Should the Coast of old Erin, this Braggart receive, Or should this Invader be led to explore But jesting apart, let us join heart and hand, Then laugh at the man, who our Isle would enslave. A. Z THE BRITONS' DETERMINATION. Our feuds, our party passions are for ever gone they are to be buried in the Grave of 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, Then rise, fellow freemen, and stretch the right hand, 'Tis the home we hold sacred is laid to our trust, Should a conqueror tread on our forefathers' dust, In a Briton's sweet home shall the spoiler abide, Shall a Frenchmn insult the lov'd-fair at our side? Then rise, fellow freemen, and stretch the right hand, Shall Tyrants enslave us, my countrymen?—No! Let a death bed repentance be taught the proud foe, CAMPBELL. THE OLD ENGLISH LION, By the Author of " THE HERO OF THE NORTH." THE Old Lion of England grows youthful again; His eye-balls flash fire, his terrible roar, Like thunder bursts awfully over our shore! 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, 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, 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; Great Great parent of navies! it spreads o'er the waves, Our Father---our Friend, The King whom we honour!--the Man whom we love! Its nerves fresh endued, The Old English Lion immortal shall prove. From the sail-crowded bays and throng'd havens of France, 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, To those Brave, Gallant, and Loyal shores of that enemy's country covered Hearts, the COMMANDERS, OFFICERS, SEAMEN, 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 and 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 FRATERNITY, 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 the 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. : a Nobly have YOU fought on former occasions! What obligations does your Country owe to YOU, HER GALLANT HEARTS OF OAK, HER FIRM, INVINCIBLE DEFENDERS! She calls a you again to protect 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 eutlass! 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 its 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 to an insolent CORSICAN USURPER, who has established with the point of the Bayonet, a power over a nas tion fitted only to be Slaves. BRITISH SEAMEN! At this important crisis you have arduous duties to perform: you must submit to many privations, and encoun ter 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 Frenchinan should effect a hostile landing in our happy country. Every Tar who has a sweetheart on shore, or a wife, or a daughter, or a sister that is dear to him, must 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! By the love you bear your country, and the honour in which you hold your mild and parental Sovereign; by the affection bear you 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 at this moment to display your wonted E 2 ener energies, and the valour so well known and so justly dreaded by our foes. Then will Britain triumphantly surmount every danger, and shew to the Corsican Despot and his affrighted Slaves, that BRITAIN STILL IS MISTRESS OF THE SEAS, and that her Wooden Walls are her impregnable bulwarks. AN ENGLISHMAN. Naval Chronicle. PEOPLE OF THE BRITISH ISLES! LET none affect to despise the idea that WE SHALL SHORTLY BE INVADED. Our foe has pledged himself to it. He is at this moment disengaged from every Continental enemy--he is supported, he exists only by warfare and plunder. Our Naval Victories have sufficiently taught him to despair of ever withstanding us on the Watery Element, and consequently the only possibility of any success rests in conveying his Land Forces on our Shores ; and that that is by no means impracticable, is the opinion of the first Military Characters. Let us therefore make known to Frenchmen that whatever difference in Political Opinions may arise among ourselves, that when our beloved Country is menaced by Invasion, we WILL AND HAVE RESOLVED ONE AND ALL, to defend with bravery and vigor its honour, freedom, and independence. "Death is the worst, a fate which all must try, But for our Country 'tis a bliss to die. The gallant man, tho' slain in fight he be, Yet leaves his Children safe, his Country free, Entails a debt on all the grateful state, His own brave friends shall glory in his fate; His wife live honor'd, all his race succeed, And late posterity enjoy the deed." But let us pause, and contemplate for a moment what we have to defend. We have to defend from brutal vialation the British Fair, whose unrivalled beauty so far from protecting them, will add proportionably to their misery. We have to defend, (and transmit unimpaired to our children) those Rights and Liberties for which our Ancestors have so often bled, from time to time, and even sacrificed their lives to preserve. We have to defend and to maintain, such glorious privileges as collectively no other nation on the earth can boast of possessing. We have a MAGNA CHARTA and a FREE PRESS; but above all, our glorious and invaluable Constitution, the admiration and the wonder of the world. What ardour will not the first consideration alone inspire in the breasts of our British Youths? What hitherto unheard of prodigies of valour, what feats of Courage may we not expect, in A CAUSE, SO TRULY GRAND--SO TRULY JUST. "Rely on fate, whose out-stretch'd hand Shall still preserve thee from the hostile steel, For scenes of future bliss.-Think on the day When with a victor's emulation swoln, Thine arms shall clasp a mistress' throbbing breast, When tears of joy shall grace thy mother's cye, And rapt'rous smiles, to view a conquering son, Play on her aged brow! O think— It is hoped and trusted therefore, that every individual, in proportion to his means, will imitate the glorious example of the Merchants and others of the City of London: "Those generous traders who alike sustain Their nation's glory on th' obedient main, And bounteous raise Affliction's drooping pain." A VOLUNTEER. DE |