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ODE TO ANARCHY.
BY A JACOBIN.
(BEING AN IMITATION OF HORACE, ODE 25, BOOK 1.)
O Diva, gratum quæ regis Antium !
Where'er her blood-stain’d ensigns lower, Where'er fellRapine stalks,or barb'rous Discord reigns!
Thou, who canst lift to fortune's height
And crush, with insolent delight,
Thee, oft the murd'rous band implores,
Thee, wafted from fierce Afric's shores
Thee, the wild Indian tribes revere ;
Thee, kings, thee tranquil nations fear,
For soon as thy loud trumpet calls,
Just order's goodly fabric falls,
With thee Proscription, child of strife,
Her murderer's gun, assassin's knife,
Fond hope is thine,-the hope of spoil,
They prosper thy destructive toil,
Then false and hollow friends retire,
Whilst crowds triumphant vice admire,
Guard our famed chief to Britain's strand I
Oh, guard his brave associate band !
What shame, alas ! one little Isle
At Gallia's threats serenely smile, And, scorning her dread power, triumphant rule the
For this have guiltless victims died
For this has recreant Gallia's pride
What throne, what altar have we spared
Ah then, our faithful toils reward ?
The following Song is recommended to be sung at all convi
vial Meetings, convened for the purpose of opposing the Assessed Tax Bill. The Correspondent who has transmitted it to us, informs us that he has tried it with great success among many of his well disposed neighbours,who had been at first led to apprehend that the 120th part of their income was too great a sacrifice,
for the preservation of the remainder of their property from French Confiscation.
You have heard of Rewbell,
And of Barras, his brother Director ;
Of the canting Lepaux,
Who betray'd his old friend and protector.
Would you know how these friends,
Would subvert our religion and throne ?
You shall hear how they treated their own.
'Twas their pleasure to look,
At the code of their famed legislation,
They had broke every law of the nation.
The first law that they see,
The next is “ the trial by jury:"
When Rewbell exclaim'd in a fury
« On a method we'll fall
“ We'll seize on each printer and member: “ No period so fit “ For a desperate hit, “ As our old bloody month of September
« We'll annul each election
" And name our own creatures instead.
“ (Let Carnot be knock'd on the head.)
“ To Rochefort we'll drive “ Our Victims alive,
“ And as soon as on board we have got 'ein, “ Since we destine the ship « For no more than one trip,
“ We can just make a hole in the bottom.
“ By this excellent plan,
When we've founded our fifth Revolution, “Though England's our foe, “ An army shall go
“ To improve HER corrupt Constitution.
« We'll address to the nation “ A finc proclamation,
“ With offers of friendship so warm“ Who can give Buonaparte " A welcome so hearty
66 As the friends of a THOROUGH REFORM?"