ADDRESS

TO THE PEOPLE OF ENGLAND.

YE gen'rous Youths who boast a Briton's name,
Alive to honour, and the blush of shame;
Shall GALLIA's slaves, who tremblingly obey
The haughty Corsican's relentless sway-
Who meanly cringe before his upstart throne,
Nor life, nor liberty, can call their own-
Dare to invade your smiling, happy Isle,
While LUST and RAPINE at their victims smile?
Dare to insult you with their vengeful ire,
Menace your harvests and your towns with fire?
To wrest from you the sceptre of the main,
Who basely kiss their Despot's iron chain?
Recall those heroes fam'd in days of old,
Your great Forefathers, hardy, free, and bold;
Recall those Chiefs, who nobly dar'd withstand'
The base Oppressors of their Native Land;
Recall CARACTACUS's scythed car,
Who brav'd the terrors of a CESAR's war;
Recall great ALFRED's wise and awful ghost;
Recall great WALLACE. in himself a host;
Recall the Barons from fair Runnimede,
Resolv'd to conquer, or resign'd to bleed;
Recall the triumphs of ELIZA's reign,
The scourge of Philip and of haughty Spain!
Let not those Chieftains in oblivion lie,
Who oft have made the Gallic squadrons fly-
Who oft have made their trembling standards yield,
And dy'd with gore the long-remember'd field."
View your brave Prince, with sable shield and lance,
Whose feats surpass the pages of romance;
When Poictiers rivall'd Cressy's far-fam'd plains,
And hapless John almost forgot his chains;

Let the fifth HENRY, drawn by FANCY's hand,
Lead on his martial and heroic band;

Lét Agincourt each British heart inspire,

And embryo Patriots catch the Warrior's fire.
See your lov'd daughters, beauteous, as the morn,
A prey to infamy, to lust, and scorn;
See curst Bastiles o'er ev'ry hamlet, tower
See vengeful harpies glut their love of power;
See the poor peasant plunder'd of his all,

And if he murmurs-meet the hostile ball;

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See your fair towns in desolation laid,

And the fierce soldier to fresh carnage wade;
"Inur'd to blood, and nurs'd in scenes of woe,"
Your crafty, cruel, and vindictive foe,

Steel'd 'gainst the pleasures of the social bowl,
Or Love's soft fires, that melt the raptur'd soul:
His callous heart no gen'rous passions swell;
Within his breast REMORSE, nor PITY, dwell.
Go view at Jaffa (if you trust his word)
The pris'ners murder'd by his faithless sword;
Go view, where SMITH his daring feats display'd,
His soldiers poison'd, and his sick betray'd;
Go view, when Alexandria found her grave,
His troops forbade e'en helpless age to save:
View brave TOUSSAINT, transported cross the main,
Torn like a felon from Domingo's plain;

Torn from his home, his children, and his wife,

To close in fetters his eventful life.

View the Apostate steal from Egypt's sands,

The base deserter of his vet'ran bands:

His murd'rous dagger Pavia long shall weep;

He mocks her woes with-"DEATH's eternal sleep."
His broken faith let plunder'd Venice tell-
View how Batavia, how Helvetia fell;

Once bless'd like you, with all that life endears,
Abandon'd now to rapine, scorn, and tears!'
Then, O my Country! must you feel the blow,
And be like, others, in your turn brought low?
Must you no more with gen'rous feeling beat,
Nor give MISFORTUNE a secure retreat?
Must all your social charities expire,

And your proud commerce feed the funeral fire?
Must you, renown'd for Probity and Laws,
Fam'd for your love of FREEDOM's glorious cause—
Must you relapse to what you were before,
A conquer'd province, and a barb'rous shore-
No-by those heroes, once your boast and pride,
Who oft for you have suffer'd, bled and dy'd-
By great NASSAU, by HAMPDEN's spotless shade;
By BRUCE, whose laurels Time can never fade;
By Egypt's shores, and by Aboukir's wave;
By ABERCROMBY's much-lamented grave;

By Howe, by DUNCAN, by ST. VINCENT,S name;
By WOLFE's great spirit, and by MINDEN's fame;
By that high Honour, which you must bequeath,
By SYDNEY's scaffold, and by RUSSELL'S wreath

