Then Gothic DARKNESS spreads its baleful shade- A WORD OF ADVICE TO THE SELF-CREATED CONSUL. As a plain man, permit me to give you a word of advise, if your arrogance and presumption have not put you above it. I was one of the number, who, but a few years back, was deceived by your alluring and specious pretensions, and then thought you a friend to mankind. I wish I could have found your conduct such as would have made me continue so; but your cruelties, your insatiable thirst for extensive dominion, and arbitrary and overbearing power, has raised up against you enemies in every friend to Virtue, Truth, Religion, Morality, Order, Freedom and Independence. You set forward promising freedom to the world-Look at Holland, Switzerland, Helvetia. You caused the Tree of Liberty to be planted; but wherever it has taken root, it has produced the most baneful and deadly fruit. You promised, wherever you went, to treat the people with humanity and mercy-Look at the Massacre of your Prisoners, and the Poisoning of many of your own Troops; the remainder of whom you, in the most cowardly and dastardly manner, aban W. J. DENISON Esq. doned, in an ungenial and unhealthy clime. Your Treachery, in this instance, will be an eternal stigma upon you; and while your own minions may fawningly applaud your conduct, the Patriot Soldier will ever view it with infamy and disgrace. You threaten to invade our country you promise your soldiers the pillage of our property-to load them with the spoils of Englishmen-to abrogate our laws-to give us French fraternity-and to gratify their lustful passions with the violation of the chastity of our wives and daughters.—But here, THOU DESPOILER OF THE REPOSE OF THE WORLD, hast thou raised the dagger against thyself; the bloody weapon which thou wouldst carry to other nations, must (DREADFUL TO HUMANITY) recoil upon yours; and would to God upon YOU ONLY might be the fatal stroke. The tameness, the tardy negligence of other nations, will not be found among Englishmen: they will ever be found at the post at the hour of danger; they will present to your front a MILLION OF FREE PEOPLE, armed in the cause of VIRTUE, Order, and MORALITY; acting as ONE MAN, and guided by ONE HEART, in defence of that KING, that CONSTITUTION which with the TYRANNIC HAND of ARBI-ed Periods, anticipating the deserts of his oppressive conduct.- -Think of this, and know, what must be the fact, of your deceived army seeking in France that Plunder which was not to be ob tained from a free people... TRARY and DESPOTIC POWER; a people who have nothing left to fight for, and who are kept in order by the Coer cive Mandates of an Usurper-the point of a bayonet, or the fear of being immured in loathsome dungeons. Look at a mild and beneficent Sovereign, reigning in the hearts of a free people, who are rallying round his Standard for his defence and then see the horrid reverse of your own Case-a Foreign Usurper, flying like the Leader of a Banditti of Plunderers at unstat all the happiness you may deserve in Wishing you an early enjoyment of another world, I remain ONE OF THE OLD MINORITY; But now one of the largest Majority ever leagued under the Banners of any Sovereign. 116 3 Ave LY t Our Homes, our Loves, possess our Hearts, Our Swords their Peace shall savė. " N What tho' the Swiss ha'e hunker'd down, Let Dutch an' Don faint at his frown, A Scot's a Scot for a' that. For a' that, an a' that, His Hamburg Squibs an' a' that, Yon little man, First Consul ca'd, Frets, fumes, an' raves, an' a' that; Tho' Frenchmen tremble at his word, For a' that, an' a' that, Reviews, Levees, an' a' that, Tho' he can mak' Etrurian kings, To rule the sea's aboon his might, For a' that an a' that, Flat bottom'd boats an a' that, Yet let us pray to see the day, When Commerce smiles an a' that; When War shall cease, an' gentle Peace Shall beas the gree an a' that. For a' that, an a' that, 'Tis comin' yet for a' that, When bluidy blades an' broken heads,, SELECTED POETRY. THE CALENDAR OF VICTORY, YE Son's of Old Albion, though humble my Muse, ·Derry down, &c. They The first in the Year is a month rather cold, When LANGARA was warm'd by our RODNEY so bold; In April all London was pleas'd at the News, BOSCAWEN, CORNWALLIS, and BRIDPORT, in June, With fervour to equal July may I sing, How indebted for drubbing they stood to GEORGE BYné; Of laurels, in August, the crop is so vast, And heroes and victories follow so fast; To match Cressy and Blenheim in vain might we strive, It well may behove British hearts to remember, October, besides, the great valour proclaims, Of BEMBOW, HAWKE, KEPPLE, most glorious names : In November Earl WARWICK, a mettlesome fellow, As I've sung a full twelvemonth you'll think it too long, Ev'ry month, may we still beat 'em all the THE |