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She ventures onward with a prosp'rous foree,
While no base fear impedes her in her course.
Religion, richest favour of the skies,
Stauds most reveal'd before the freeman's eyes;
No shades of superstition blot the day,
Liberty chases all that gloom away;
The soul emancipated, unopprest,
Free to prove all things and hold fast the best,
Learns much; and to a thousand list'ning minds
Communicates witli joy the good she finds :
Courage in arms, and ever prompt to show
His manly forehead to the fiercest foe;
Glorious in war, but for the sake of peace,
His spirits rising as his toils increase,
Guards well what arts and industry have won,
And Freedom claims him for her first-born son.
Slaves fight for what were better cast away-
The chain that binds them, and a tyrant's sway;
But they, that bght for freedom, undertake
The noblest cause mankind can have at stake:-
Religion, virtue, truth, whate'er we call
A blessing-freedom is the pledge of all.
O Liberty! the pris'ner's pleasing dream,
The poet's muse, his passion, and his theme;
Genius is thine, and thou art Fancy's nurse;
Lost without thee th' ennobling pow'ss of verse;
Heroic song from thy free touch acquires
Its clearest tone, the rapture it inspires :
Place me where Winter breathes his keenest air,
And I will sing, if Liberty be there ;
And I will sing at Liberty's dear feet,
In Afric's torrid clime, or India's fiercest heat.

A. Sing where you please; in such a cause I grant
An English poet's privilege to rant;
But is not Freedom-at least is not ours
Too apt to play the wanton with her pow'rs,

Grow freakish, and, o'erleaping ev'ry wound, read

Spread anarchy and terrour all around? B. Agro

B. Agreed. But would you sell or slay your horse For bounonud For bounding and curvetting in his course

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Where most they Nourish, upon English ground,

She ventures onward with a prosp'rons laret,
While no base fear impedes bet ia berean,
Religion, richest favour of the skies,
Stands Bost reveal'd before the frettata's esa
No shades of superstition blot the day,
Liberty chases all tha: gloom ares;
The soul ett ancipated, unopprest,
Free to prove all things and hold fast the best
Learns much; and to a thousand list'zing mas
Communicates with joy the good she flads :
Courage is arms, and ever prompt to show
His manis forehead to the fiercest ine;
Glorious in war, but for the sale of peace,
His spirits rising as his toils increase,
Guards well what arts and industry bate ses,
And Freedom claims him for her Erse-born s.
Slaves fight for what were better cast 8631-
The chain that binds them, and a tyrant's seus
But they, that fight for freedom, undertake
The noblest cause maskind can have at stake on
Religion, vistue, truth, whate'er we call
A blessing--freedom is the pledge of all.

Liberty! Che pris'uer's pleasing drean,
The poet's muse, his passion, and his thenx;
Genius is thine, and thou art Fuacy's nurse;
Lost without thee th' ennobling pow'rs of verse;
Heroic song from thy free touch acquires
Its clearest tone, the capture it inspires:
Placé me where Winter breathes his keenest ait,
And I will sing, if Liberty be there ;
And I will sing at Liberty's dear feet,
In Afric's torrid clime, or India's fiercest heat

.
A. Sing where you please; in such a cause lgtas!
An English poet's privilege to rant;
But is not Freedom-at least is not ours
Too apt to play the wanton with her pow'rs.
Grow freakish, aod, o'erleaping ev'ry moand
Spread abarchy and terrour all around?

B. Agreed. But would you sell or slay your best
For boundiug and currecting in his course

TABLE TALK.
Or it, when ridden with a careless rein,
kle break away, and seck the distant plain?
19. His high mettle, under good control,
Gires him Olympic speed, and shoots hiin to the

goal.
Let Discipline employ her wholesome arts;
Let magistrates alert perform their parts,
Not skulk or put on a prudential mask,
As if their duty were a desp'rate task;
Lat active Laws apply the needful curb,
To guard the Peace, that Riot would disturb;
And Liberts, preserv'd from wild excess,
Shall raise to ieuds for armies to suppress.
When Turnult lately burst his prison-door,
And set plebeian thousands in a roar;
When he usurp'd Authority's just place,
And dard to look his master in the face ;
When the rude rabble's watchword was. Destroy.
And Bazing London seemd a second Troy ;
Liberty blust'd, and hung her drooping head,
Yeheld their progress with the deepest dread;
Blusa'd, that effects like these she should produce,
Worse tvan the deeds of galley-slaves broke loose.
Ste loses in sach storms her very same,
And fierce Licentiousness should bear the blame.
lucomparable gem! thy worth untold;
Cheap though blood-bought, and tlvrown away when
May so foes ravisli thee, and no false friend
Betray thee, while professing

to defend !
Prize it, ye ministers; se monarchs, spare ;
Ye patriots, guard it with a miser's care.
A. Patriots, alas! the few that have been found,

yold;

The country's need have scantily supplied,
And the last left the scene, when Chatham died.
B. Not 90--the virtue still adorns our age,
Though the chief actor died upon the stage.
la hien Demosthenes was heard again ;
Liberty taught him her Athenian strain ;

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She cloth'd him with authority and awe,
Spoke from his lips, and in his looks gave law.
His speech, his form, his action, full of grace,
And all his country beaming in his face,
He stood, as some inimitable hand
Would strive to make a Paul or Tully stand.
No sycophant or slave, that dar'd oppose
Her sacred cause, but trembled when he rose;
And ev'ry vena! stickler for the yoke
Telt himself crush'd at the first word he spoke.

