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Decemb. 4. 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 Meet ing of the Friends of Freedom; an account of which is anticipated in our present paper.
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 bedew'd 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
* See Proclamation of the Directory.
Confiscation and Murder attend in her train,
To dance in a ring round the gay
II. To London, “the rich, the defenceless,”# she comes-Hark! my boys, to the sound of the Jacobin drums! See Corruption, Prescription, and Privilege fly, Pierced through bytheglance of her blood-darting eye. While patriots, from prison and prejudice freed, In soft accents shall lisp the Republican Creed, And with tricolour'd fillets, and cravats of green, Shall crowd round the altar of Sainte Guillotine.”
III See the level of Freedom sweeps over the landThe vile Aristocracy's doom is at hand ! Not a seat shall be left in a House that we kilow, But for Earl Buonaparte and Baron Moreau. But the rights of the Commons shall still be respected, Buonaparte himself shall approve the elected And the Speaker shall march with majestical mien, And make his three bows to the grave Guillotine.
* The “ too long calumniated author of the Rights of Man” -See a Sir Something Burdett's speech at the Shakspeare, as referred to in the Courier of Nov. 30.
+ The Guillotine at Arras was, as is well known to every Jacobin, painted “ Couleur de Rose."
See Weekly Examiner, No. II, Extract from the Courier. IV.
Two heads, says the proverb, are better than one,
ment !* When the National Razor has shaved them quite clean, What a handsome oblation to Sainte Guillotine !
La petite Fenétre, and la Razoire Nationale, fondling expressions applied to the Guillotine by the Jacobins in France, and their pupils here.
Decemb. 11. We have already hinted at the principle by which the followers of the Jacobinical Sect are restrained from the exercise of their own favourite virtue of Charity. The force of this prohibition, and the strictness with which it is observed, are strongly exemplified in the following poem. It is the production of the same Author, whose happy effort in English Sapphics we pre_ sumed to imitate ; the present effusion is in Dactylics, and equally subject to the laws of Latin Prosody.
THE SOLDIER'S WIFE.
Weary wảy-wānděrěr, lānguid and sick åt heart,
We think that we see him fumbling in the pocket of his blue pantaloons; that the splendid shilling is about to make its appearance, and glad the heart of the poor sufferer.—But no such thing—the Bard very calmly contemplates her situation, which he describes in a pair of very pathetical stanzas; and after the following well-imagined topic of consolation, concludes by leav. ing her to Providence.
Thy husband will never return from the war again;
We conceived that it would be necessary to follow up this general rule with the particular exception, and to point out one of those cases in which the embargo upon Jacobin Bounty is sometimes suspended; with this view we have subjoined the poem of
THE SOLDIER'S FRIEND.
Come, little Drummer Boy, lay down your knap
sack here: I am the Soldier's Friend-bereare some booksfor you; Nice clever books by Tom Paine, the philanthropist.
Here's half-a-crown for you-here are some handbills
tooGo to the Barracks, and give all the Soldier's some. Tell them the Sailors are all in a Mutiny.
[Exit Drummer Boy, with Handbill's and Half
a-crown.Manet Soldier's Friend.