Quick give the word; no more inactive stand:
Change your position*,-WELLINGTON's at hand!

Vict'ry's spoilt children†, sculk into the rear,

Hide your diminish'd heads-for WELLINGTON is here!
-On, valiant chief! let sland'ring idiots bray;
Scorning such foes, pursue thy brilliant way;

Still let them rail; do thou their scoffs despise;
Above such puny opposition rise:

* To change position, is the French phrase for-to retreat. When applied to the enemies of their country, it is also used by some Englishmen in the same sense. Vide the Dictionaries of C- -T,

WN, and others

"The friends of ev'ry country but their own."

+ Massena-I beg his pardon-the Prince of Esling was christened by the French "The spoilt child of Victory;" and, like all other spoilt children, wanted a good flogging: which, thanks to Lord Wellington's discipline, he has at length received. The conduct and events of the campaign have proved that Lord Wellington has not only beat him when in action in the field, but has also, to use a common expression, completely out-General'd him, in planning, manœuvring, &c. So much for our "never being able to cope with the French by Land!"

Such censure but the coward heart appals;

Do thou regard it—but to prove it false.

ERIN! The hero's thine.-But who shall say Unsuited therefore to the present lay?

By mutual int❜rests join'd, and mutual laws,
ENGLAND'S is thine, and thine is ENGLAND's cause:
Unblam'd, brave Isle, then let the patriot line

Her's with thy laurels, thine with her's entwine.
Thrive they both long, beneath a cloudless sky;
Each blast of rude aggression long defy,

Graff'd on one sacred stem of endless Harmony!

But hold awhile! Say shall the Muse aspire For these alone to strike the patriot lyre? While she extols the executing hand,

Is there nought dué unto the head that plann'd?

Abroad shall she for patriot spirits roam,

Careless of those which once have breath'd at home?

No. Whilst, invok'd in many a nobler line,

BURKES, CHATHAMS, CLARENDONS, and BURLEIGHS

shine,

A muse, whose strains in humbler cadence fall,

Shall sound a Name as proud, and prouder than them

all;

And, long as thought or utt'rance shall be free,
Proclaim that Name belonging, PITT! to thee.

Intrepid guardian of thy native Land,

Thine was the patriot's heart, the patriot's hand:
Deaf to the claims which common spirits bind,

Self own'd no place in thy exalted mind:

Britain alone, supreme in ev'ry part,

Reign'd the unrivall'd mistress of thy heart.

For her, when Nore's infatuated band

Spread doubt and wild confusion through the land;

When Treason rear'd his bold rebellious arm,

And all was nerveless terror and alarm ;

Didst thou, a fearless pilot at the helm,

Brave the fierce storm, and save the sinking realm: Her willing slave didst thou in anxious toil

Wear out the day, and trim the midnight oil:
And, when of thy best hopes by Treach'ry spoil'd,

In thy vast plans for Europe's safety foil'd,
For her didst breathe thy last departing sigh,

A pious victim in her cause,-didst die!

Peace to thy ashes! rest, lamented shade, And hallow'd be the spot where thou art laid! Thou diedst not all; thy nobler part doth live*; Thy name, thy deeds, immortal still survive:

* Non omnis moriar; multaque pars mei Vitabit Libitinam.

HORACE.

G

And, long as English virtue shall exist,
So long, conspicuous on her noble list,
ENGLAND shall point to thy illustrious Name,
And bid her sons pursue thy track to fame:
Bid them possess 'midst ev'ry storm of state
A mind, like thine, unshaken and sedate;
Thy solid talents, thy neglect of self,
Thy fix'd contempt of sordid worldly pelf;
Shall bid on ev'ry statesman's breast be writ
This simple precept,-Go and do like PITT!

But hark! some angry reader, who 'till now Had check'd his passion, knits his gloomy brow, And vex'd, impatient, and no longer cool, Flings down my Book, and d-ns me for a fool!

My gentle Foxite! be they wrong or right,

Nor Fox nor PITT need now your wrath excite;