Again let Nelson, Sidney, strike, Or gallant Moira, grac'd alike For camp or council, guide us: The Corsican on sea or shore In games and sports athletic, The Kentish Men excel; In War they are terrific, In Love they bear the belle. Shall find his laurels cropp'd once more, They shine in Love as well as War, So are the Women fair; The country too is lovely, Its forts so strong, its castles all,' Then sing in praise, &c. The promis'd land of blessing, Is this fam'd land of Kent. Its bees in every coppice; The hops, the beer, the cherries there, Will shew the Land of Promise. CHORUS. Then sing in praise of Men of Kent, Traveller. OLD OLD ANNA.” From the Loyal Cottagers. BY MR. PRATT. THUS genuine people tell their pain, In words from genuine nature caught, And thus the Gleaner joins the strain, The same his prospects and his thought. For, to this cottage true he wends, At length, his solitary way, And here awhile, with lowly friends, He hails declining summer's day. And forth he goes, midst native grounds, To clasp a hundred rustic hands; Then fondly strays o'er well-known bounds, And mixes in the harvest bands. And as he sees the youngling trains, O'er fragant fields assiduous roam, He listens to their artless strains, Till twilight guides them gently home. And when their sounds are heard no more, And nought but light winds whisper round, When toil and pastime both are o'er, And weary groupes repose profound: O then how soft alone to sit, Pensive within this cottage true, E'er yet the bat has ceased to twit, E'er yet the moon retires from view. And, O how sweet, at midnight hour, To breathe a prayer for suffering friend, And supplicate the healing power Some pitying balm from heaven to send. And softer still, to hear him sleep, Each pain and sorrow lull'd the while; And when again the morn doth peep, Bid him good-morrow with a smile. But, lo! how pale that moon-ray peers On yonder figure, old and poor, "Tis Anna*, of a hundred years, Who descants still of times of yore. Still vaunts of gay victorious days, When she and our First George did reign; The monarch he of lofty lays, And she the queen of humbler strain. And now, though scepter'd beauty's o'er, And all her lovers in the grave, The rustics, as they pass her door, Swear-" ANNA FROM THE FOE TO SAVE." She hears the oath, and, with a sigh, Thankful extends her wither'd arm, "The burial place," quoth she, " nigh, SO * Ann Earl, who resides in a cottage, immediately opposite to that of John Hills, bordering on the church-yard. In her youth she is said to have been extremely beautiful. The author remembers her in the same house upwards of forty years; and, in a recent conversation with her, finds she has a memory to all which then passed. + There are numerous beds of these in and along the neighbouring river Ouze. Or, as they more frequently call him, Bonnyparty. Then Then stoutly forth they march with With stony heart, and weepless eye, And yon white stone in ruins lay, On which the sweet moon now doth shine, And make the hallow'd bones thy prey, And mock at love and pity's shrine! Yes, ruthless thou! untaught to spare, Thou tak'st thy sacrilegious round, Stabbing the labourers as they lie, In Toil's sweet slumber wrapt profound. Or should he to your isle advance, Till e'en the crook shall laurels gain. So shall the loud and jovial laugh, Still gaily spread from sheaf to sheaf; And PEACE return, as proud you quaff The DOWNFALL of the Gallic Chief! So shall your villages and plains, Your farms and cots be still your thrones, Can'st rob the chambers of the grave, So thrive your damsels, dames, and The meek babe from the bosom tear, Nor mother, nor her infant, save. To thy destroying arm must yield, The useful ox, the generous steed, And all the treasures of the field, And man and beast promiscuous bleed! swains, And quiet rest poor Anna's bones. Then rise! ye husbandmen and swains; Arm, arm, ye rich, and arm ye poor; Defend your dear and native plains, And spurn th' Invader from your door. VOL. I. THE ANTI-GALLICAN. NUMBER VII. PROPHETIC ODE. HIGH where yon rock aspiring tow'rs,] Then views with lofty scorn thy foe's audacious bands. O THOU, by whom the chosen race Eager to meet the Fiend of France, See Britain's fiery sons advance!. Tyrant avaunt! no land of slaves Before thy haggard glance appears; No sad Egyptian race to stoop, In yon green Isle's protected ground There Liberty in triumph reigns, Fresh as the verdure of the plains. No tribes like thine unhallow'd must intrude; Or welter round her sea-girt coast, and tinge the waves with blood. View on her shores yon proud array, And measure back thy wat'ry way: O'er crouds of slaves, a fell Usurper, reign, Dd Monster! Monster! by Heav'n's mysterious will, See o'er the gloomy Tyrant's face "Tis done!---thy doom is seal'd; thy race is run; Thy laurels blasted, and thy trophies gone! Thus may Ambition's sons accurs'd G. S. THE SPEECH OfTHOMAS MACDONALD, Esq. at the General Meeting of the Inhabitants of Ealing and Brentford, on Monday, the 8th of August, 1803, to consider the most effectual means of forming a VOLUNTEER CORPS. AFTER stating in detail the proceed ings of the Vestry, held at Ealing, on the 28th of July; of the Committee appointed at that Vestry, and the SubCommittee by them chosen; in the course of which detail he took occasion to do justice to the zeal and known merits of the Officers and Gentlemen of the late Brentford Armed Association; and after reading the Resolutions of the Committee for the immediate formation of a strong VOLUNTEER CORPS, conformably to the Act lately passed for the Defence of the Realm, Mr. MACDONALD proceeded nearly as follows: These, Sir, are the Proceedings and Resolutions I have undertaken to submit to the consideration of this General Meeting of the Parish of Ealing, and Township of New-Brentford, which it gratifies me to see so very respectably and numerously attended---and in executing the duty with which I have thus been honoured, I feel the most sensible satisfaction; not only because these Resolutions have met with my own cordial and hearty Approbation, but because I am thus enabled to bear public testimony to the Zeal, the steady spirit of Determination, the perfect Concord and Unanimity which have distinguished all our various Meetings on this most momentous business. The same Unanimity, I hope and trust, will prevail on the present occasion, and I do not hesitate to say with perfect confidence, that if that same spirit prerails, as we have reason to believe that it does, throughout the kingdom at large the country is safe.-The conduct of the people here is anxiously observed in France; and speedy preparation, with the determined purpose of a brave resistance, if it do not prevent, will enable us, under Heaven, to surmount the threatened evil. "I have said that in every instance we have been unanimous-and indeed were we not unanimous at the present crisis, |