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A POETICAL PROTEST,

SUITABLE TO CONVEY THE SENTIMENTS OF OPPOSI TION, FOR THE WHOLE OF THE PRESENT SESSIONS.

BECAUSE

IF

[From the Morning Herald, Jan. 30.]

F at length it be doom'd that Old England must fall,
By swall'wing Napoleon's huge bolus of gall,
We again should be call'd to the governing station,
Who prov'd that we know how to ruin the nation!
BECAUSE

We assert it nem. con. a self-evident thing,

That those serve the State best, who most outrage the
And who, when their master they cannot enthral,
For want of such work, will do-nothing at all!
BECAUSE

In Zealand our Ministers dealt a sly blow,

By seizing their ships, with their pitch, tar, and tow;
While with lumber as this is, we ought not to store us,
Till Napoleon had taken the first snatch before us.
BEKAISE

We've got piping hot from the land of paraters,
A Pat-Heaven bless him, the wisest of craters,
Who has promis'd to tache us, in true Irish tone,
How to bodder this Isle, as he hodder'd his own!
Die Veneris.

THE HEART-BREAKING EXPEDITION.
[From the Morning Chronicle, Feb. 1.]

MR. EDITOR,

I FIND by your Friday's paper, that a Learned Gentleman has been pleased to term our exploits at Copenhagen a heart-breaking task. And when the cries of Hear! hear! demanded an explanation, he seemed to lay it down as a position, that every service in which blood was shed was a heart-breaking service. Now, Sir, although we soldiers and sailors cannot pretend to

cope

cope with the Learned Gentleman in words and phrases, and nice distinctions, we wish to let him know, through the medium of your paper, that we acknowledge no such phrase as heart-breaking; and that when we fight for our King and country in just and necessary war, every battle we gain is not heartbreaking but heart-cheering. As to blood, indeed, we always wish to shed as little as possible; but without something of that kind, no conquest can be gained; and I hope we shall be excused for making a little free with the blood of our enemies, when it is well known that we are not sparing of our own.

But heart-breaking tasks we know nothing about. We take for granted, that every service on which we are employed, is just and necessary, and we enter upon it with shouts of cheering and alacrity. But if, mayhap, it should not be just or necessary, whereof we are but indifferent judges, let them break their hearts who have sent us. Hearts of Oak are not so easily broken when they are doing no more than their duty; and we shrewdly suspect there must be something more than meets the ear, when men are to be thanked for doing their duty and breaking their hearts at the same time. It is a pretty thing, indeed, to hear, that a brave Commander should be heart-broken; and the phrase is not much mended, when we find that the Doctors have tied the pieces together with a riband, or plastered them with a peerage.

We are, Sir, your humble servants,

SOLDIERS AND SAILORS HEART-WHOLE.

OLD MORALITY. NEW MORALITY.

Honour

[From the British Press:]

The Danish ship Christian the Seventh, of 96 guns, now called the Blenheim.

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.The Danish ship Waldemaar, of 84 guns, now called the Yarmouth.

The Crown Princess Maria, of

74 guns, now called the Torbay. The Crown Prince Frederick, of 74 guns, now called the Norfolk.

The Danish frigates Fredericstein, Gluckstadt, and Eyderen; and the sloops Britomart, Legere, Transfer, Voltigeur, and Harlequin. .A ton of old junk, and a large quantity of damaged hemp. .A bundle of broken scabbards for bayonets, with a cracked drum, muffled, found in the Arsenal of Copenhagen. Official letters; torn, mutilated, garbled, and misrepresented. ..A coil of rotten rope, with a running knot at the end. ..A piece out of the bottom and keel of the Princess Frederica Sophia, of 74 guns, now called the Cambridge. ..Bombardment of Copenhagen-

several of our brethren, the Danes, killed on board the Danish gun-boats.

.The island of Zealand surprised and taken by an overwhelming force. A child slain by

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The Deliverance of The Danish navy carried off

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from Copenhagen, and, in the language of Sir Home Popham, elate with the glorious exploit, not a stick left behind sufficient to make a tooth-pick.

Puffendorff.........An old rusty iron eighteen

Grotius..

pounder, with a blank cartridge, and on a travelling carriage.

..A four-pounder, dismounted, returned unserviceable.

The Law of Nations. A large assortment of square,

jib, and other sails, and foresheets, all torn to pieces.

Public Estimation....An old cracked boatswain's

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whistle, found on board the Danish frigate Housewife.

...General return of the ordnance and stores found in the Arsenal of Copenhagen.

An able Ministry ....A bomb-ketch in a squall.

The above is an incomplete, but, as far as it goes, an impartial account of Old English Morality, and Mr. Canning's New Morality, illustrated by the seizure of the Danish navy. Upon a mere glance of the eye, it will be seen, that the balance is greatly in favoar of the New Morality. Honour, and such-like, we know are empty bubbles; and the New Morality consists of solid, substantial stuff, in rotten wood and rusty iron, bomb-ketches and squalls.

A GRATEFUL

I

A GRATEFUL EPISTLE TO GEORGE

CANNING, ESQ.

[From the Morning Chronicle, Feb. 8.]

THANK your

your Honour a thousand times over, for what you said in the Parliament House against Morality. There was nimble Dick and I in the gallery as heard you-and we both said, you was the finest gentleman in the country; and when you talked of Old Morality, we knew you meant Justice Bond. But when you put out your hand to speak against the gentleman as spoke against filching, Dick said, you'd a fine finger for a pocket. I always thought honesty was a flam-and if your Honour would accept of a trifle as Dick and I got out of a parson's fob while your Honour was speaking, it's much at your Honour's

service.

WHO

BILL SOAMES.

ON THE MORALITY OF THE TALENTS,
CONDEMN THE LATE MEASURES OF NATIONAL
SALVATION.

IF

[From the Morning Post, Feb. 6.]

F we ask in what cause this Morality 's shown,
Or whence their humanity flows,

We shall find that these Angels are moral alone
Tow'rd Britain's implacable foes!

THE KING AND THE KNAVE;

OR, THE TALENTS OUT-TRUMP'D.
[From the same, Feb. 8.]

POOR W-dh-m, accustom'd to shuffle and cut,
In whose hand not a partner can confidence put,
Who had tried ev'ry seat on each side of the table,
But to play one game long, never yet has been able;

Per.

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