Ye patriot legions charge-repel- -Victor no more!-yield, Valour, yield -Master of Fate !-Thy laurels hide, The insulted crest of Liberty. Beneath that sign, in ages rude, To charge the invading ravager! They fought they fell-ye sons of fame, You blush not for your country's shame ; Could not your deeds and victor name Redeem her holy solitudes ? What echoing plain, what mountain hoar, Heard not your storm of battle roar?— That trump is hush'd-to sound no more, That led the free to victory! Yet, Freedom, o'er thy lost abode, Which many a godlike foot hath trode, What heart shall trace thy trophied road, Nor burn to 'venge thy destiny! EPILOGUE ΤΟ "THE WONDER; OR, A WOMAN KEEPS A SECRET." Intended to have been spoken, in the character of Violante, at a private Theatre, in Hampshire. 1787. BY S. E. BRYDGES, ESQ. WELL; I am glad that we to-night have shewn And if perchance these fellows draw our pictures, Why then forsooth all merit to divest, The mighty Wonder makes the saucy jest. Of these same fellows, to themselves so blind! Then at a distance still pursue the pack, The many hours they to the toilet spare, Now for the Wonder if we keep a Secret !— Fond woman puts her virtue in their power, On their tongue's tip the mighty secret lies; Round the next room they meet, the whisper flies, And her whose honor they are bound to prize, Thus to mere Vanity they sacrifice.— But we a Woman's Secret kept can boast, E'en tho' we mourn a faithful lover lost. "THE ORPHAN SAILOR-BOY." BY EDMUND L. SWIFT, ESQ. 1. TOM HAULYARD was a Seaman brave, Thro' life a gallant Tar was he; His cradle was the rocking wave, 2. Twice thirty Years TOM HAULYARD fought, Nor e'er the hardy veteran sought Retreat or rest on Britain's shore. 3. Three noble Sons around him stood In all the pride of strength and health ; And, while each manly form he view'd, Kings might have envied HAULYARD'S wealth. 4. But Toм, his namesake, best he lov'd, 5. Now Britain's foes provok'd the war, To raise her standard's fearless pride: 6. Now in the honor'd ship that bore The auspicious sign of CHARLOTTE's name, Intrepid HowE from Britain's shore To meet the foes of Britain came. 7. Oh, peace be on the hallow'd tomb 8. And now advanc'd the daring foe, And now each. British heart beat high :Oh God!-How many wounds must flow, How many Christian men must die! 9. The Squadrons meet-the dread array 10. Oh Christ! It was a fearful sight To see the wounds that countless bled; But oh, the horrors of the fight To tell, would wake the sleeping, dead! 11. Among the rest TOM HAULYARD stood, A rock above the rolling flood, He hurl'd back ruin on his foes. |