"O revolutionary rage! Doft thou fufpect that I am grown His fhifted flag there Terror waves, Death now likes nought but Galley-flaves * !** HAFIZ. A NEW SONG TO AN OLD TUNE, FR [From the Morning Chronicle.] RENCHMEN! fince you're fond of dancing▸ Lo! to meet you, we're advancing, Calais is a step from Dover;' If, our gallant tars escaping, Some fhould land upon our fhore; Alluding to the present moile of punishment in France, by sending offenfive perfons to the Gallies inftead of the Guillotine. To 5 To your threats of proud invadings, Echo fhall refound this ftrain :— "Britain on a rock is feated; Hers the empire of the main!" Hampftead, Jan. 21ft, 1804. BONAPARTE TO THE SWISS. [From the Morning Poft.} YE blind Mountaineers! Difcard all your fears, And once more be jovial and hearty : Come follow the fashion, And, like the Great Nation, Bow down to the great Bonaparté. All Europe to me Shall one family be, And thofe that oppofe me shall fall. What glorious fun, That nobody's fon Should thus be the father of all! In fafhions all own That the French fet the ton Like them make religion a joke, Cut heads off by dozens, Slay uncles and coufins, To-bend to a foreigner's yoke. Nay, hope not to ftir up The powers of Europe, Affifted by no man, The Corfican thowman Can dance them at will on his wires. Should Britain alone (Ere Freedom is gone) VOL. VIII. E X. Prefume SIR, Prefume to lament your new fetters, Your peace to diffever, And join in this fong with your betters: "We gay Mountaineers Have difcarded all fears, And once more are jovial and hearty; And, like the Great Nation, Bow down to the great Bonaparté." LAUGH AND BE FAT. [From the Oracle.] Z. Z. Piazza Coffeehouse, Covent GAVE full fcope to my rifible faculties on the perufal of your judicious and good-humoured criticifm in this day's Daily Advertiser, on a remarkable paffage in the leaded article of Wednesday's Times, which paffage appears to have been dictated by the fpirit of bombaft and nonsense. I beg leave to recur to it here, that the reader may better comprehend the defign of the fubfequent jeu d'efprit. It is thus fairly copied verbatim et literatim: "It is impoffible for all the natural philofophers of the Institute, if they decompofe and analyze all the waters of the ocean, to difcover any particles or properties which difqualify or infect the human beings which inhabit its fhores, and cut them off, by any law of repulfion, from the communion and fociety of the reft of mankind. It is neither a misfortune nor a difgrace to be the natives of an ifland; and if ever the human race has had occafion to blush for any integral part of the fpecies, it has not been for the people of Great Britain."-Times, Wednesday, Dec. 2.20 1802. I confefs, I confefs, Mr. Editor, that I was fo highly pleased with this political defcendant of Blackmore, whom the wits of the age immortalized as the commander in chief of the battery of Bombaft, that I thought of the following POETICAL EFFUSION, BY THE GENIUS OF NONSENSE. WHAT nonsense these philofophers will talk! And we can look our neighbours in the face, In ftyle fublime to make a wondrous clatter, On the full tide, And pop The whole falt ocean in a chemift's shop; Sprats, whales, and herrings-with or without roes: To fatisfy a reasonable mind, That every twenty on the island thore Ergo-and my philofophy is good, They ne'er can find a fingle flaw, Of that great company we form a part, If an "integral" portion of our race I care not a fingle rush, That I, like them, philofophize and puff, NO QUARTER!!! [From the British Prefs.] TO CITIZEN MORNING POST. FELLOW-CITIZEN, BY Y the telegraph of this day, I learn with fatisfaction that you approve my principles, preach my doctrine, and defire to enforce my practice. Citizen, I am but young; the day of the convocation of the States General in France was the day of my birth; but my lineage dates from Adam. I am defcended from Ćain; and when the Ifraelites gave no quarter 10 |