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The darling object of the British state,

A native prince, on whom we counted high, No fooner mounted on thy vacant feat,

Than joy began to fmile in ev'ry eye.

But, ah! how dark are heav'n's myfterious ways!
In error's mazes how are mortals led!
Blafted the wreaths, and wither'd all the bays,
We fondly wove to crown his regal head..

The partial minion, fraught with fubtle wiles,.
Soon gain'd his confidence by hellish art.::
Nor can the nation's cenfures, nor her fmiles,
Correct his judgment, or reform his heart..

Alas! how blind to fortune,, and to fame,
Must be the prince who hugs within his breast
A foe that always cavill'd at his claim,

And ftrove the fceptre from his hand to wreft..

Yet fuch there is-ye heav'ns forgive the fight!
Nor cou'd a Junius wake him from his dream;
In vain the people pray, the patriots write,

He nods fupine o'er Tweeda's tainted fream."

Ill-fated hour! when on thy guileless youth,.
The Northern star its baneful influence fhed,
Turn'd all thy footsteps from the ways of truth,
And mark'd to vengeance thy

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Can

Can nothing roufe thee-nothing wake thy foul?
O may fome vifion of the midnight hour,
Some dying Charles before thy fancy roll,

And teach thee goodness equal to thy pow'r!

Remember, Sire, or, if thou hast not read,

Turn o'er the fad, but wife historic page; There was a people fold their prince's head, And there are villains born in ev'ry age.

Oh then awake! the voice of truth attend!
And tho' the novel found may grate thine ear,
Refolve at last to be thy country's friend;

For all thy peace and safety center there.

"Tis heav'n that fpeaks; and tho' thou art a King,
In spite of fraud, in fawning flattery's spite,
Thou, foon or late, fhalt feel the truths I fing,
For all thy conduct must be brought to light..

And what a weight thy lab'ring foul will prefs!
How wilt thou ftand amid the dark despair,
When millions tell thee all their deep distress
Could never pierce thine adamantine ear?

In time be wife; drive traitors from thy breaft;
And let the juft, the honest round thee move;
So fhall the finking ftate once more be blest,
And thou be happy in thy people's love!

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'TWAS the wifh of thy heart to rivet the chain,

That fefters poor man to the bone;

'Twas the wifh of thy heart to quicken the pain. That imbitters his bittereft groan.

Thofe bleffings which reafon and freedom enjoy (For freedom and reafon are one)

'Twas the wish of thy heart to enfnare or deftroy; -That wish-thank refiftance-is gone.

And now 'tis its wish to cajole and deceive,

To weep and by weeping betray;
For fools will imagine and courtiers conceive,
That tears can wipe murder *
away.

But wing'd upon fire, the firft wifh of thy heart:
Long fince has been known to the skies;
Tho' dabbl'd in blood it was loth to depart,
And felonious it flags as it flies.

The D of M is defired to remember Mr. Yorke..、

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66 SENT BY GENERAL PAOLI."

IN vain the Corficans to Chriftians fue;
On favage minds the cause of virtue works;
From this ftrange conduct, it appears too true,
The Turks turn Chriftians, and the Chriftians Turks.
W. W.

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"LET Amherst fall!" Corruption said:

Obedient to her call,

Our statesmen, knowing in their trade,.
Re-echo'd, "Let him fall!-

He never bent before thy throne,

Nor dragg'd thy golden yoke;

Then let him fall!-and let thy fon,
Thy Hh ftrike the ftroke."

Thrice loud the Gallic cock did crow,

And thrice Britannia figh'd; Blush'd while the vn gave the blow, And funk beneath the tide.

Yet trembling for her darling land,
Red with maternal fhame,
To Clio flew, whofe honeft hand
Gives infamy or fame.

With downcaft eyes fhe spoke her fear,
Indignant told her grief;
And pray'd the pitying mufe to tear
The black, the guilty leaf.

And ne'er to future ages tell

(Her Britain's fouleft stain)

How Hgh rul'd, and Amherst fell, While B—s—k feem'd to r-n.

Justice ftood by; fhe bent her bow,

Refus'd Britannia's pray'r; Cry'd, "Hear th' irrevocable vow, "Tis by myfelf I swear!

No times fhall wipe away their crimes

The names in this true page

Shall blacken through fucceeding times,

And flink from age to age.

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