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'Tis his to drive the murky power

Of Pestilence from human haunt;
To make his grisly legions cower,

And hide their foreheads gaunt:
See, as he shoots his arrowy way,

'Mid meteors, clouds, and glare,
The hated fiend resigns his sway,

And dissipates to air.
And touchd, as by Ithuriel's spear,

The prostrate earth revives,
Feels 'new-born force her bosom cheer,

With new-born ardour strives.
Where'er th’attemp’ring meteor burns,
Health reascends, and Peace returns :
And round, and round, and round, and round,
The Poet's laureat rhymes abound,

All round and sound.
So, call'd by sovereign fate,
Where'er the skink-ey'd Gallic pest

Flings taint and uproar o'er the ball,

Famine and frenzy, death and thrall,
Great George, in Britain's thunders dress'd,

Leads on the dread refulgent state
(From the wild Catt’gat to th' Iberian shore)
of clouds, and storms, and repercussive roar,

Where'er th' electric tempest fiames,

See, Gallia's legions melt to air :
“ A God! a God!" the wond'ring crowd exclaims,

And Earth spins on, fresh balanc'd-to a hair.
Thus yearly sings the Laureat Bard--and I,
'Clep'd Jemmy PUDDING, vie with Jemmy Pye.



(From the Day.] " ARISE ye spirits of the air,

A storm of pestilence prepare;
The sons of earth their hands shall wring,

And moan their blasted toil;
The corn now waving green in spring

Shall rot within the soil.
The flocks shall perisb in the fold,

shall die before the old;
And as at eve of Nature's doom,
The youth in prime, the maid in bloom,
Shall seek the grave before their sires,
Destroy'd by Fever's wasting fires;

And yet-or ere this spell be done,
The sword skall finish what the plague begun.'
So spake the fiend-the dæmons of the storm

Took wing, his bidding to perform:
When, lo! an angel far on high

The fell blasphemer hears,
And darts in vengeance from the sky

The thunder of the spheres ;
The bolt in dazzling terror bright
Outsped the sunbeam in its flight,
And drove the dæmons of the air

Back to the regions of despair;
And bim, who 'gainst the thunder still presumid,
Its flame confounded, and its fire consum'd.

Europe ! by slavish fear appallid,
By force, by frauds of hell enthrallid,
Say, shall thy dire and deadly foe
Still lay thy proudest monarchs low,

And, impious, boast the arm of Fate
To rend thy only stay-the bulwark of thy state?

Yes--clad in Victory's crimson' pride,
"All empire shall be mine,'' he cried ;
* From Volga's stream to Biscay's tide,
From Norway's hills of snow




To Egypt-to the Holy Land,
Tu where Numidia's wastes of sand

In tropic fervors glow.”
And from this sever'd by the sea
England eccentric shall for ever be.
() tremble at his threat no more :
Old Ocean, in his billows' roar,

Shall swear the boast is vain;
While Britain, empress of the waves,
The tyrant's utmost fury braves,

And drives him from the main;
And o'er her sons in freedom's cause contending,
Her guardian Genius from high heaven descending,
Shall write this motto on her fag unfurld,
Eccentric England shall preserve the world.



(From the Morning Chronicle, Jan. 4.] AL

LL met the festive board around,

Our rulers, with the dulcet sound
Of glasses, knives, and plates elate,
Drank-talk'd of state affairs--and ate,
Till warm with jolly Bacchus grown,
Each sung of triumphs all his own;
While Perceval, at every close,
His favourite theme would interpose-

" No Popery."
I boast the Patriot's tbreaten'd fall
The moment lost the victor Gaul,
I chase the vanquish'd foe's dismay,
And send him crown'd with spoils away.
By me our troops embark in vain,
Then land and then embark again;
And yet on rosy bed at ease
I sleep--what deed can equal these?

PERCEVAL--" No Popery."


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What thongh Britannia rules the main i
While steer'd by me she rules in vain?
Through me in vaio Sir Richard mourn'd
The en'ny 'scap'd and safe return'd.
Infested by'marauders vile,
From farthest Ind to Albion's isle,
Old Ocean 'weeps our tarnish'd fame ;
Than this a greater wonder name!

PercevaL—“ No Popery."

I always watch my Sovereign near,
And guard 'gainst wounding truths his ear,
Your triumphs all are mine alone-
I rule the junto, they the Te:
I claim Iberia's threaten'd fall-
The moment lost-the victor Gaul-
And Britain scorn'd o'er all the main ;-.
What greater boast adorns our reign ?

Perceval—“ No Popery."

Our triumphs all we owe to you :
Hail! mighty sov'reign of our crew!
Though waves should beat and tempests lour,
Through you we safely hold our power,
Till dire disasters round us throng,
And end “ the Poet and his song."
But now, whate'er mischances spring,
We'll use the hour, and gladly sing-

"" No Popery.".


[From the British Press, Jan. 4.] THEIR literary friends have, we understand, present

ed the undermentioned noblemen and gentlemen with the following gifts :

To Mr. PERCEVAL—The Lives of the Popes—Plan of a new Cabinet--Biographical Anecdotes of PraiseGod Barebones.


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To Mr. CANNING-A new edition of Boyer's French Dictionary, with Exercises for Grown GentlemenRecipe for inflating a broken Pair of Bellows The Art of Trimming, with critical Annotations upon the Play of The Double Dealer.

Mr. TAYLOR (Opera House)-An Amatory Ode to Colonel Greville, with a new edition of A House to le Sold, addressed to Mr. Harris—A Fragment, left by Madame Banti, found in a waste upon the Grampian Hills,

To ALEXANDER DAVISON---The Play of Measure for Measure, revised and corrected by a Lord Chief Justice of the King's Bench-Hints for selling a Sack of Coals-with a Frontispiece, representing a publie Defaulter in the


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