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manly and martial nations, and stunned and affrighted Europe into a melancholy state of passive and desponding expectation and endurance of whatever thraldom and disgrace the malignant pest and Scourge of the human race may have in store for them. In such a state of despondency and submission, you will feel with me, this gallant, high-minded, and powerful nation, cannot endure to stand. The blessings which, under God's providence, it enjoys, are too many and too valuable; the resources it possesses, in wealth and in arms, and in an active and undaunted population, are too extensive and effective, not to afford at once both the motive and the means for the most energetic and successful resistance to those, whom no treaty can bind, no sincerity and liberality of conduct can conciliate, and whose mad lust of domination and conquest no sense of human suffering, or calamity, in their own country, or in others, can qualify or restrain. In this awful posture of affairs, I say, it is cast upon us by Providence, as a duty we owe to ourselves and to the world, to become

the means and the example, by which the world may be aroused and rescued from the degraded state of terror and dismay into which it is at present cast down and laid prostrate; in the hope that the Princes of Europe may once more be induced to resume some active and ho hourable measures of co-operation and union for the attainment of the general and permanent interests of mankind; which means will be best afforded, and example best displayed, by a generous and prudent sacrifice of our present case, comfort, and indulgences, for the attainment of lasting and honourable security. Whatever then in such a case is expended, is cheaply laid out in the redemption of all that remains. It is a prudent salvage well paid; an economical and trusty devotion of a part to preserve the rest. Whatever life is lost in such a cause is a sacrifice to the best interests of our country, our religion, and our laws; to the best interests of all future beings in our land; and the most honourable consummation of our own.

British Press.

WARNING TO THE CONSUL.

AN ORIGINAL SONG.

So they say Little Bony is making his boast,

That, soon he intends a descent on our Coast,
But 'tis one thing to talk, and another to do,
And who is afraid of this mere Bugaboo?

Should he set but a foot on our freedom-girt shore,
The Consular Chair he will never fill inore,
For the Lads of the Island will show him some fun,
And tear from his brow, ev'ry Laurel he's won.

Of Marengo he boasts, and the Devil knows what,
But for Acres, he still keeps his thumb upon that,
For there Gallant Sidney once prov'd to a T.
That fighting on shore, came as pat as at Sea.

Should

Should the Coast of old Erin, this Braggart receive,
(As many are led from his threats, to believe)
To his cost, by Saint Partick, the Consul will find
A welcome, that may not be quite to his mind.

Or should this Invader be led to explore
The way to old England, by Caledon's shore,
I think he'll be tempted to curse his hard lot,
When met in the Field by the true Sans culottes.

But jesting apart, let us join heart and hand,
With vigour to meet him, if here he should land,
And prove we are Britons-united and brave,
Then laugh at the man, who our Isle would enslave.

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THE BRITONS' DETERMINATION..

Our feuds, our party passions are for ever gone they are to be buried in the Grave of

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our Invaders.

OUR bosoms we'll bare for the glorious strife,

And our oath is recorded on high,

To prevail in the cause that is dearer than life,
Or crush'd in its ruins, to die.

Then rise, fellow freemen, and stretch the right hand,
And swear to prevail in your dear native land.

'Tis the home we hold sacred is laid to our trust,
God bless the green isle of the brave;

Should a conqueror tread on our forefathers' dust,
It would rouse the old dead from their grave.
Then rise, fellow freemen, and stretch the right hand,
And swear to prevail in your dear native land.

In a Briton's sweet home shall the spoiler abide,
Prophaning its loves and his charms?

Shall a Frenchmn insult the loved-fair at our side?
To arms! Oh, my country to arms!

Then rise, fellow freemen, and stretch the right hand,
And swear to prevail in your dear native land.

Shall Tyrants enslave us, my countrymen?—No!
Their heads to the sword shall be given:-

Let a death bed repentance be taught the proud foe,
And his blood be an offering to Heaven.

ONE and ALL then we rise, and stretch the right hand,
And swear to prevail in our dear native land.

CAMPBELL

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THE OLD ENGLISH LION,

By the Author of "THE HERO OF THE NORTH."

THE Old Lion of England grows youthful again;
He rouses---he rises---he bristles his mane,

His eye-balls flash fire, his terrible roar,

Like thunder bursts awfully over our shore!
We, Sons of the Lion, inspir'd by the sound,

Devoted to Liberty, gather around,

And indignantly hurl the false olive away,

Vain symbol of peace, only meant to betray;

Our high temper'd spirits, fresh touch'd with those fires,
Which glow'd in the hearts of our free-bosom'd sires;
To conquer or perish---an emulous band,

The natural Rampart of Albion we stand;

Our banners unfurl'd,

O'ershadow the world,

Waving wide from those cliffs whence our rights are proclaim'd,
The arms which they bear

Still proudly declare,

The Old English Lion will never be tam'd.