Such men are rais'd to station and command,
When Providence means mercy to a land.
lle speaks, and they appear; to liim they owe
Skill to direct, and strength to strike the blow;
To manage with address, to seize with pow'r
The crisis of a dark decisive hour:
So Gideon earn'd a vict'ry not his own;
Subserviency his praise, and that alone.

Poor England ! thou art a devoted deer,
Beset with ev'ry ill but that of fear.
The nations hunt; all mark thee for a prey;
They swarm around thee, and thou stand'st at bay,
Undaunted still, though wearied and perplex'd,
Once Chatham sav'd thce; but who saves thee next?
Alas! the tide of pleasure sweeps along
All, that should be the boast of British song.
'Tis not the wreath, that once adorn'd thy brow,
The prize of happier times, will serve thee now.
Our ancestry, a gallant, Christian race,
Patterns of ev'ry virtue, ev'ry grace,
Confess'd a God; they kneeld before they fought,
And prais'd him in the victories he wrought.
Now from the dust of ancient days bring forth
Their sober zeal, integrity, and worth ;
Courage, ungrac'd by these, affronts the skies,
Is but the fire without the sacrifice.
The stream, that feeds the wellspring of the heart,
Not more invigorates life's noblest part,

Than Virtue quickens with a warmth divine pow'rs

. The pow'rs, that Sin has brought to a decline.

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Writes on his bosom, to be let or sold;

Sells onths by tale, and at the lowest price,
Stars God's Own name upon a lie just made,
Town a penny in the way of trade;
Who Ax'nce starses and never hides his face)

Two or three millions of the human race,

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She cloth'd him with autiverity and ac,
Spoke from his lips, and in his looks gore lor.
His speech, his form, his action, full of pas,
And all his country beaming in his face,
He stood, as some inimitable hand
Would strive to make a Paul or Telly stand.
No sycoplant or slave, that dar'd oppose
Her sacred cause, but trembled when be rexe;
And ev'ry reval stickles for the yoke
Felt himself erush'd at the first word be speles

Such men are rais'd to station and conne,
When Providence means mercy to a land.
He speaks, and they appear; to him they are
Skill to direct, and strength to strike the blare;
To manage with address, to seize with pour
The crisis of a dark decisive hour :
So Gideon earu'd a vict'iy not his omn;
Subserriency his praise, and that alove.

Poor England! thou art a devoted deer,
Beset with er'ry ill but that of fear.
The nations kunt; all mark thee for a prep;
They swarm around thee, and thou standast at han
Undaunted still, though wearied and perples't.
Ouce Chatham sav'd thee; bot who saves the rest
Alas! the tide of pleasure sweeps along
All, that should be the boast of British sot,
'Tis not the wreath, that once adom'd tag scor,
The prize of happier times, will serve the stor
Our ancestry, a gallant, Christian race,
Patterus of ev'ry virtue, ev'ry grace,
Confess'd a God; they knee'd before theg faeplita
And prais'd him in the rictories he wrought.
Now from the dust of ancient days bring forta
Their sober zeal, integrity, and worth ;
Courage, ungrac'd by these, affronts the skies,
Is but the fire without the sacrifice.
The stream, that feeds the wellspring of the best
Not more invigorutes life's poblest part,
Than Virtue quickens with a warmth divise
The pow'rs, that Sin has brought to declia.

TABLE. TALK.
A. Ti inestimable Estimate of Brown
kese like a paper-kite, and clarm'd the town;
But measures, planu'd and executed well,
Saifted the wind that raisd it, and it felt.
lie trod the very self-same ground you tread,
And Victory reluted all be said.
B. And yet his judgment was not fram'd amiss;
Its errour, if it errd, was merely this---
He thought the dying hour already come,
Aad a complete recov'ry struck him dumb.
But that effeminacy, folly, lust,
Larvale and enfecble, and needs must;
And that a nation shamefully debas'd,
Will be despid and trampled on at last,
Veless sweet Penitence her pow'rs renew;
Is truth, if history itself be true.
There is a time, and Justice marks the date,
for long-forbearing Clemency to wait;
That boar elaps'd, th' incurable revolt
Is pasish'd, and down comes the thunderbolt.
li Merey then put by the threat'ning bloss,
Must slie perform the same kind office now?
May she! and, if offended Heav'n be still
Actcasible, and pray's prevail, she will.
Tu not, however, insolence and noise,
The tempest of tumultuary joys,
Jer ta it yet despondence and dismay
Will win her visits or engage her stasi
Pray't only, and the penitential tear,
Can call her smiling down, and Gx her here.
But when a country (one that I could name)
la prostitution sinks the sense of shame;
Wheg infamous Venality, grown bold,
Whea Perjury, that Heav'n-defying vice,

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