FIFTEEN to TWENTY-FIVE! St. VINCENT's saw The gallant Briton give the Spaniard law.* Next DUNCAN's prowess claim'd no less renown Our pious Sovereign and his joyful Court, And consecrate the trophies of the day. What with reluctance the historian tells : And never may such cause occur again. Sir John Jervis with 15 sail attacked a Spanish fleet of 25, passed rapidly through their line, tacked, and separated one third from the main body, after a partial cannonade, which prevented their rejunction in the evening; by which manœuvre 4 line of battle ships were taken, and their whole fleet defeated with very trivial loss to the English. + Admiral Duncan broke the Dutch line, a-la-Jervis, and in two hours and a half took their Admiral and 9 ships of the line. The hero of Camperdown was in consequence created an English Peer, by the title of Earl St. Vincent. The The leader punish'd of the daring plot, France sends her heroes to invade North Wales, With whom to share sweet Union's smile Is ev'ry honest Briton's aim, Why shou'd the Muse those ills proclaim 1798. Which from our mutual foemen sprung ! To discord shall the harp be strung? No, brother Pat, tho' rudely sung, My wild attempt would fain combine And above all to sing of thee With most fraternal harmony. The Frenchmen this year tried their luck, * Lord Malmesbury was sent to treat with the French Commissioners at Lisle, but was unable to procure honourable terms of peace. ↑ The French landed at Killala Bay, and were subsequently obliged to surrender. Ireland Ireland and England, hand in hand, Who next arrests bright vict'ries smile! Cent❜ries to come shall hail the day Not on the main each adverse fleet Guarded by shelter at his back, While NELSON, whom time, place, nor tides, So plied the foe with British thunder, That, scarce recover'd from surprise, Their ships, consuming, tint the skies: Nine sail of the line were taken, L'Orient of 120 guns, another ship of the line, and a frigate were burned or blew up in action; two only of the French feet escaped; their Admiral Bruyes, lost his life in the engagement; for this brilliant and most important service, our hero was created Baron Nelson of the Nile, and his Sicilian Majesty confered on him the title of Duke of Bronti. Say Say, bitterest foe of British isles, When thy best fortune on thee smiles, Does not remembrance of that fearful night That breasts of steel who fought so well AS SYDNEY did, at ACRE's Wall, Of all thy laurels thee bereft? Thine upstart glory's passing bell, When, starting from thy tyrant reign, Did nothing sadly prophecy Of WELLINGTON and Victory? Or didst thou never turn thine eyes To the, then little thought, bare chance Led Led by thy sateless thirst of pow'r, In RUSSIAN climes, should curse the hour When millions, by thy schemes misled, Whom British senators descend to praise; 1799. The Gallic chief, with fury in his eye, Who |