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And coax bold Kate of Ruflia :
And scorn the king of Prussia
We'll make the house of Bourbon dance,
Be Britain's thunder hurl'd:
" Old England 'gainst the world."
How are thy subjects, Albion, blett!
-As Pigot's ghost will tell us :
And Lovat's clan be jealous.
What tho' our debt the greater grows,
f Six regiments of royal papists to be raised in Ireland, and armed with kanes, which, by Spenser's description, are. a sort of Hibernian scalping knife. The Dirk is well known in this country fince 45.
1 Col. Stuart's generous, manly conduct, is fufficiently known.
E’en when our credit's shaking : For if the Dutch will lend no more, We'll pay Mynheer the heavy score,
-And clear ourselves by breaking.
Why should we whiggish zealots fear?
Are royal scribes appointed ;
-To love the lord's anointed.
Moral Gazettes spread law and truth,
Suck'd in from Woodfall's paper :
-He'll grant an Impri-matur 9.
Send Shelburne-Barre-Burke to jail,
Will then old Chatham riot!
And give the nation-quiet.
$ An true friends to liberty call aloud for a licenfing aa, otherwise our çivil or religious rights must suffer. The lak a& expired in 1694. (Vide Blackstone.)
rather unlucky accidents-But let it be confidered that we have only fixty thousand men in America, (Gen. Burgoyne and his army includ. ed.) Thirty or forty thousand more may do great things, and perhaps reduce the rebels to unconditional submission in five or fix campaigns. I took up the pen from a generous motive;- to celebrate our supposed victories, to display the glory of Old England, the extension of our commerce, the wisdom of our ministers, the magnanimity of our monarch, and the happiness of the people-As it is my ardent with to raise the spirits of my defponding countrymen, I still think the publication of the following chearful Ode (though a little mal-a-propos at present as to facts) may prove a national benefit.
Custode rerum Cæsare, non furor,
HOR. L. f Ode 15,
SING Io Pæans, through the land,
Who bafely meant t'enslave us:
* Which God and Nature gave us.
Our bayonets have op'd their veins,
Are “ deftin'd to the cord ;"
Beneath a tyrant's sword !
Traitors ring from every tongue,
Lord Suffolk's speech.
These knaves talk common sense !
'Tis in his own defence!
" Grac'd with all the power of words
Our Tully will harangue 'em :
Both to impeach and hang 'em.
Sam Johnson rob'd in gown and band,
Which charm’d the British nation;
“ No tyranny
Bold Germ-e cries out- -~ Who's afraid,"
Yet stain'd with Minden's slaughter;
The severe punishment designed for this gentleman, and his family, was probably owing to his lordship's having discovered that Mr. Cushing had conceived an idea of being