VOL I, THE ANTI-GALLICAN NUMBER X. ODE TO PATRIOTISM. Dulce e decorum est pro patria mori. Thro' Gallia's Legions struck dismay, And hurl, with giant strength, destruction on your foes. If brilliant deeds, if deathless fame, Again in hostile troops advance, And crush the base designs of France; Nobly a Tyrant's power subdue, And in illustrious YORK another HENRY view. Our pomp, our commerce to confound, Spain erst, her floating terrors bore; Abash'd they hurried from our shore. Cherburgh, alike of haughty Gaul, But why in ancient records trace Their baffled schemes, their unredeem'd disgraces HOR. Thy Thy annals, GEORGE, with victories teem, On RODNEY'S tomb what trophies gleam: Howe liv'd to prove their efforts vain, And NELSON guides our fleets, dread Sov'reign of the Main! But late impell'd by lawless pride, Fierce Lochlin's*sons to arms prepar'd, They rouz'd her lion port and scorn'd her naval sway.. Britons, the sword of valour wield! Advance, ye brave, in Freedom's Cause! Your Country calls ye to the field, To guard her charter and her laws. Shall ye, whom Europe's treasures crown With wealth, with splendour and renown, Bid War's inspiring trumpet cease, When mad Ambition bursts the bonds of Peace? Let France with feuds embroil the land, And crouch when Despots would command ?— Sooner may Heaven desert the just, And all Augusta's Towers lie level with the dust. Bound by the ties of social love, Ierne in the conflict join: Britain's prosperity is thine. No more with hands in blood imbued, Sedition revelling in her chains, With devastation fill your plains: Bravely your recreant train defy, With Britain conquer, or with Britain die. Lo! where the Gallic streamers fly, * Denmark. Where'er Where'er they rove, see terror flings Her shafts, unfolds her baleful wings; And ghastly Famine stalks, and agonizing Death. Genius of Albion's Isle draw near! Ye Muses strike the living lyre! And every breast with zeal inspire! prowess Britons shall subdue, "If Britons to themselves prove just and true," Soon shall the clouds that bear affright Be set in shades of endless night, Fame o'er Britannia's weal preside, And GEORGE, in triumph, reign, a Nation's hope and pride. J. B. Extract from Mr. JUSTICE HARD- Gentlemen of the Grand Jury, THE Island which it is our glory to inhabit, (and prouder of it no time has ever made us) will soon present a very singular aspect. The whole nation is to be in armsfor each-and for all. It will no longer be the doubt of a reasoning mind, that "self-love and Social are the same." We shall perish ourselves unless we defend those around us in every direction. But that is not all. The most animated energies of public spirit, and the domestic endearments of the heart, give a giant's force to this national host. Party is at an end-though it is to that proud independence of political sentiment, which has given birth to parties, in their day, that we are indebted for Qq2 the individual sinews of the public mind at this hour. Slaves to a tyrant are sure to abandon him in their difficulties. We are united, because our spirit is free,—and because power has interested affection. We are united, because we have the sense to discern, that in the want of upion alone, was the Invader's hope to rivet his chain. We are united by the nature of the peril, and by the subjects of its interest. The nature of that peril is compressed into a very narrow compass. It is the inordinate ambition (stung by passions that border upon delirium) of an individual, the ablest for mischief -the best armed with power to accomplish it-and the most unprincipled, that perhaps ever appeared in the world; The subjects at stake are these. 1. We are now to keep, or now to lose, and for ever, a Constitution of Government the wisdom of ages, and the best calculated of any, that ever blessed the world, for the Rights of Man, Man, well understood;-not those of an Indian Savage, but of a moral agent, -enlightened-civilized-and social. 2. We have a king to defend, who is a model of all the virtues that are the bonds of domestic life-whose banners of conquest are placed upon the altars of his God-and who is a living record of that principle by which alone he reigns That all power is a solemn covenant of trust, for the happiness of the governed." 3. We are to save and cherish the estate, which is our inheritance, and those acquisitions which our industry or talents have produced. 4, But above all, we are to assert and vindicate that spirit of honor, the ruling feature of British charecter, which every one of us in some degree adopts and personates, In place of these what is offered? A Government of terror and caprice, at the best. It is to-day a Government by the mob of all tyrants the worst. It is to-morrow a Government by the sword. What is to be our Freedom? Let us interrogate that odious miscreant, who told the Invader, that *God, after he had created him, rested from his labors"--with blasphemies like these, tiring" but " not satiating" his ear! What Religion is the Invader's creed? We may learn it in Egypt, and from his banner there, which proclaimed one · God, and Mahomet his prophet!