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Then, while he bound the ribbands on my brow, B
« He talk'd of captains kind, and gen’rals good; .. - a Said, a whole nation would my fame avow," :
« And BOUNTY call’d the purchase of my blood. 66 Yet I refus'd that BOUNTY, I disdain'd
- " To Sell my service in a RIGHTEOUS-CAUSE; . 56 And such to my dull fense it was explain'd, ; :
« The cause of Monarchs, Justice, and the Laws. • The rattling drums beat loud, the fifes began,
« My King and Country seem'd to ask my aid; “ Thro' ev'ry vein the thrilling ardour ran,
“ I left my humble cot, my village maid. :« O hapless day! torn from my Lucy's charms,
“ I thence was hurried to a scene of ftrife; . « To painful marches and the din of arms,
« The wreck of reason, and the waste of life. « In loathsome vefsels now with crowds confin’d, :,
« Now led with hosts to slaughter in the field; « Now backward driven, like leaves before the wind,
« Too weak to stand, and yet alham'd to yield.
« With tenfold fury the indignant foe;'
“ And laid our boasted, proudest honours low.
« Our bravest legions moulder'd fast away;
" While hov'ring ravens mark'd them for their prey, « Ah! sure remorse Their favage hearts must rend,
“ Whose selfish, defp'rate frenzy could decree, « That in one mass of murder man should blend,
“ Who sent the SLAVES to fight against the FREE. « Unequal contest !-at fair Freedom's call,
“ The lowliest hind glows with celestial fire; ..; « She rules, directs, pervades, and conquers all, ;
« And ARMIES at her sacred glance expire,
« Then be this warfare of the world accursid
« The son now weeps not on the father's bier; « But grey-hair'd Age, for Nature is revers’d,
« Drops o'er his children's grave an icy tear.”,
Thus having spoke--by varying passions tost,..
He reach'd the threshold of his Parent's shed, Who knew not of his fate, yet mourn'd him loft
AMIDST THE NUMBER OF THE UNNAM'D DEAD. Soon as they heard his well-remember'd voice;
A ray of rapture chas'd habitual care ; : « Our Henry lives, we may again rejoice,” i
And Lucy sweetly blush'd, for she was there But whẾN HE ENTER’D IN SUCH HORRID,GUISÈ,*" · His mother shriek’d, and dropp’d upon the floor; His father look'd to Heav'n with streaming eyes, And Lucy funk, alas ! to rise no more.
O may this tale, which agony must close, .
Give deep contrition to the SELF-CALL'D GREAT; And shew The Poor how hard the lot of those, . ., Who shed their blood for MINISTERS OF STATE !
To the memory of Mr Burgh, a learned School-master, and
the ingenious' and laborious author of Political Disquin fitions, and the Dignity of Human Nature.
BY CAPTAIN THOMPSON.. DENEATH this sod, conceald from mortal eyes,
b The dignity of human nature lies. What is this dignity, tlie fophifts fcan? “ The noblest work of God an honest man."
Instructions to a Porter.
I My house's entrance, caution use,
Whom you admit, and whom refuse. Let no fierce passions-enter here, :"
Passions the raging breast that storm,
Nor hate, nor envy's pallid form.
Of heap'd up riches I've no store,
Where Plutus has not been before. · Lo! on a visit hither bent .
High-plum'd ambition stalks about; But should he enter, sweet content.
Will give me warning-shut him out. Perhaps the Mufe may pass this way,
And tho' full oft I've bent the knee, And long invok'd her magic sway,
Smit with the love of harmony; Alone tho' she might please-yet still
I know she'll with ambition come; With lust of fame my heart she'll fill,
She'll break my reft-I'm not at home. There is a rascal, old and hideous,
Who oft (and sometimes not in vain) Close at my gate has watch'd affiduous,
In hopes he might admittance gain: His name is care-if he should call,
Quick out of doors with vigour throw him,
And tell the miscreant once for all,
I know him not, I ne'er will know him.
May think he'll sure my favour win;
But false-you must not let him in. :
The young desires attendant move;
Parent of bliss, the Queen of Love.
The lustre of my Delia's eye ;
Breathes double life when she is nigh.
Should knock, with all her formal train,
Charity.--/The Slave Trade.j
L EAV'N speed the canvass gallantly unfurld,
Charg'd with a freight transcending in its worth,
Oh most degrading of all ills that wait