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is built upon the assumption, that the enemy would be judiciously encountered; but to enable any General so to encounter them, you must put yourselves into a state of discipline, such as would render you capable of comprehending and fulfilling the orders of your leader. Observe this too, that, although it appears to me impracticable for the enemy ever to have any very serious force united in this country, you must always in war provide against dangers that seem beyond ordinary calculation. It is not to diminish the apprehensions of those who are listening to me, that I state the presumed inability of the enemy to assemble a large army on our territory, because I can well see that no apprehension exists among you. On the contrary, I read in every countenance the gallant eagerness with which you anticipate the contest with those, whose forefathers your forefathers were wont to seek and conquer in the heart of France, where every disparity of number was of course to be against our countrymen. Yet I cannot but feel an avarice with regard to every drop of precious Euglish blood that is to be exposed in such a contest, and I must be anxious that the extinction of the 'enemy's force should be obtained without the unnecessary loss of one of those estimable lives, which I see you are so willing to hazard in the struggle. Now if you prepare yourselves by proper discipline, you will enable the General commanding you to turn this plan against the enemy himself, and I congratulate you on this perfect ground of confidence, that the Generals now appointed to lead our army are of such a stamp in skill as insures to you that your valour will be employed upon terms that will give it every possible advantage. It is not probable that it would ever be thought requisite to lead

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you in battalions against the enemy this I mention that the short time you have for discipline may not be unpro fitably employed in learning evolutions, which you are not likely to be called upon to practice in the field; a ready habit of priming and loading, and a facility of understanding and obeying the orders of your immediate officers, are the points which I deem the most essential for you to attain; I should imagine that the General under whon you serve would wish to detach you in small bodies, to hang upon the flanks and rear of the enemy, bidding you avail yourselves of every little bank or inequality of ground behind which you would cover yourselves, whilst your shot would do execution at its utmost range in the columns of the enemy, unavoidably obliged to keep in a compact body, instructing you tơ retire whensoever the enemy should advance in considerable strength against you, and to return to harrass them whensoever that detachment fell back to its main body; you must not think this is unworthy of your courage. If the safety of your country demanded the sacrifice of your lives, I should be the last to check the devotion which I know you would deliberately feel; but if that necessity did not really exist, it would be absurdity to prefer even a dignified death to the honest triumph of consciously participating in the glory of having crushed the invader of your country: were I to propose to you a principle for your conduct, it should be that which was held so praiseworthy by the Greeks of old, and which has been thus happily described:

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ORIGINAL POETRY.

WAR SONG,

ON THE THREATENED, FRENCH INVASION.
In the manner of the Old Ballads.

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WHO shall impede the Tyrant dread,

With desolating brand,

And flag unfurl'd, bestriding the world,
From the Pole to the Nilus' strand?

Who but they, whom the waves obey,
The Lords of Nature styl'd!

With bosoms steel'd, in the battling field,'
But mild, in Mercy, mild!

Whose conquering sires, at Cressy their fires
Assuag'd in the purple stream;

Who with Lion-port, at Agincourt,

Held revelry supreme.

And this is the foe, whose children now,
To blast thy laurels strive;

And thy rights betray, which, ALBION, say,
Shall a Mortal dare, and live!

By the sacrifice dread, at Poictiers made,
Britannia shall be free!

By the charter'd deed of Runnymede,
We'll stand for Liberty!

By the hecatombs slain, on Blenheim's plain,
The Tyrant he shall die!

Lead, lead the way, bid the "battle bray,"
The shout and the revelry!

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REBELLION DEFEATED.

AN, ODE.

Respectfully inscribed to those brave Defenders of their Country, whe quelled the late alarming Insurrection in the City of Dublin.

VOL. I.

BY A BROTHer Soldier.

THOU, thy horrid shape still mantling

In the gloomy garb of night,
Treach'ry's blackest, basest bantling,
Nurs'd upon the lap of Spite!
S

Gorgopi

Gorgon-visag'd, bloody minded,
On the viper's venom fed;
By guilt harden'd, by zeal blinded,
By Revenge and Murder led.
Imp of hell! How unsuspected
Hast thou sprung to light again,
Rushing on the unprotected,

With thy worse than tyger train!

Save us, Heav'n! See mild KILWARDEN
Bleeds beneath the monster's fangs!--

Mercy shuts the gates of pardon,

As she views the Martyr's pangs.
Save us, Heav'n! the tumult thickens,
Savage shouts in air resound;

Massacre his mad pace quickens,

Loyal cor'ses strew the ground.

Valour, tho' surpris'd, undaunted

Grasps his sword with hasty hand;
Flies where'er his aid is wanted-
Terror strikes the Rebel band.