-a religion well selected by him who exterminated, in cold blood, thousands of the innocent Alexandrians, without respect of age or sex, because they were barriers to his aggression a religion well selected by him who poisoned the hospital of his own wounded soldiers, to be rid of the incumbrance, I trust you will not separate before you address the King, or give in some authentic shape, a test or pledge to your neighbours, that you are votaries of Religion-that you are champions of your King-that you devote your lives and your fortunes to the contest-that you determine to survive it with liberties unimpaired, or to perish upon the bed of honor, and with arms in your hands. THE SHADE OF WOLFE. TO THE PEOPLE OF BRITAIN. HAVING particular means of becoming acquainted with what is passing in the lower world, and of what is going on in that still dear and much beloved Country which was once my own, I would fain address you on the momentous and difficult crisis upon which you are called upon to suffer and to act. I have beheld the firm stand which you have made to support the liberties of Europe; I behold you at this moment willing to die in the bed of honor rather than receive the yoke of a Tyrant. I see, with feeling of pride and glory, that the genuine spirit of freedom distinguishes still that 'Island in which I was born, and in defence of which I died, I exult to perceive that you have the good sense to detect the guilt, and defeat the treachery of THE OPPRESSOR OF EUROPE. He has duped the credulity, as he has destroyed the freedom, of every nation that his ruthian power has over-run; but the valour and unanimity expressed throughout every class and description in this nation will defeat his projects and destroy his hopes. He plans your in vasion, and could he be successful, he would fill with widows and with orphans orphans that Country which has so THE SHADE OF ABERCROMBIE long been the object of his revenge. The Freedom of your Constitution shames his system of military tyranny; the freedom of your Press excites his indignation, as it unveils and exposes the secrecy of guilt; as an Atheist he would cancel your religious institutions; as an Usurper he would break down the throne; as a Despot he would plunder your wealth, and put your commerce in fetters.-But it is not for Frenchmen to inspire fear in the breast of a Briton. Trusting to that God whom it is your glory to serve, you have the means of effectual defence were your danger even ten times greater than it is. The fate of your children and of posterity is entrusted to your care; their interests are in your keep ing, and you will protect them to the last. The tyrant that threatens you has no scheme so cruel that he cannot plan; no plan so infernal that he cannot execute:-His progress is a train of terror and blood:-The expulsion of princes, the desolation of kingdoms, the slaughter of unoffanding provinces, are acts familiar to his rapacity; and kis soldiery, cruel as himself, such the blood their General has spared. His hypocrisy is greater, still than his ambition, and his cruelty is even beyond his hypocrisy. Unawed by justice, unappalled by remorse, his perfidy has slaughtered those whom his treachery could not corrupt. But when his mad presumption dares aspire to triumph in the fall of England, he will find his proud menaces treated with contempt. Come when he may, he will be taught that Britons are never unprepared to fight the cause of their Country; and, that, disdaining the example of their enemy, they will never dishonour their ancestors or disgrace themselves. TO THE BRITISH SOLDIERS. PREPARE! LET the Usurper and his horde of barbarians know the difference between slaves and freemen, between a Frenchman and a Briton! Let him see the strong and lofty position we take. We call Heaven to witness, no passion for vain-glory, no thirst of ambition, no desire of power, wealth, and dominion, points the edge of our swords. No, our bosoms are fired with motives more worthy of men and of Englishmen! The defence of our lives and liberties, the preservation of our wives and children, the security of civil order, and the maintenance of religious liberty, sanctify our cause and brace our sinews! Your country's freedoni sounds the trumpet, and beseeches you, in the name of the throne, the altar, and your families, to stand at the breach between them and a horde of savages, who inscribe on their banners, ruin, ravishment, and massacre, Whilst one spark of fire remains in the British bosom, whilst the warm current of life circles in his veins, who would not sooner welcome death than behold those scenes of misery renewed in his native lard which have been exhibited in other counties? Nay, is it not to suffer a thousand deaths, to see your aged and venerable parents dragged from the bosom of their families, bleeding at your feet beneath the dagger of the unfeeling assassin; your wives and sisters seized by the insulting conqueror, for the victims of his brutal passion; and your darling infants torn from your affectionate embraces, and made the sport of wanton barbarity and refined torture? Thank God, the smiles of |