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Yours, a blind instina, crouches to the rod,
And licks the foot that treads it in the dust.
Were kingship as true treasure as it seems,
Sterling, and worthy of a wise man's wish,
I would not be a king to be belov'd.
Causeless, and daub'd with undiscerning praise,
Where love is mere attachment to the throne,
Not to the man who fills it as he ought.

Whose freedom is by fuff'rance, and at will
Of a superior, he is never free.
Who lives, and is not weary of a life
Expos’d to manacles, deserves them well.
The state that strives for liberty, though foild,
And forc'd. t'abandon what she bravely fought,
Deserves at least applause for her attempt,
And pity for her loss. But that's a causa
Not often unsuccessful : pow'r usurp'd
Is weakness when oppos'd ; conscious of wrong, .
'Tis pufillanimous and prone to fight.
But llaves that once conceive the glowing thought
Of freedom, in that hope itself possess
All that the contest calls for ; spirit, strength,
The scorn of danger, and united hearts,
The surest presage of the good they seek.*

Then • The author hopes that he shall not be censured for unnecessary warmth upon to interesting a subject. He is



Then shame to manhood, and opprobrious more
To France than all her loffes and defeats,
Old or of later date, by sea or land,
Her house of bondage, worse than that of old .
Which God aveng'd on Pharaoh--the Baftile.
Ye horrid tow'rs, th' abode of broken hearts,"
Ye dungeons and ye cages of despair,
That monarchs have supplied from age to age
With music such as suits their sov’reign cars,
The sighs and groans of miserable men!
There's not an English heart that would not leap
To hear that ye were fallnat lait ; to know
That ev'n our enemies, so oft employ'd
In forging chains for us, themselves were free.
For he who values liberty, confines
His zeal for her predominance within
No narrow bounds ; her cause engages him
Wherever pleaded. 'Tis the cause of man.
There dwell the most forlorn of human kind,
Immur'd though unaccus’d, condemn'd untry’d,
Cruelly spar'd, and hopeless of escape.
There, like the visionary emblem seen


aware that it is become almost fafhionable to stigmatize such sentiments as no better than empty declamation ; but it is an ill fymptom, and peculiar to modern times. "

By him of Babylon, life stands a stump '.
And filletted about with hoops of brass,
Still lives, though all its pleasant boughs are gone.
To count the hour-bell and exped no change ;
And ever, as the fullen found is heard, ..
Still to refleet, that though a joyless note ."
To him whọfe moments all have one dull pace,
Ten thousand rovers in the world at large
Account it mulie; that it fummons fome.
To theatre, or jocund feast or ball;
The wearied hireling finds it a release
From labor ; and the lover, who has chid.
Its long delay, feels ev'ry welcome stroke
Upon his heart-strings, trembling with delight
To fly for refuge from diftra&ing thought ...i
To fuch amusements as ingenious.woe !
Contrives, hard-shifting and without her tools --
To read engraven on the mouldy walls,
In stagg'ring types, his predecessar's tale, is
A fad memorial, and subjoin his own ..."
To turn purveyor to an overgorg’d . .
And bloated spider, till the pamper'd pest
Is made familiar, watches his approach,
Comes at his call, and serves him for a friend-
To wear out time in numb'ring to and fro


The studs that thick emboss his iron door, . :
Then downward and then upwards, then aflant-
And then alternate, with a fickly hope
By dint of change to give his tasteless talk
Some relish, till the sum exa&ly found
In all dire&tions, he begins again .'...'
Oh comfortless existence! hemm’d around
With woes, which who that" suffers, would not

And beg for exile, or the pangs of death?
That man should thus encroach on fellow man,
Abridge him of his just and native rights,
Eradicate him, tear him from his hold .
Upon th' endearments of domestic life
And social, nip his fruitfulness and use, '
And doom him for perhaps an heedless word 1
To barrenness, and solitude, and tears,
Moves indignation ; makes the name of king i
(Of king whom such prerogative can please) :
As dreadful as the Manichean god,
Ador'd through fear, {trong only to destroy.

'Tis liberty alone that gives the flow'r
Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume,
And we are weeds without it. All constraint,
Except what wisdom lays on evil men,

Is evil ; hurts the faculties, impedes
Their progress in the road of science ; blinds
The eyesight of discov'ry, and begets, . . ;
In those that suffer it, a sordid mind
Bestial, a meagre intelle&t, unfit, ..
To be the tenant of man's noble form. ...
Thee therefore still, blame-worthy as thou art,
With all thy loss of empire, and though squeez'd
By public exigence till annual food
Fails for the craving hunger of the ftate, ...
Thee I account till happy, and the chief
Among the nations, seeing thou art free...
My native nook of earth! thy clime is rude,
Replete with vapours, and disposes much
All hearts to sadness, and none more than mine ;
Thine unadult'rate manners are less soft
And plausible than social life requires, : '.
And thou hast need of discipline and art ...
To give thee what politer France receives .
From Nature's bounty– that humane address :
And sweetness, without which no pleasure is -
In converse, either starv'd by could reserve,
Or Aufh'd with fierce dispute, a senseless brawl ;
Yet being free, I love thee : for the sake . .
Of that one feature, can be well content,


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