We fight for the Altar, and Throne we revere,

And the hearths that our home-born affections endear;
On Heaven's high favor then fearlessly trust,
For God arms with nations whose quarrel is just!
The oak, that was planted by Druids of yore,
Its mystical branches still flings round our shore,
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Great parent of navies! it spreads o'er the waves,
Strikes deeper its roots, and Time's enmity braves!'
Our life-streams unsullied flow down from those veins,
Which fed Fame on Cressy's and Agincourt's plains.
Our Edwards and Henrys 'tis true, are no more,
But George lives their glory and worth to restore;
On him we depend,

Our Father---our Friend,

The King whom we honour !---the Man whom we love!
By him now renew'd,

Its nerves fresh endued,

The Old English Lion immortal shall prove.

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From the sail-crowded bays and throng'd havens of France,
Let the boastful Invader his legions advance,

Ah! vainly with numbers he threatens our coast,

One heart, brac'd by Freedom, will combat an host.

The Lion disdainfully pants for the fray;

The greater his foes, the more noble his prey.

Too late shall France learn on the blood-floated field,

That Britons can perish, but never can yield.

We'll grant her rash crew, should they 'scape from the waves,
No more English earth than will cover their graves,
Then let them embark-let the winds waft them o'er,

For Fate tolls their knell when they land on our shore:
In front, sure defeat,

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To those Brave, Gallant, and Loyal shores of that enemy's country covered

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COMMANDERS, OFFICERS, SEAMEN,
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THE BRITISH NAVY.

MY FELLOW-CountrymeN !

BEHOLD, after a short and precarious interval of peace, your Country again involved in war with the ancient and implacable enemy of her liberties,

with numerous bands of fierce, bloodthirsty, and rapacious Assassins, ready to seize the first opportunity of invasion, and prompted to the most desperate undertakings, by the promises held forth to them, by their unprincipled Leader, of universal pillage, rapine, and confiscation. All who are found in arms are to be put to the sword, in order to make the booty richer; and our wives

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and daughters are to be delivered up to gratify the brutal appetites of the French Soldiers. So cordially are Britons hated by Bonaparte, that he does not deign to offer them FRENCH FRATER NITY, but avows, that nothing short of their utter destruction as a nation will satisfy the measure of his ambition, or gratify the insatiable spirit of hatred and revenge with which he is animated against us. Glorious distinction! to be hated by this CORSICAN MULATTO and his BLOOD-STAINED SLAVES! As we are the only nation that has hitherto successfully opposed progress of his destructive arms, so he dreads us no less for our valour, than he detests us for the fatal experience he has had of it.

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to an insolent CORSICAN USURPER, who has established with the point of the Bayonet, a power over a nation fitted only to be Slaves,

BRITISH SEAMEN!

At this important crisis you have arduous duties to perform: you must submit to many privations, and encounter many hardships and dangers. If you display the same valour and perseverance you have ever shewn, it is scarcely possible that Bonaparte and his Myrmidons should ever be able to land in Britain; and it would be more to the honour and interest of your country, that he and his soldiers should be sunk in the Ocean, than that a single Freneḥman should effect a hostile landing in our happy country. Every Tar who has a sweetheart on shore, or a wife, or a daugh

feel how much it is his interest and duty to make every exertion in his power, to defeat the infamous designs of the enemy, and to hold all danger trifling, and all labour cheap, which may conduce to place these tender and valued connections in a state of security,

BRITISH SEAMEN!

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Nobly have YOU fought on former occasions! What obligations does your``ter, or a sister that is dear to him, must Country owe to YOU, HER GALLANT HEARTS OF OAK, HER FIRM, INVINCIBLE DEFENDERS! She calls on you again to proteet her and shall she call in vain? No! BRITISH SEAMEN can never prove false to the Land that gave them birth! It is a principle deeply imprinted in their hearts to fight for OLD ENGLAND while they have a drop of blood in their veins, as long as they are able to point a musket, or to handle cutlass! And will they degenerate in these perilous times, when a MURDEROUS TYRANT, the Despoiler and Ravager of every Country he has visited, whether in amity or warfare, menaces the shores of their native land with his hostile bands, and threatens įts inhabitants with every atrocity which the wickedness of his heart can devise, or the iniquity of his career has rendered familiar to his imagination? No! BRITISH SEAMEN will never suffer that their Native Country should become a prey to any Foreign Invader, much less

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By the love you bear your country, and the honour in which hold your mild and parental Sovereign; by the affection you bear your families, your friends, and your homes; by the hereditary and unconquerable attachment to liberty, for which the men of your na tion have always been distinguished, and for which they have conquered and bled; by the hatred of tyranny, bloodshed, and oppression which animated your Ancestors; and by the spirit of indignation which at this moment fires every British bosom on shore, and arms every hand to retort on the Corsican Tyrant his own atrocious threats---Let not your Country call in vain for you this moment to display your wonted 2

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