THE BATTLE OFF TRAFALGAR. Tune-The Fight off Camperdown. [From the Lewes Journal.]、 IN Fame's high temple still the first, shall England's prowess ftand, And Nelfon's great achievements reach to ev'ry diftant land; Nor from its zenith fhall his ftar of glory ere decline, Till the bright regent of the day on earth no more shall shine. October the nineteenth it was, the fleets of France and Spain, From Cadiz port fail'd forth, and vow'd to triumph o'er the main. They thought their mighty force combin'd was fuch as none could beat, And that the world muft foon fubmit to this united feet.. Soon was the news to Nelfon fent, that off Trafalgar Cape He might attack the enemy who wifh'd his power to 'fcape; "My brave companions lend your aid, and then will Nelfon fhow What British feamen can perform against their country's foe. "Quick man your yards, and fet your fails, and not a moment wafte, Bear for the Straits, for fee the wind is fhifted to the weft.” With his commands his gallant crews moft readily complied," And early on the twenty-firft the hoftile enfigus fpied. Mark now where like a crefcent form'd, the combin'd fleet is clos'd, And in two columns bearing down the British line oppos'd; Tremendous foon commenc'd the fight, from twelve to four o'clock, And then the enemy retir'd, nor could endure the shock. Of thirty-three large fhips of war, the French and Spanish boaft, Nineteen receiv'd the victor's flag, and one in fight was loft; VOL. X. Bu But Nelson, though Old England's pride, by fage experience crown'd, Long ere the battle ceas'd its rage, receiv'd a mortal wound; "Fight bravely on, my tars," he cried; " I thank the gra❤ cious Pow'rs; For though I die, I die affur'd that victory is ours." Oh, may the British nation still revere her Nelson's name, S―. The following beautiful Epitaph is afcribed to the Hon. Baron Smythe, of Dublin. TO THE MEMORY OF LORD NELSON. Q UI latuere diu Galli, fociique trementes, Vix tandem egreffi portu, delentur in ævum: IMITATED. WHILE dazzling honours crown the deathlefs name * Mourns her loft Bronte's heaven-imparted fires: THE MONODY OF MERTON. [From the Morning Chronicle.] DARK! dark as the night is the fhadowy gloom, And dire is the breath on the gale from the tomb, 1 * Bronte, derived from the Greek, fignifies Jove's thunderboltlightning. For, TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF LD. NELSON. 123 For, fcarce from thy quiet retreat had he flown, With a patriot ardour his country to faveEre trumpets proclaim that the day is his ownEre lutes fadly murmur-he finks to the grave. Loud, loud may the nation its gratitude speak, And folemn proceffions his manes attend! But mute be the feeling that moiftens your cheek! They mourn for their hero-you figh for your friend. Ah, Merton! fo fam'd in our annals of old! Where the outworks of freedom by Britons were won; "Ah! give me, dear Merton," the hero would fay, J. P. TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF LORD BY H. TRESHAM. LET meaner mortals feek from breathing ftone *The Statutes of Merton were paffed in the abbey adjoining Lord Viscount Nelfon's houfe. A literal quotation from a letter written by the noble Lord a few days before his laft glorious but fatal battle. 2 Nor Nor Parian quarries, nor Corinthian ore, Shrieks to behold her floating bulwarks loft; Grief drowns the theme!-too frail the minstrel's lyre, When on the verge he paus'd 'twixt earth and heaven, LINES TO LORD NELSON, WITH HIS LORDSHIP'S NIGHT-CAP, THAT CAUGHT FIRE ON THE POET'S HEAD, AS HE WAS READING IN BED AT MERTON. BY PETER PINDAR. TAKE your night-cap again, my good Lord, I defire, What belongs to a Nelfon, where'er there's a fire, MONODY ON THE DEATH OF THE MOST NOBLE MARQUIS CORNWALLIS ". [From the British Prefs.] Finis vitæ ejus nobis luctuofus, amicis triftis, extraneis etiam ignotifque non fine cura fuit. TACITUS. REAT Cincinnatus-from his rural feat, GR Where Fame repos'd in Honour's bright retreat, Imperial *This Monody was recited at a meeting of the British inhabitants of Bombay, held at the Court-house, on the 27th of November 1805, for Imperial Rome, when menac'd by her foes, But if no faith can awe, no treaties bind, for the purpose of deliberating on the best mode of paying a tribute of Tapet to the memory of the late Marquis Cornwallis. It was conpofed by Mr. William Rowland Wake, and delivered with much animation and effect by Mr. Dunftanviile, a Cadet from the College at Mahim. |