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Shall thus the fierce Destroyer's hand
Pass unresisted o'er our Native Land ?
Our country sink, to barb'rous force a prey,
And ransom’d England bow to Gallic sway?

II. “ Is then the contest o'er ?" we cried,

“ And lie we at your feet? “ And dare you vauntingly decide

66 The fortune we shall meet? “ A brighter day we soon shall see ;

“ No more the prospect lours ; “ And Conquest, Peace, and Liberty

“ Shall gild our future hours.”

Yes! we will guard our old renown;

Assert our empire of the sea ; And keep untouch'd our Sovereign's crown,

Our ancient Laws and Liberty.

Not thus the fierce Destroyer's hand
Shall scatter ruin o'er this smiling land;
No barb'rous force shall here divide its prey;
Nor ransom’d England bow to Gallic sway.

III. The Foe advance. In firm

array We'll rush o'er Albion's sandsTill the red sabre marks our way

Amid their yielding bands !

Then, as they lie in death's cold grasp,

We'll cry,“ OUR CHOICE IS MADE ! “ These hands the sabre's bilt shall clasp,

“ Your hearts shall feel the blade.”

Thus Britons guard their ancient fame,

Assert their empire o’er the sea, And to the envying world proclaim,

One nation still is brave and free

Resolv’d to conquer or to die,
True to their King, their Laws, their LIBERTY :
No barb'rous foe here finds an easy prey-
Un-ransom’d England spurns all foreign sway.

The following Poem has been transmitted to us without preface or introduction, by a gentleman of the name of Ireland. We apprehend from the peculiarities of the style, that it must be the production of a remote period. We are likewise inclined to imagine, that it may contain allusions to some former event in English history. What that event may have been, we must submit to the better judgment and superior information of our Readers: from whom we impatiently expect a solution of this interesting question. The Editor has been influenced solely by a sense of its poetical merit.

THE DUKE AND THE TAXING-MAN.

W

AILOME there liv'd in fair Englonde
A Duke of peerless wealth,
And mickle care he took of her

Old Constitution's health.

Full fifty thousand pounds and more

To him bis vassals paid,
But ne to King, ne Countree, he

Would yield th' assessment made.

The taxing man, with grim visàge

Came pricking on the way,
The taxing-man, with wrothful words,

Thus to the Duke did say:

“ Lord Duke, Lord Duke, thou'st hid from me,

“ As sure as I'm alive, “ Of goodly palfreys seventeen,

« Of varlets twenty-five."

Then out he drew his gray goose quill,

Ydipp'd in ink so black,
And sorely to SURCHARGE the Duke,

I trowe, be was ne slack.

Then 'gan the Duke to looken pale,

And stared as astound, *Twaie coneyoge Clerks, eftsoons he spies

Sitting their board around.

“ O woe is me," then cried the Duke,

“ Ne mortal wight but errs! “ I'll hie to yon twaie coneynge Clerks,

“ Yclept Commissioners.”

The Duke he hied him to the board,

And straught 'gan for to say, " + A seely wight I am, God wot,

" Ne ken I the right way.

“ These varlets twenty-five were ne'er

6. Liveried in white and red, “ Withouten this, what signifie

Wages, and board, and bed ?

* Twaie coneynge Clerks.-Coneynge is the participle of the verb to ken or know. It by no means imports what we now denominate a knowing one : on the contrary, twaie coneynge clerks means two intelligent and disinterested clergymen.

+ Seely is evidently the original of the modern word silly. - A seely wight, however, by no means imports what is now called a silly fellow, but means a man of simplicity of cha. racter, devoid of all vanity, and of any strange ill-conducted ambition, which, if successful, would immediately be fatal to the man who indulged it.

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“ And by St. George, that stout horseman,

“ My palfreys seventeen, “ For two years, or perchance for three,

“ I had forgotten clean."

“ Naie,” quoth the Clerk,“ both horse and foot

“ To hide was thine intent, “ Ne seely wight be ye, but did

“ With good advisament.*

“ Surcharge, surcharge, good Taxing-man,

“ Anon our seals we fix, “ Of sterling pounds, Lord Duke, you pay

« Three hundred thirty-six.”

EPIGRAM

ON THE PARIS LOAN, CALLED

THE LOAN UPON ENGLAND.

The Paris cits, a patriotic band,
Advance their cash on British freehold land.
But let the speculating rogues beware-
They've bought the skin, but who's to kill the bear:

* Good advisament means—cool consideration.

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