RECIPE TO MAKE A FRENCH LEGION OF HONOUR. [From the Morning Poft.] SELECT fome fit tools From Philofophy's schools, Well vers'd in the laws of fubmiffion ; Who can chatter, read, write, Turn black into white, Cheat, flatter, cajole, and petition. Take mountebanks, prancers, So volatile, verfatile, nimble; Pimps, parafites, fpyers, Apoftates, rogues, liars, State coblers, and knights of the thimble, Take impious bravadoes, Malapert renegadoes, Who laugh at religion so hearty; Take infidel priests, Half men and half beasts, But ftaunch friends to great Bonaparte. Take pomp, pride, and puff, With tinfel enough, To gild, and to make them go down; Poverty, flavery, Rape, murder, and warlike renown. When thus you have done, Take folly and fun, Treville, Gantheaume, and Arthur O'Connor; Blend all in a mass, And the mixture will pafs For a modern French Legion of Honour! HAFIZ. VOL. X. THE THE DEVOTED AND VICTORIOUS BRITISH SOLDIER. BY JOHN COURTENAY, ESQ. M. P. TO battle let defpots compel the poor flave, But the voice of fair Freedom is heard by the brave, Our Country and King may triumphantly rest, For the fpirit of liberty glows in each breast, In the bright race of glory Britannia still runs, How glorious to fall in youth's manly bloom, The voice of loud Fame will be heard in each tomb, Raife the fong to the heroes of Freedom's proud ifle, How the foldier's lov'd chief, by the blood-ftreaming Nile, Then, Britons, ftrike home-to the French on our fhore, By Moira array'd, on their vain legions pour, And rival fam'd Aboukir's day. While proudly the banners of victory wave, The foldier exultingly dies, The trophies of glory fhine over his grave, FOR FOR THE ENGLISH VOLUNTEERS. BY JOHN O'KEEFE, ESQ AIR-" With fwords on their thighs the bold yeomen are feen.", WHE HEN fwell'd with ambition old Satan rebell'd, His terms of existence by man fhould be known; To chain us in thraldom his pride and his boast, THE INVASION. [From the Oracle.] AT the fign of the George, a national fet, A Briton, a Scot, and Hibernian were met K 2 The liquor went round, and they jok'd and they laugh'd; Were quite pleasant, facetious, and hearty; To the health of their King flowing bumpers they quaff'd, Quoth John, "'Tis reported, that snug little strait With a hop, step, and jump, that the Emp'ror elate, "Let him try ev'ry cunning political stroke, And devife ev'ry scheme that he's able, The Scot and Hibernian replied, "You are right- When England, and Scotland, and Ireland unite, VOX POPULI. ALBION, THE PRIDE OF THE WORLD! OLD Neptune one day invited the Gods With pleasure the Deities left their abodes, The fight of his ifles pleas'd the fam'd God of War. Mighty Jove with delight view'd the int'resting spot, A people fo happy, he envied their lot, And e'en with'd that he was their king. As As for Mars, he declar'd there a feat he would have, The Mufes the works of the natives admir'd, And down on their knees, of great Jove they defir'd To their one grand request foon his Godship agreed, In vain then let Frenchmen boaft what they will do, No power on earth fhall make England rue, Be then firmly united in one common cause, It will then in all parts of the globe be proclaim'd, The fpot where firft Freedom her banners unfurl'd- W. H. THE EAGLE AND MONKEY:-A FABLE. ADDRESSED TO AN EMPEROR. On the top of a wide-spreading oak In a wood where no axe's keen ftroke |