Hear an exil'd Monarch groan- And succour fallen Majesty. Nations-Britain leads Each to join the lists prepare: Rouse ye, ere the fight be doneHurry, hurry to the war. Monthly Magazine. BONAPARTE & TALLEYRAND. Said Bonaparte to Talleyrand, 66 I England will invade Sir, And seize upon their trade, Sir; And all the men I will enslave, Their wives and daughters ravish.” With a fal lal, &c. Said Talleyrand to Bonaparte, For what he holds so dear Sir, The German and the Dutchmen," Said Bonaparte, all in a rage, "I will wipe out that blot Sir, My council pray rely on, "Methinks I hear his dreadful roar, Will prove you are insane Sir; But Bonaparte's resolv'd to brave, And meet the British thunder, THE BANTAM COCK. COME listen every Lord and Lady, Squire, Gentleman, and Statesman, About a very great man! To Britain would reach, if he could, From fancied ills to save ye; To travel by a nigh road; And fighting night and day there, A Nobleman was sent to him, Him down at his own table. Bow, wow, wow, &c. With Belles and Beaux the drawing room One morning it was quite full, And BONA, like a bantam-cock, Came crowing rather spiteful; He then began to huff and bluff, To shew that war his trade is; He scolded all the Englishmen, And frighten'd all the Ladies!!! Bow, wow, wow, &c. From Malta next he took his text, My Lord had one worth two on't: Bow, wow, wow, &c. My Lord, says he, you needs must see, Out of pure love and kindness; To make a generous people free, They'd be more frce than welcome. When I come o'er, I'll make all Britons Live in perfect bliss, Sir, I'm sure they will receive me just As kindly as the Swiss, Sir. The odds a hundred are to one I fail, tho' Fortune's minion; Says our Ambassador to him, I'm quite of your opinion. Bow, wow, wow, &c. My Lord, says he, I'll take the field; reach The bottom I've a notion. What would the English think to see Me-'twixt Boulogne and Dover? Why, General, they'd surely think, Your Worship half seas over! Bow, wow, wow, &c. Your Government, I'll tame, says he, Since war you are so fond on; I've got my will in Paris here, And wish the same in London; Then bring me flag invincible, A plan he's surely right in, Bow, wow, wow, &c. Quite frantic now, he vows revenge The moment that he's landed; And proudly boasts we cannot hope To fight him single handed. What, single handed, we can do, His troops shall know full well soon, For him, he learn'd it long ago, From single handed NELSON. Let nie, on this occasion, They dream of an Invasion: On gentle billows guide them, 1 The monstrous triumph soothes Thy fell revenge; a Moloch God, thou sit'st Go, to the couch of sleep, And when the nightly darkness hovers round, A voice, a searching voice, Shall strike in thunder on thy inmost heart; Hark! whence those harrowing groans? The cold dew fearful starts And he that sprinkled Jaffa's tow'rs with gore, Those whom thine eyes behold In opposite array, are Father's, Sons, Brethren, and Freemen! Patriots! Warriors tried! And Servants of their God! Come, thou Blasphemer! come, Plant thy firm foot upon the Christian isle! REFLECTIONS On the English and French NATIONAL CHARACTER; principally extracted from the Writings of the late Right us; Hon. EDMUND. BURKE. FOUR hundred years have gone over but I believe we are not materially changed since that period. Thanks to our sullen resistance to innovation, thanks to the cold sluggishness of our national character, we still bear the stamp of our forefathers. We have not (as I conceive) lost the generosity and dignity of thinking of the fourteenth century; nor as yet have we subtilized ourselves into savages. We are not the converts of Rousseau; we are not the disciples of Voltaire; Helvetius has made no progress amongst us. Atheists are not our preachers; madmen are not our lawgivers. We know that we have made no discoveries; and we think that no discoveries are to be made in morality; nor many in the great principles of government, nor in the ideas of liberty, which were understood long before we were born.-In England we have not yet been completely emboweled of our natural entrails; we still feel within us, and we cherish and cultivate those inbred sentiments which are the faithful guardians, the active monitors of duty, the true supporters of all liberal and manly morals. We have not been drawn and trussed, in order that we 02. may be filled, like stuffed birds in a Museum.-We preserve the whole of our feelings still native and entire, unsoWe have real hearts of flesh and blood phisticated by pedantry and infidelity. beating in our bosoms. We fear God! we look up with awe to kings; with affection to parliaments; with duty to ̈ magistrates; with reverence to our church; and with respect to nobility. Because when such ideas are brought before our minds, it is natural to be affected: because all other feelings are false and spurious, and tend to corrupt our minds, to vitiate our primary morals, to render us unfit for rational liberty; and by teaching us a servile, licentious and abandoned insolence, to be our low sport for a few holidays, to make us perfectly fit for, and justly deserving of slavery, through the whole course of our lives. We are afraid to put men to live and trade each on his own private stock of reason; because we suspect that this stock in each man is small, and that the individuals would do better to avail themselves of the general bank and capital of nations, and of ages.-This may be called prejudice: but prejudice is of ready application in the emer gency; it previously engages the mind in a steady course of wisdom and virtue, and does not leave the man hesitating in the moment of decision, sceptical, puzzled, and unresolved. Prejudice renders |