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By the still pang indignant VIRTUE feels;
By the firm spirit which the Patriot steels:--
Come when he will-elate in frantic pride;
With vassal kingdoms crouching by his side-
Deck'd with the pageantry of Eastern State,
Tortur'd with restless and malignant hate-
Drunk with success, array'd in hostile form,
OLD ENGLAND'S Genius fearless meet the storm.
Tho' prostate Senates their anath'ma's pour—
Tho' abject Priests their impious flatt'ries show'r
Tho' dastard Courts the gen'rous strife forbear,
The plunder'd dole of guiltless neighbours share-
She spreads her Ægis o'r a sinking world,
Firm and erect, while all in ruin's hurl'd;
Calls her brave sons to grasp the shining spear,
Arrest the tyrant in his wild career—
Calls her bold Youth to train the martial steed,
Nod the plum'd helmet, and the plalanx lead;
To grace the Poet and Historian's page,
Renown'd and honour'd to the latest age;
Again to rival Blenheim's glorious plain
While future MARLBRO's equal tropies gain;
Again immortalize in Hist'ry's fight,
Boyn's rapid stream, or Calpe's tow'ring height.
Still shall your NELSONS guide the Hardy Tar,
Teach him to wield the thunders of your war;
Extend the triumphs of your sea-girt Isle,
From frozen Denmark to the sultry Nile.
Still shall your shores a safe retreat afford,
From the wide havock of the Gallic sword;
Grant an asylum to Distress and Woe,

And shield each suff'rer from his ruthless foe:
Still shall your Merchants distant seas explore,
And at your feet the wealth of India pour;
Still shall your Press, that bulwark of your Laws,
Protect, as ever, injur'd Virtue's cause;
Admir'd, while envied, by surrounding Slaves,
The dread of Despots, and the scourge of Knaves.
But if decreed by HEAV'N that fall we must,

And what she wills, is ever right and just;
If doom'd to swell (ordain'd by angry FATE),
This modern ATTILA's revengeful hate;

Then Europe's sun is set in endless night

Then FAITH, then HONOUR, wing their hasty flight

Then all the Ties of social life are o'er,

From Moscow's snows, to fair AUSONIA's shore

Then Gothic DARKNESS spreads its baleful shade→
Then ART, then LEARNING, Laws, and FREEDOM, fade!
For happier climes they hoist 'th indignant sail,
While savage FORCE and ANARCHY prevail-
While all the SCIENCE polish'd GREECE bestow'd
Of every Muse the once admir'd abode-
With all that GENIUS, all that TASTE inspire,
Sink in the flames to please a Despot's ire.
Long ere that moment let me meet my doom;
Grant me GREAT GOD, the refuge of the tomb!

EQUAL LAWS, and dispenses EQUAL HAPPINESS, to every subject. Compare this with a people borne down with the TYRANNIC HAND of ARBITRARY and DESPOTIC POWER; a people who have nothing left to fight for, and who are kept in order by the Coercive 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 unstated 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.

Wishing you an early enjoyment of all the happiness you may deserve in another world, I remain

ONE OF THE OLD MINORITY; But now one of the largest Majority ever leagued under the Banners of any Sovereign.

ORIGINAL POETRY.

DEFIANCE TO BONAPARTE.
A NEW MARTIAL SONG.

Tune" And a hunting we will go."
OUR COUNTRY calls, in arms we rise
To guard fair Britain's isle;
While Freedom is the bliss we prize,

Each heart will mock at toil.

And a soldiering we will go, &c.

No haughty despot, e'er shall bend
Our free-born spirits low;
Our King and Country we'll defend,
And dare th' insulting foe.

In vain shall Gallia's slavish hosts
Attempt to make us fear;

We'll laugh at all their empty boasts,

Should madness drive them here.

We swear to conquer or to die;

No Briton can do less,

Who fondly turns affection's eye

On all that's form'd to bless.

Each social tie new warmth imparts

Each object makes us brave,

Our Homes, our Loves, possess our Hearts,

Our Swords their Peace shall save.

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