TRANSLATION OF THE NEW SONG

OF THE

"ARMY OF ENGLAN D.”

WRITTEN BY THE CI-DEVANT BISHOP OF AUTUN.

WITH NOTES BY THE TRANSLATOR.

GOOD Republicans all,

The Directory's call

Invites you to visit JOHN BULL;

Oppress'd by the rod

Of a King, and a God,*

The cup of his misery's full.

Old JOHNNY shall see

What makes a man free;

Not parchments, nor statutes on paper;

* General Danican, in his Memoirs, tells us, that while he was in command, a felon, who had assumed the name of Brutus, Chief of a Revolutionary tribunal at Rennes, said to his colleagues, on Good Friday, " Brothers, we must put to death "this day, at the same hour the Counter-Revolutionist Christ died, that young "devotee who was lately arrested:" and this young lady was guillotined accordingly, and her corpse treated with every possible species of indecent insult, to the infinite amusement of a vast multitude of spectators.

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And stripp'd of his riches,

Great charter, and breeches,

Shall cut a free citizen's caper.

Then away let us over,

To Deal, or to Dover

We laugh at his talking so big;

He's pamper'd with feeding,

And wants a sound bleeding—

Par Dieu! he shall bleed like a pig!

JOHN, tied to the stake,

A grand baiting will make,

When worried by mastiffs of France ;

What Republican fun!

To see his blood run,

As at Lyons, La Vendée, and Nantz.*

*The Reader will find in the works of Peter Porcupine (a spirited and instructive writer), an ample and satisfactory commentary on this and the following stanza. The French themselves inform us, that, by the several modes of destruction here alluded to, upwards of 30,000 persons were butchered at Lyons, and this once magnificent city almost levelled to the ground, by the command of a wretched actor (Collot d'Herbois), whom they had formerly hissed from the stage. From the same authorities we learn, that at Nantz 27,000 persons, of both sexes, were murdered; chiefly by drowning them in plugged boats. The waters of the Loire became putrid, and were forbidden to be drank, by the savages who conducted

We'll vomit his purse,

And make it the guineas disgorge;

For your Raphaels and Rubens,

We would not give two-pence;

Stick, stick to the PICTURES OF GEORGE.

No Venus of stone,

But of good flesh and bone,

Will do for a true Democrat;

the massacre. That at Paris 150,000, and in La Vendée 300,000 persons were destroyed. Upon the whole, the French themselves acknowledge, that TWO MILLIONS of human beings (exclusive of the military), have been sacrificed to the principles of EQUALITY and the RIGHTS OF MAN: 250,000 of these are stated to be WOMEN, and 30,000 CHILDREN. In this last number, however, they do not include the unborn; nor those who started from the bodies of their agonizing parents, and were stuck upon the bayonets of those very men who are now to compose the "ARMY OF ENGLAND," amidst the most savage acclamations.

When weary with slaughter,

With JOHN's wife and daughter

We'll join in a little chit-chat.

The shop-keeping hoard,

The tenant, and lord,

And the merchants,* are excellent prey:

At our cannon's first thunder,

Rape, pillage, and plunder,

The Order shall be of the day.

French fortunes and lives,

French daughters and wives,

Have five honest men to defend 'em ;

And Barras and Co.

When to England we go,

Will kindly take JOHN's in commendam.

* At Lyons, Jabogues, the second murderer (the actor being the first), in his speech to the Democratic Society, used these words " Down with the edifices "raised for the profit or the pleasure of the rich; down with them ALL. COM"MERCE and ARTS are useless to a warlike people, and are the destruction of that "SUBLIME EQUALITY which France is determined to spread over the globe."

Such are the consequences of RADICAL REFORM!!! Let any merchant, farmer, or landlord: let any husband or father consider this, and then say, " Shall we or "shall we not contribute a moderate sum, IN PROPORTION TO OUR ANNUAL EXPEN"DITURE, for the purpose of preserving ourselves from the fate of Lyons, La Vendée, "and Nantz."

STYPTIC.

No. XI.

JANUARY 22.

We have said in another part of our Paper of this day," that though we shall never

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begin an attack, we shall always be prompt to repel it."

On this principle, we could not pass over in silence, the Epistle to the Editors of the Anti-Jacobin, which appeared in the Morning Chronicle of Wednesday, and from which we have fortunately been furnished with a Motto for this day's Paper. We assure the Author of the Epistle, that the Answer which we have here the honour to address to him, contains our genuine and undisguised sentiments upon the merits of the poem.

Our conjectures respecting the authors and abettors of this performance may possibly be as vague and unfounded as theirs are with regard to the Editors of the AntiJacobin. We are sorry that we cannot satisfy their curiosity upon this subject— but we have little anxiety for the gratification of our own.

TO THE

AUTHOR OF THE EPISTLE TO THE EDITORS

OF THE

ANTI-JACOBIN.*

Nostrorum sermonum candide judex!

BARD of the borrow'd lyre! to whom belong

The shreds and remnants of each hackney'd song;

It is hardly to be expected, that the character of the Epistle should be taken on trust from the Editors of this Volume: it is thought best, therefore, to subjoin the whole performance as it originally appeared: a mode of hostility obviously the