IMITATION. SAPPHICS. The Friend of Humanity and the Knife-grinder. FRIEND OF HUMANITY. NEEDY Knife-grinder! whither are you going? Weary Knife-grinder! little think the proud ones, Who in their coaches roll along the turnpike -road, what hard work 'tis crying all day, "Knives and Scissars to grind O!" "Tell me, Knife-grinder, how came you to grind knives? Did some rich man tyrannically use you? Was it the squire ? or parson of the parish? Or the attorney? "Was it the squire, for killing of his game? or Covetous parson, for his tithes distraining? Or roguish lawyer made you lose your little All in a lawsuit ? (Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine ?) Drops of compassion tremble on my eyelids, Ready to fall as soon as you have told your Pitiful story." KNIFE-GRINDER. Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir, Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers, Torn in a scuffle, "" Constables came up for to take me into Custody; they took me before the justice; Justice Oldmixon put me in the parish -Stocks for a vagrant. "I should be glad to drink your Honour's health in A pot of beer, if you will give me sixpence ; But for my part, I never love to meddle With politics, sir." FRIEND OF HUMANITY. "I give thee sixpence! I will see thee damn'd firstWretch! whom no sense of wrongs can rouse to ven geance Sordid, unfeeling, reprobate, degraded, Spiritless outcast ? [Kicks the Knife-grinder, overturns his wheel, and exit in a transport of Republican enthusiasm and universal philanthropy.] [In February 1797 a small force of French had landed in Pembrokeshire but had been easily driven away by the local levies.] Nov. 30. We have received the following from a Loyal Correspondent, and we shall be very happy at any time to be relieved, by communications of a similar tendency, from the drudgery of Jacobinical imitations, THE INVASION; OR, THE BRITISH WAR SONG. To the Tune of "Whilst happy in my native land.” I. WHILST happy in our native land, So great, so famed in story, Let's join, my friends, with heart and hand To guard our country's glory: When Britain calls, her valiant sons Will rush in crowds to aid her— Snatch, snatch your muskets, prime your guns, And crush the fierce invader! Whilst every Briton's song shall be, "O give us death-or victory!" II. Long had this favour'd isle enjoyed These from our hearths by force to tear Our frantic foes shall vainly dare; III. Let France in savage accents sing We prize our Country, love our King, For these we'll every danger face, And quit our rustic labours; Our ploughs to firelocks shall give place, And clad in arms our song shall be, "O give us death-or victory!" IV. Soon shall the proud invaders learn To brave their cannon's thunder And night and morn our song shall be, "O give us death-or victory!" V. When with French blood our fields manured, The glorious struggle's ended, We'll sing the dangers we've endured, The blessings we've defended; And weep o'er those who nobly fell HELY ADDINGTON W. M. No. IV. Dec. 4. [Based on Lines" written by William Roscoe "for the purpose of being recited on the anniversary of the 14th of July" (the day of the taking of the Bastille). The first verse runs : "O'er the vine-covered hills and gay regions of France See the day-star of liberty rise; Through the clouds of detraction unsullied advance An effulgence so mild, with a lustre so bright, All Europe with wonder surveys; And from deserts of darkness and dungeons of night, We have been favoured with the following specimen of Jacobin Poetry, which we give to the world without any comment or imitation. We are informed (we know not how truly) that it will be sung at the Meeting of the Friends of Freedom. LA SAINTE GUILLOTINE. A NEW SONG. ATTEMPTED FROM THE FRENCH. Tune, O'er the vine-cover'd hills and gay regions of France." I. FROM the blood bedewed vallies and mountains of France, See the Genius of Gallic invasion advance! Old ocean shall waft her, unruffled by storm, While our shores are all lined with the Friends of Reform.* *See Proclamation of the Directory [addressed to the army and telling them that on arrival in London they would be joined by the Friends of Parliamentary Reform and by the whole Irish Nation.] |