Who, conscious that his fortune still must yield When such opponents met him in the field, Bravely resolved (the Moniteur would say) To 'tempt the ocean, rather than to stay.* PENNANT, thine antiquarian labours cease TIPPOO, the mighty Sultan of Mysore, What surely less was ours than his good right. The conquerors of Austerlitz we hate, Who not succeed thro' rectitude, but fate; * Nelson's victory seemed to deprive the French of all succour from the Continent; and the Turks, being reinforced by a small body of English, under the command of Sir Sydney Smith, the French were subjected to innumerable distresses and defeats, when an unexpected scheme was put in execution by Bonaparte, which was no other than that of making his escape from Egypt. Maintain Maintain their ancient rights against, or trade, To say that TIPPOO was not rightful lord It While we the legal Rajah's heir restored.* may be so, but truth says, after all, The Musnud of Mysore is LEADENHALL. Painful thy task, O Bard, to sing Of danger to our much-loved King, Yet pleasure every heart must feel to know 1800. That Providence averts each nearly fatal blow: Round his brave troops the Monarch ride : * Kistna Rajah Oidaver, the only child of Chiaum Rauze, or Paige, (five of whose seven wives are living), was placed on the Musnud, or throne, of the deceased Rajah, on the 30th of June, at the old town of Mysore; the ceremony was performed by General Harris, as senior Member of the British Commission, and Meer Allum, acting for his Highness the Nizam. The deportment of the young Prince, who was only five years old, is described as having been remarkably decorous. Vide Lonsdale's Narrative Sketches of the Which else had robb'd our Sire of breath, When, as his people's shouts their Sovereign hail, The victim of a fatal shot reserved; Yes, GEORGE, by interposing heav'n preserved, Bow'd to his people, sigh'd, and smiled! On UNION with our Sister Isle May genuine friendship ever smile; May jealousies, and fears and doubts, Created, or by ins or outs, Yield to a hearty social band Of love and faith 'twixt either land. * At Drury-Lane Theatre. MALTA MALTA, the ancient knightly seat Yields to the British arms; and mark Where ABERCROMBIE's glorious lads embark 1801. "Twas on the spot in ancient lore oft named, "Where Isis and OSIRIS once held sway "O'er kings who sleep in pyramidic pride, "But now for British valour far more famed, "Since NELSON's band achieved a glorious day, "And, crown'd with laurel, ABERCROMBIE died." "Her roseate colours the dawn had not shed "O'er the field, which stern slaughter had tinted too red, "All was dark, save each flash at the cannon's hoarse sound, "When the brave ABERCROMBIE received his death wound! "With a mind unsubdued still the foe he defied "On the steed which the HERO of ACRE supplied, "Till, feeling he soon to fate's summons must yield, "He gave SYDNEY the sword he no longer could wield. "The standard of Britain by victory crown'd, "Wav'd over that head which now sank to the ground! "His comrades with grief unaffected deplore, "While to Albion's renown he adds one laurel more."* And large the laurel the lov'd warrior gave, Can to his mem'ry pay the nation's debt?— Cou'd bar a passage on that very shore Where NELSON's thunders had been heard before; VOL. II. * Vide T. Dibdin's Songs. S Το |