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What next the hero of our tale befel,
The willing muse shall tell:
Nor thought of Death as near;
He pass'd his hours in peace:
Brought on his eightieth year.
And now, one night in musing mood,
As all alone he sat,
Once more before him stood.
Half killd with anger and surprise, .
Since I was here before in 'Tis six-and-thirty years at least,
And you are now fourscore." “ So much the worse," the clown rejoind; “ To spare the aged would be kind;
However, see your search be legal;
I can recover damages."
“ Hold,” says the farmer, “not so fast,
“ Perhaps,” says Dobson, “ so it might, But, latterly, I've lost my sight.”
“ This is a shocking story, faith, Yet there's some comfort still," says Death; “ Each strives your sadness to amuse, I warrant you hear all the news.”
“There's none," cries he,“ and if there were, I'm grown so deaf, I could not hear.”
“ These are unjustifiable yearnings; If you are lame, and deaf, and blind,
You've had your three sufficient warnings,
So, come along, no more we'll part:"
THOUGHTS ON THE FRENCH INVASION.
Brace every sinew for the glorious field,
Ar no period, since I have been your diocesan, have I interfered with your political opinions, or shown the least anxiety of any particular party in the state. Had I followed a contrary conduct, I should have acted in a manner unbecoming the nature of my office, ill-suited to the character I wish to maintain, and disrespectful to yourselves. I have, unquestionably, my political principles, as well as other men have theirs; and, how unfashionable soever they may have become, I have never scrupled, and never shall scruple, to confess that those on which the revolution was founded, and the present reigning family seated on the throne of these kingdoms, are, in my judgment, principles best calculated to protect the liberty and property of the subject, and to secure the honour and happiness of the sovereign.
You will not, I think, be guilty of a breach of Christian charity, in the use of even harsh language, when you explain to your flock the cruelties which the
French have used in every country they have invaded; for no language can reach the atrocity of the fact. They évery where promise protection to the poorer sort, and they every where strip the poorest of every thing they possess; they plunder their cottages, and they set them on fire when the plunder is exhausted; they torture the owners to discover their wealth, and they put them to death when they have none to discover; they violate females of all ages; they insult the hoary head, and trample on all the decencies of life. This is no exaggerated picture: whoever has read the account of the proceedings of the French in Suabia, in Holland, in Italy, in Switzerland, know that it is not.-And can there be men in Great Britain of so base a temper, so maddened by malignity, so cankered by envy, so besotted by folly, so stupified as to their own safety, as to abet the designs of such an enemy? It is said there are such men; but I have too firm a confidence in the general good sense of the people of Great Britain, to believe that such men are either many in number, or respectable for character, or formidable for connection. The men of this principality, (Wales), at least, have nobly shown, in a late instance, that they inherit the spirit of their ancestors, and have too ardent a love of their country to submit to a foreign yoke, under whatever specious promises, of supporting the rights of men, of introducing liberty and equality, the invaders may attempt to deceive them.
What are these rights of men, this liberty, this equality, of which every man has heard so much, and of which few have any proper conception?---Let us see what they are in France itself. There no man has any
right in his person, or in his property, both are absolutely at the disposal of the few persons who have usurped the government. There no man has any liberty, except the liberty of submitting to the worst of slavery; for what slavery can be worse than that of being subject to laws which are perpetually changed, aco, cording to the caprice of the ruling faction? -Ubi jus incertum, ibi jus nullum.
Are the French coming hither to enrich the nation? Will they pay attention to the poor of this country, when they have so many thousands of infinitely poorer, persons in their own?-Will they reward their seditious adherents amongst us?-Yes, they will reward them, as all history informs us such traitors have ever been rewarded—they will reward them with contempt, pillage, beggary, slavery, and death. The nation will be ruined. by exorbitant impositions,—our naval power will be de. stroyed our commerce transferred to France,-our lands will be divided, not amongst those who wickedly covet their neighbours goods, but amongst French soldiers, who will be every where stationed, as the Roman soldiers were of old, to awe the people, and collect the taxes,—the flower of our youth will be compelled to serve in foreign countries, to promote the wicked pro-, jects of French ambition,-Great Britain will be made an appendage to continental despotism.
I would say to the most violent democrat in the king. dom-suppose the business done, after seas of blood have been shed, millions of lives lost, towns plundered, villages burned, the royal family exterminated, and unutterable calamity has been endured by persons of all, Tanks;-after all this has been done, what advantages