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Who, conscious that his fortune still must yield
Pennant, thine antiquarian labours cease
Tjppoo, the mighty Sultan of Mysore,
The conquerors of Austerlitz we hate,
* Nelson's victory seemed to deprive the French of all succour from the Continent; and the Turks, being reinforced by a small body of English, under the command of Sir Sydney Smith, the French were subjected to innumerable distresses and defeats, when an unexpected scheme was put in execution by Bonaparte, which was no other than that of making his escape from Egypt.
Maintain their ancient rights against, or trade,
While we the legal Rajah's heir restored.*
Painful thy task, O Bard, to sing
Of danger :o our much-loved Xing, 1S00.
Yet pleasure every heart must feel to know
That Providence averts each nearly fatal blow:
See, with a parent leader's pride,
Round his brave troops the Monarch ride:
From some fell tube the leaden death,
* Kistna Rajah Oidaver, the only child of Chiaum Rauze, or I'aige, (five of whose seven wives are living), was placed on the Mu?nud, or throne, of the deceased Rajah, on the SOth of June, at the old town of Mysore; the ceremony was performed by General Harris, as senior Member of the British Commission, and Meer Allum, acting for his Highness the Nizam. The deportment of the young Prince, who was only Jive years eld, is described as having been remarkably decorous.
Vide Lonsdale's Narrative Sketches of the
Which else had robb'd our Sire of breath,
15y heaven's kind aid is turn'd aside:
Scarce had the sun that memorable dny
On ocean's surface ceas'd to play,
When, as his people's shouts their Sovereign hail,
They see a desp'rate hand his life assail ;*
Yes, while surrounded by each dtarest friend,
Wife, children, all that love and friendship blend,
His family of Britons mark'd how near
The King of terrors,—while with doubt and fear
All were impress'd, save one, that one was he
Who knew not but he yet might be
The victim of a fatal shot reserved;
Yes, George, by interposing heav'n preserved,
With confidence, as brave as mild,
Bow'd to his people, sigh'd, and smiled!
Made the assassin's safety first his care,
And bade his guards the unhappy maniac spare.
On Union with our Sister Isle
May genuine friendship ever smile;
May jealousies, and fears and doubts,
Created, or by ins or outs,
Yield to a hearty social band
Of love and faith 'twixt either land.
* At Drury-Lane Theatre.
Malta, the ancient knightly seat
*' Twas on the spot in ancient lore oft named, "Where Isis and Osiris once held sway
"O'er kings who sleep in pyramidic pride, "But now for British valour far more famed,
"Since Nelson's band achieved a glorious day,
"And, crown'd with laurel, Abercrombie died."
"Her roseate colours the dawn had not shed
"O'er the field, which stern slaughter had tinted too red,
"All was dark, save each flash at the cannon's hoarse sound,
"When the brave Abercrombie received his death wound!
"With a mind unsubdued still the foe he defied •' On the steed which the Hero of Acre supplied,
"Till, feeling he soon to fate's summons must yield,
"He gave Sydney the sword he no longer could wield.
"The standard of Britain by victory crown'd, "Wav'd over that head which now sank to the ground!
"His comrades with grief unaffected deplore,
And large the laurel the lov'd warrior gave,
* Fide T. Dibdin's Songs.