Like a wolf, let loose on plenty,

He her vitals drain'd fo faft,

Now, good folks, nineteen in twenty
Feel Britannia heaves her laft.

Roufe! oh, roufe then, brother Croaker!
To defpair let 's scorn to bend ;
While we curfe the hand that broke her,
We'll Britannia's wreck defend !
Though the 's fhatter'd, crufh'd, and finking,
Bravely yet the tops the tide;

And her bottom's, to my thinking,

Fairly worth the world befide.

Now an honeft pilot steers her,

Free from tyrant pride and hate;
Now a nation's voice too cheers her
Through this ftruggling storm of Fate;
Then, though fhort our comfort's measure,
Since we yet some crumbs may find,
Curs'd by Pt's wide wafte of treasure,
Well we 'll guard what's left behind.

All that's dear at ftake to move us;
All that charms and fooths our lives;
All we love, and all that love us—
Children, parents, friends, and wives;
King and country, laws and altars,
Claim the pious hands of all;
And may fhame brand him who falters,
When the gods of battle call!

As we drink, then, brother Croaker,
So we 'll fight Old England's bout;
Hand to hand, though Hell provoke her,
Like our flask, we 'll fee it out.

At the field, as at the table,

Jointly bent to finish all;

We'll stand to 't like men, while able,
Or, like men, together fall.

Fill! oh, fill then, brother Croaker-
my toaft all virtues live;

In

Call Britannia! loud invoke her!

While her own great fons I give ;—

Here's

Here's our King! the best in ftory-
Here's the Prince! our country's pride-
Here's brave York! the foldier's glory-
And all Brunswick's line befide.

ODE FOR THE NEW YEAR, 1804.
BY H. J. PYE, ESQ. P. L.

WHEN, at the defpot's dread command,
Bridg'd Hellefpont his myriads bore

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From fervile Afia's peopled ftrand
To Græcia's and to Freedom's fhore-
While hoftile fleets terrific fweep,
With threatening oar, th' Ionian deep,
Clear Dirce's bending reeds among
The Theban fwan no longer fung
No more by Ifthmus' wave-worn glade,
Or Nemea's rocks, or Delphi's fhade,
Or Pifa's olive-rooted grove,
The temple of Olympian Jove,
The Mufes twin'd the facred bough,

To crown th' athletic victor's brow,
Till on the rough Ægean main,
Till on Platea's trophied plain,

Was crush'd the Perfian tyrant's boast,
O'erwhelm'd his fleet, o'erthrown his hoft;
Then the bold Theban feiz'd again the lyre,
And ftruck the chords with renovated fire:
"On human life's delufive ftate,

Though woes unfeen, incertain, wait,

Heal'd in the gen'rous breaft is

every pain,

With undiminish'd force, if Freedom's rights remain †."

Not fo the British Mufe-though rude

Her voice to Græcia's tuneful choir,
By dread, by danger unsubdu'd,
Dauntlefs the wakes the lyric wire.

So when the awful thunder roars,
When round the livid lightnings play,
Th' imperial eagle proudly foars,
And wings aloft her daring way.
And, hark! with animating note
Aloud her ftrains exulting float,
While pointing to th' invet'rate hoft,
Who threat deftruction to this envied coaft
"Go forth, my fons-as nobler rights ye claim,
Than ever fann'd the Grecian patriot's flame ;
So let your breasts a fiercer ardour feel,

Led by your patriot King to guard your country's weal."
Her voice is heard-from wood, from vale, from down,
The thatch-roof'd village and the bufy town,
Eager th' indignant country fwarms,
And pours a people clad in arms,
Numerous as thofe whom Xerxes led,
To crush devoted Freedom's head;

Firm as the band for Freedom's cause who stood,
And ftain'd Thermopyla with Spartan blood;
Hear, o'er their heads, th' exulting Goddess fing
"Thefe are my favourite fons, and mine their warrior King!"
Through Albion's plains while wide and far
Swells the tumultuous din of war,
While from the loom, the forge, the flail,
From Labour's plough, from Commerce' fail,
All ranks to martial impulfe yield,

And grafp the fpear, and brave the field,
Do weeds our plains uncultur'd hide?
Does drooping Commerce quit the tide?
Do languid Art and Industry
Their useful cares no longer ply?

Never did Agriculture's toil

With richer harvests clothe the foil—

Ne'er were our barks more amply fraught,

Ne'er were with happier fkill our ores, our fleeces wrought.

While the proud foe, to fwell invasion's hoft,
His bleeding country's countless millions drains,
And Gallia mourns through her embattled coaft,
Unpeopled cities and unlabour'd plains,

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To guard and to avenge this favour'd land, Though gleams the fword in every Briton's hand, Still o'er our fields waves Concord's filken wing, Still the Arts flourish, and the Mufes fing; While moral Truth and Faith's celeftial ray Adorn, illume, and bless a George's profperous fway.

WHEN

ANECDOTES.

HEN the fon of a certain London banker had eloped to Scotland with a great heiress, whom he married, ftill retaining a paternal taste for parfimony, he objected to the demand of two guineas made by the rivetter at Gretna Green, ftating, that Capt.

had reported the canonical charge to be only five fhillings!"True," replied Vulcan; " but Capt. is an Irishman, and I have already married him five times, fo I confider him as a good cuftomer; but perhaps I may never fee your face again."

A JACK Tar, having been long in a French prifon, was asked, on his return, whether he had not got a fmattering of their lingo?" No," replied Jack; "they call things by wrong names; they call a horfe a Shovel, and a hat a chopper †.”

THE deceafed Count Bibb, one night at the Cidercellar, told a friend that he intended to leave twenty pounds to be spent at his funeral; which induced the other to ask him, if the money was to be spent going or returning? Bibb good-humouredly replied, "Going, to be fure; for, when you return, I shan't be with you."

AS the late old Lord Nugent was riding out in the coach of the Dutchess of whofe frailties he

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+ Chapeau.

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well

well knew, and whose prudery he liked to expofe, he put his head out of the window, on the Surry fide of the Thames, and, after looking earneftly for some time, exclaimed, "Good God, that I fhould live to fee this!"-"What, my Lord! what is it that you fee?" rejoined the Dutchefs, cafting her eyes the fame way. Why, my Lady, a group of women bathing at broad noon-day!"-" Women!" faid she, looking more inquifitively; "why, my Lord, they are all men!"—" Well," replied his Lordship," it may be fo; for your Grace's eye-fight is much better than mine !"

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SARAH, Dutchefs of Marlborough, once preffing the Duke to take a medicine, with her ufual warmth faid, "I'll be hanged if it do not prove ferviceable." Dr. Garth, who was prefent, exclaimed, "Do take it then, my Lord Duke; for it must be of fervice one way or the other.”

SIR Charles Wager had a fovereign contempt for phyficians; though he believed a furgeon, in some cafes, might be of fervice. It happened that Sir Charles was feized with a fever while he was out upon a cruise; and the furgeon, without much difficulty, prevailed upon him to lofe a little blood, and fuffer a blifter to be laid on his back; by and by it was thought neceffary to lay on another blifter, and repeat the bleeding, to which Sir Charles alfo confented: the fymptoms then abated, and the furgeon told him, that he muft now fwallow a few boluffes, and take a draught. "No, Doctor," fays Sir Charles, " you fhall batter my hulk as long as you will, but d―n you, you shan't board me.

THE fon of a Scots Marquis, who had feen much fervice on the Continent in the late war, was accofted

by