Again let Nelson, Sidney, strike, Or gallant Moira, grac'd alike For camp or council, guide us : The Corsican on sea or shore In games and sports athletic, Shall find his laurels cropp'd once more, They shine in Love as well as War, And grieve he e'er defied us. Adorn'd with all the Graces, Then let the peal, &c. A Yeoman there surpasses far, THE MEN OF KENT. WHEN HAROLD was invaded, No discipline he knew, WILLIAM, the NORMAN, waded Through blood, and HAROLD slew. CHORUS. The sturdy stout Freeholders, With girdles on their shoulders, of oaks did bear: A grove Which, when he saw, quite struck with awe, He fear'd he could not quell 'em, He ceas'd his arms, allow'd their terms, And guaranteed their Freedom, Then sing in praise, &c. So are the Women fair; The country too is lovely, Then sing in praise, &c. The promis'd land of blessing, Is this fam'd land of Kent. Its bees in every coppice; The hops, the beer, the cherries there, Will shew the Land of Promise. CHORUS. Then sing in praise of Men of Kent, Traveller. OLD OLD ANNA. From the Loyal Cottagers. BY MR. PRATT. THUS genuine people tell their pain,, In words from genuine nature caught, And thus the Gleaner joins the strain, The same his prospects and his thought. For, to this cottage true he wends, At length, his solitary way, And here awhile, with lowly friends, He hails declining summer's day. And forth he goes, midst native grounds, To clasp a hundred rustic hands; Then fondly strays o'er well-known bounds, And mixes in the harvest bands. And as he sees the youngling trains, O'er fragant fields assiduous roam, He listens to their artless strains, Till twilight guides them gently home. And when their sounds are heard no more, And nought but light winds whisper round, When toil and pastime both are o'er, And weary groupes repose profound: O then how soft alone to sit, Pensive within this cottage true, E'er yet the bat has ceased to twit, E'er yet the moon retires from view. And, O how sweet, at midnight hour, To breathe a prayer for suffering friend, And supplicate the healing power Some pitying balm from heaven to send., * Ann Earl, who resides in a cottage, immediately opposite to that of John Hills, bordering on the church-yard. In her youth she is said to have been extremely beautiful. The author remembers her in the same house upwards of forty years; and, in a recent conversation with her, finds she has a memory to all which then passed. + There are numerous beds of these in and along the neighbouring river Ouze. Or, as they more frequently call him, BONNYPARTY. Then Then stoutly forth they march with With stony heart, and weepless eye, glee, An urchin troop, with spirits wild. Vow-like their sires, THEY WILL BE FREE! Thus springs the hero from the child. Yet while for war they seem to glow, The tiny soldiers, free from guile, Forget the world contains a foe, And sink in slumber, with a smile. And could'st thou, man of blood, behold The villagers and village true. And John and Dame in love grown old, And not be melted at the view? And not suspend thy gory spear, Nor feel the touch of Nature rise; Nor at you white stone drop a tear, Near which the youth and maiden lies! Ah, no! thy tiger rage could speed, To seize upon this cottage true, Commit each foul and felon deed, And with its dead the church-yard strew; And yon white stone in ruins lay, On which the sweet moon now doth shine, And make the hallow'd bones thy prey, And mock at love and pity's shrine! Yes, ruthless thou! untaught to spare, Thou tak'st thy sacrilegious round, Stabbing the labourers as they lie, In Toil's sweet slumber wrapt profound. Nor cradled infancy, nor age moan, Can 'scape thy all-devouring rage, Nor matron's shriek, nor father's groan! then by all that crowns your lives, By friendships true, and loves sincere, By spotless daughters, blameless wives,' Kinsfolk and Kings, and Country dear: Rise, rise ye husbandmen and swains; Arm, arm, ye rich, and arm ye poor; Defenders of your native plains, Spurn the invader from your door. Or should he to your isle advance, O let your scythes to sabres turn, Convert the sickle to the lance, Till e'en the crook shall laurels gain. So shall the loud and jovial laugh, Still gaily spread from sheaf to sheaf; And PEACE return, as proud you quaff The DOWNFALL of the Gallic Chief! So shall your villages and plains, Your farms and cots be still your thrones, Can'st rob the chambers of the grave, So thrive your damsels, dames, and The meek babe from the bosom tear, Nor mother, nor her infant, save. swains, And quiet rest poor Anna's bones. Then rise! ye husbandmen and swains; Arm, arm, ye rich, and arm ye poor; Defend your dear and native plains, And spurn th' Invader from your door. VOL. I. NUMBER VII. PROPHETIC ODE. HIGH where yon rock aspiring tow'rs,] Then views with lofty scorn thy foe's audacious bands. O THOU, by whom the chosen race Eager to meet the Fiend of France, Tyrant avaunt! no land of slaves Before thy haggard glance appears; No sad Egyptian race to stoop, In yon green Isle's protected ground There Liberty in triumph reigns, Fresh as the verdure of the plains. No tribes like thine unhallow'd must intrude; Or welter round her sea-girt coast, and tinge the waves with blood. View on her shores yon proud array, And measure back thy wat'ry way: O'er crouds of slaves, a fell Usurper, reign, Dd Monster! Monster! by Heav'n's mysterious will, To fall on England's shore! by British hands to die! See o'er the gloomy Tyrant's face Tis done!---thy doom is seal'd; thy race is run; Thus may Ambition's sons accurs'd G. S. THE SPEECH OfTHOMAS MACDONALD, Esq. at the General Meeting of the Inhabitants of Ealing and Brentford, on Monday, the 8th of August, 1803, to consider the most effectual means of forming a VOLUNTEER CORPS. AFTER stating in detail the proceedings of the Vestry, held at Ealing, on the 28th of July; of the Committee appointed at that Vestry, and the SubCommittee by them chosen; in the course of which detail he took occasion to do justice to the zeal and known merits of the Officers and Gentlemen of the late Brentford Armed Association; and after reading the Resolutions of the Committee for the immediate formation of a strong VOLUNTEER CORPS, conformably to the Act lately passed for the Defence of the Realm, Mr. MACDONALD proceeded nearly as follows: These, Sir, are the Proceedings and Resolutions I have undertaken to submit to the consideration of this General Meeting of the Parish of Ealing, and Township of New-Brentford, which it gratifies me to see so very respectably and numerously attended---and in executing the duty with which I have thus been honoured, I feel the most sensible 'satisfaction; not only because these Resolutions have met with my own cordial and hearty Approbation, but because I am thus enabled to bear public testimony to the Zeal, the steady spirit of Determination, the perfect Concord and Unanimity which have distinguished all our various Meetings on this most momentous business. The same Unanimity, I hope and trust, will prevail on the present occasion, and I do not hesitate to say with perfect confidence, that if that same spirit prevails, as we have reason to believe that it does, throughout the kingdom at large the country is safe.-The conduct of the people here is anxiously observed in France; and speedy preparation, with the determined purpose of a brave resistance, if it do not prevent, will enable us, under Heaven, to surmount the threatened evil. I have said that in every instance we have been unanimous-and indeed were we not unanimous at the present crisis, |