CONGRATULATORY ODE,

ADDRESSED TO WILLIAM WYNDHAM, ESQ; OF

FELBRIGG, NORFOLK.

B Y THE SAMI.

Mufis Amicus, triftitiam & metus
Tradam pretervis in mare Creticum

Portare ventis.

HOR. Ode 26. Lib. 1.

To Wyndham tune no venal lyre,
The name fhall every note infpire
And confecrate my lays :

Let freedom's fons no more complain,
Again they'll hear thy patriot ftrain,
And join in Wyndham's praife,

Around you throng the facred band,
With eager transport press your hand,
And mutual welcome blend :

From Burke the tear of joy will start,
Ca'ndifh will clafp you to his heart,
And Savile hail his friend.

Townshend with quick fenfations bleft
Will fnatch you to a foldier's breast,

By

Hunger alone makes Britons yield,
With bellies full-they brave the field,
And fcorn-capitulation!
-But Arnold play'd the very thief,
Stole off their pudding-bread and beef,
-So took them by-ftarvation!

Sir William's conquefts raise a smile,
LO RED-BANK yields (and eke MUD ISLE).
Which Heffians ftorm'd-Pell mell!
The ditch was wet-they had no § bladders,
The wall was high-they had no ladders,

-So Donop-fought and fell!

We've

in German and English, to the whole line (according to the terms of the capitulation) to pile their arms ----But the true reason of this boafted magnanimity, was because Mr. Gates. and his poltroons did not feel themselves bold enough to be fpectators of fo auguft and awful a ceremony.

§ Col. Donop might have been supplied with a fufficient number of both these articles for twenty pounds, which would have infured him fuccefs; befides faving the lives of fix hundred gallant Heffians, who coft this country (on a moderate computation) forty pounds a man, before they can be transported to America; confequently here would have been a nett faving of 23,980l. In a country where there is no fcarcity of wood, the Provoft Marshal (or military Jack Ketch) whofe duty is to provide ladders, can have no excuse. [Vide Sir William Howe's letter]-As few of the foreign troops can fwim, they fhould be always furnished with bladders when they take the field. [Vide King of Pruffia's regulations, and Marshal Saxe's reveries.]

We've fcalps to grace the new || knights collars,
Reduc'd in price-to juft * three dollars,
Our Indians found fuch game:
-Will North give up the glorious chace,
Give up the war, refign his place,
And end his days with fhame!

-To Franklin ope St. James's gates,
As envoy from the Rifing States!

'Twould give our Liege the gripes; -Ask valiant Gambier if it's fit

That OCEAN'S QUEEN fhould e'er fubmit
To thirteen rebel stripes?

No-pour out Britain's blood and riches,
Take hungry Donald without breeches,

And coax bold Kate of Ruffia:
-Ally with negroes-gypfies-Danes,
Stab with Scotch Dirks, and Irish † Skanes,
And fcorn the king of Prussia-

We'll make the house of Bourbon dance,
When Yankey land is join'd to France,
Be Britain's thunder hurl'd:

-In triumph let our navy ride,
Whilft honeft Twitcher cries with pride,
"Old England 'gainst the world."

How are thy fubjects, Albion, blett!
The Eaft as happy as the Weft,
-As Pigot's ghost will tell us :

If on one hero's acts I dwell,
With envy every Scot would fwell,
And Lovat's clan be jealous.

What tho' our debt the greater grows,
We always may defy our foes,

E'en

Six regiments of royal papifts to be raifed in Ireland, and armed with fkanes, which, by Spenfer's defcription, are. a fort of Hibernian fcalping knife. The Dirk is well known in this country fince 45.

Col. Stuart's generous, manly conduct, is fufficiently known.

E'en when our credit's fhaking: 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?
His Grace of York-and cropt Shebbeare,
Are royal fcribes appointed;
-Paffive obedience they will preach,
From all the loyal texts that teach
-To love the lord's anointed.

Moral Gazettes fpread law and truth,
Sedition's venom taints our youth,

Suck'd in from Woodfall's paper:
-Both houfes fhould the king address,
To fave the ftate, and gag the prefs,
-He'll grant an Impri-matur §.

Send Shelburne-Barre-Burke to jail,
-No Habeas Corpus, and no bail-
Will then old Chatham riot!
-From dungeons dark the Yankeys turn,
At Smithfield every rebel burn,

And give the nation-quiet.

All true friends to liberty call aloud for a licensing að, otherwife our civil or religious rights must suffer. The la a& expired in 1694. [Vide Blackftone.]