full senate, the detested trade

Of human traffic marks with fit rebuke;

Places a bound to it's nefarious powers,"

Pow'rs doom'd at length to wither! pow'rs accurs'd!

Which sacrificed to avarice, (as of old

Moloch's fell shrine was wet with infant blood,)
Freedom and life, and ev'ry heaven sent good:
The virgin's hope, the husband's virtuous bliss,
The father's fondness, and the mother's joy;
And, above all, the patriotic flame

Which, whether in the frozen arctic isles

Where stormy ZEMBLA rears her ice-clad hills, Or on the burning sands of Araby,

For ever vibrates on the feeling soul.

Like to that magic song of HOME,† which tunes Helvetian hearts to mournful ecstacy!

No patriot he, no genuine Briton born

* Various resolutions were proposed by the opposers of the slave trade and after long debates and the rejection of n any proposals, a motion was carried that the abolition be final in January, 1796, this afterwards met much opposition from the Lords.

The celebrated Swiss air called the "Rans des Vaches."

Who

Who, basking in the beams of liberty,

Wou'd rise to wealth upon the servile chains
He heaps on fellow man! No freedom his
Whose mind (the worst of slav'ry) wears the badge
Of cursed thirst for gain ;-but, oh! for him.
Whose open heart, whose large enlighten'd mind,
Cou'd advocate the cause of wretchedness;

1792. Expose the narrow selfish craft, which stain'd The name of Commerce; rescue from reproach The British merchant's honor, and restore Degraded man, (yet not abased so low

As those who dare degrade him,) to his rights, What rapture must be his! his manly heart, Sentient for others, in itself must feel

Myriads of blessings, first by him bestow'd, Returning on the source from whence they sprang!

Now PAYNE, the demagogue, began

To circulate his "Rights of Man ;"

And mad enthusiastic fools

Of deep designing knaves the tools,

With Hudibrastic fury swelling,

Long'd to " ride forth a Colonelling."

Kings, Priests, and Peers, at one fell sweep,

They sentenced to "ETERNAL SLEEP;

VOL. II.

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For

For thus, with philosophic breath,
The new Scholastics christen'd death.
RELIGION, henceforth petty treason,
Was merely soften'd down to REASON;
The raising a domestic storm,

Was prettily misnamed REFORM;
And sending thousands to their graves,
Saved them, of course, from being slaves.
EQUALITY, that lovely word,

For which so many drew the sword,
Meant only, that industrious worth
Shou'd with the idlest rogue on earth
Share the fair produce of his labour;

And, when thus pillaged, rob his neighbour.
Well had the world run round, I wot,
Had things fall'n out-as they did not;
How decently at Church, (I mean
In REASON'S Temple,) had been seen
Our British fair, no longer prudes,
Improved to lib'ral minded Nudes ;
Returning home, for dinner ready,
Our servants. in the good cause steady,
Wou'd condescend to wait at table,
Or tend the kitchen, or the stable,

Provided