All that is dear in polish'd life, Which ne'er your fathers knew: Orouse! and guard your best delights :Your country's hopes-your country's rights Your country looks to you! By Virtue's prayers, by Age's fears, tears, Unsheath the vengeful sword! O spurn a faithless tyrant's yoke;" With spirits unsubdued-unbroke→ Nor trust his treach'rous word! Will HE, whose desolating bands Respect your nation's rights? Believe it not-Ambition knows Compunction ne'er for human woes, When wealth or pow'r invites. When duty calls-when Heav'n inspires While lives the example of your sires, And Freedom's name endures, oppose Britons, united, dare Your breasts to all invading foes, ANTICHRIST. Since Satan, in the latter days, Men look'd for his arrival; Sometimes they doubted and demurr'd, Again some new event occur'd To give their fears revival. But now the case is clear and plain, None doubt of Antichrist's dread reign, Since Bonaparte's began; Whom, since he first in France was known, His ev'ry word and act have shewn The foe of God and man. The vanquish'd Turks to save, Four thousand captives sacrifice, Scoff at their pangs, smile at their cries, And rob them of a grave. When driv'n from Acre's tow'rs with shame, See him th' infernal project frame, Then first conceiv'd and wrought, With semblance of paternal care, For his own sick the cup prepare With mortal poison fraught. See him the Christian faith abjure, Partake of Tallien's rites impure, And breathe his Pagan yows: Heedless from whom he gain'd support, View him again on Delta's plain, Avow himself a Turk. See him, of France First Consul proud, Surrounded by a venal crowd Of prostituted slaves, Promulgating his stern decrees, Arm'd at all points each state to seize Which his dictation braves. Prepar'd VOL. I. ODE TO FREEDOM. NURSE of heroes, FREEDOM, hear; Come array'd in helmed pride, Dart the light'ning of thine eye: Haste, Freedom, haste-and quit the tranquil scene, 'Tis time to strike thy foes-to break the spell- and see Mourns her fate in plaintive sound: Their looks deprest, their deep-drawn sighs; Now see where Tyranny ascends her throne, In thund'ring voice she gives the word- Than out they rush to seize their prey; The swain beholds the produce of his toil, His wife, his children, all which gave delight; Behold them all the dread invader's spoil, And will not deign to shun their fate by flight: He stays-they strike the blow-and as he dies, He hears his ravish'd daughter's anguish'd cries. Switzerland-once happy spot, Where peace and joy did once reside; Gay smiles are seen no more-but, wrapt in gloom, Where, safe from all their country's woes, His patriot ancestors repose, He cries--" I love---yet dare I now, The passion of my soul avow?-Ah! no-I will not be the Sire of slaves; Till I am free-let vengeance be my cry--If free I cannot be-'tis time to die." Holland, whose bold and hardy race Down the massy bulwarks strike- And where rich lands are seen-once more Or rather thou their drooping souls inspire, Poor Poor Spain and Italy have felt the stroke, And bow'd their heads beneath the galling yoke. Tyranny assum'd thy name; The masked fiend exclaim'd " I come to bless To fix your rights, and give you happiness.” We shouting haste-and, form'd in martial line, Far resounds the battle's rage; And now the work of death is done, The day is won-War's murd'rous horrors cease, The impressive style, the importance of the subject, and the Right Reverend Author's desire that its contents should be generally promulgated, induce the Editors of the Antigallican, to give to their readers the following Extracts from the Lord Bishop of Llandaff's Intended Speech to the House of Lords on the opening of the present Session. My Lords, IN obedience to his Majesty's commands, and in compliance with my own sense of public duty, I this day appear in my place in the noblest as sembly upon earth, convened by the most gracious Monarch that ever sat upon a throne, and required to deliberate upon the most important subjects that ever occupied your Lordships' attention, or that of any of your predecessors in this house. I, my Lords, could have been well contented to spend the little remainder of my life in retirement, and buried in obscurity; indifferent, alike, to the calls of professional emolument, and professional ambition: but I cannot be contented to remain indifferent to the summons of my Sovereign, in a time of distress? deaf to the calls of my country, 3 12 when |