On! ye hearts of sterling, value!

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Let the red-wing'd vengeance fly;

Round your loyal standard rally,
Conquer now, or nobly die!
e! the Rebel horde disperses,
Baffled in their dire intent!

God be praised for all his mercies!
May our cruel foes repent.

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SELECTED POETRY.

CONQUEST OR DEATH.

LET the Christianiz'd Mussulman-Papist* of France,
With his Myrmidon Host of Invaders advance;
The loud vaunts of Usurpers and Slaves we defiè,
For the Motto of BRITONS is " Conquer or Die."

Can a lawless Marauder to Freedom pretend? '
Or a faithless Apostate Religion befriend?

The vain threats of an Atheist we Christians defie,
When the voice of our GoD bids us

Conquer or Die."

HAFIZ.

* Formerly Ali-BONAPARTE: now the hypocrite calls himself the Thrice-Christian Head

the Catholic French Church :-a Mahometan in Egypt-a Christian in France.

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Here no Tyrant, no Autocrat poisons our Laws,

Or enervates the will, which gives life to our cause :

With our Swords bright with Freedom, French threats we defie-
For the Motto of Britain is "Conquer or Die."

Let the Strutter come forth, nor be longer remiss,

On our Shores we'll avenge all the wrongs of the Swiss,

Gallic Slaves and Enslavers we scorn and defie,

For the Motto of Freemen is " Conquer or Die."

RICHARD LLWYD, THE BARD OF SNOWDEN,
TO HIS COUNTRYMEN.

(1) Aborigines.

YE, (1) whom Britain's earliest day
Saw among her meadows play;
Unconscious yet that Ocean's waves
Form'd the isle it loves and laves!

Lords of realms, as yet unknown,
A blest creation all your own;
A region yet by blood unstain'd,
Where Peace unbroke, unruffi'd reign'd.

Ere yet, the icy rocky North (3)
Had pour'd her hungry myriads forth,
The hordes that ravag'd guiltless lands,
And forc'd to arms your pastral bands.

Decreed to share a restless doom,

A world, in vain, resisted Rome:
Yet Claudius (39) heard, on Empire's throne,
A voice then greater than his own.

Led by rapine, fraud and spoil,
Saxons, Normans, trod your soil;
And Bards in strains of sorrow tell,

That Britain's offspring, fought, and fell.

(2) Invasion of the Danes and Norwegians.

(3) See an elegant version of the speech of Caractacus, before Claudius, in the Juvenilia of my accomplished friend J. H. L. Hunt, Esq.

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Lost

Lost your own paternal plains,
Florid fields, and wide domains ;
Fair Cambria saw with beckoning eyes,
And bade ERYRI's (4) ramparts rise.

Here amid her cliffs of snow,
Ages saw you brave the foe;

Till Concord came, with efforts blest,
And sooth'd Contention's roar to rest!
United now to Britain's throne,

Your Sires (5) return, resume their own;
Chiefs of your country's antient days,
Britannia's wider sceptre sways!

O'er Britain's fair extended face,

One brave, one rich, and potent race;-
High in honour-high in fame-

The first of nations-BOASTS YOUR NAME!

BRITONS hear, that name's a host,
And forms a bulwark round your coast:
And Fame shall tell, in records fair,
You're worthy of the name you bear!

The foe that racks a suffering world,
At you the bolt of war has hurl'd;
And dares in language loud and high
Your warriors to the field defy:

Dares, and hopes, by threats and wiles,
To ravage, rule-the Queen of Isles:
Her sons shall check his thirst of blood,
By all that's great, and all that's good!

By genuine Freedom's holy flame,
By your own Arthur, Alfred's name;
By Deva's (6) waves, when Ida fled,
By Mona's sons, when Merfyn (7) led.
By Rodri's (8) bright and vengeful sword,
That gleam'd in Conway's lucid ford;
By Euloe's (9) forests, Berwyn's heath,
Where Owen gain'd th' unfading wreath.

(4) The ridge of Snowdonia.

(5) The restoration of the British line, in Henry the 7th, of the House of Tudor. (6) The battle of Bangor, upon the Dee.

(7) That of Llanfaes in Anglesey.

(8) Dial Rodri, or Roderick's Revenge at Cymryd, upon the River Conway. (9) In the forests of Euloe, in Flintshire, and on the mountain of Berwyn, the fortunes of Henry II, the Power of England, aided by a diversion from Ireland, upon the coast of Wales, and a full exertion of the old maxim, Divide et impera, gave way to a combination of elemental warfare, an inaccessible country, and the prowess of Owen Gwynedd.

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