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THE BATTLE OFF TRAFALGAR.
[From the Lewes Journal.]
main They thought their mighty force combin'd was such as none
could beat, And that the world muft foon fubmit to this united Aeet, . Soon was the news to Nelson fent, that off Trafalgar Cape He might attack the enemy who wisi'd his power to 'scape; “ My brave companions lend your aid, and then will Nelson
show What British seamen can perform against their country's foe. " Quick man your yards, and set your fails, and not a
moment waste, Bear for the Straits, for see the wind is shifted to the west." With his commands his gallant crews most readily complied, And early on the twenty-first the hostile ensigns spied. Mark now where like a crescent form'd, the combin'd feet
is clos'd, And in two columns bearing down the British line oppos’d; Tremendous soon 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 ships of war, the French and Spanish
boaft, Nineteen receiv'd the victor's flag, and one in sight was lost; But nine return'd again to port with terror and dismay, And show'd what havoc Nelson made on that illustrious day
But Nelson, though Old England's pride, by fage experience
The following beautiful Epitaph is afcribed to the Hon.
Baron Smythe, of Dublin.
Vix tandem egreili portu, delentur in ævum :
THE MONODY OF MERTON.
i [From the Morning Chronicle.] ARK! dark as the night is the fadowy gloom,
O Merton ! that hangs on thy desolate plain; And dire is the breath on the gale from the tomb,
That tells thee Horatio in battle is sain,
* Bronte, derived from the Greek, fignifies Jove's thunderbolt lightning
For, scarce from thiy quiet retreat had he flown,
With a patriot ardour his country to save Ere trumpets proclaim that the day is his own
Ere lutes fadly murmur-he sinks to the grave.
And solemn procefsions his manes attend !
They mourn for their hero--you figh for your friend.
Where the outworks of freedom by Britons were won ; How your fires from their heav'n of bliss must behold
That the fabric they plann'd is preserv'd by your fon *! For, Merton! he made thee the seat of the brave,
And often thy echoes with rapture have rung, When, soften'd, pure Wandle, by thy limpid wave,
The praises of valour by beauty were fung. “ Ah! give me, dear Merton,” the hero would say,
“ My ebb-tide of life in thy shelter to live; With the friends of my heart in thy meadows to stray,
Is the brightest reward that my country can give to
Unseen may thy willows bend over the wave!
TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF LORD
BY H. TRESHAM.
L ET meaner mortals seek from breathing stone
To make their valour and their virtues known;
* The Statutes of Merton were passed in the abbey adjoining Lord Viscount Nelson's house.
+ A literal quotation from a letter written by the noble Lord a few days before his laft glorious but fatal battle.
Nor Parian quarries, nor Corinthian ore,
LINES TO LORD NELSON, WITH HIS LORDSHIP'S NIGHT-CAP, THAT CAUGHT FIRE
ON THE POET's BEAD, AS HE WAS READING IN BED
BY PETER PINDAR.
TAKE your night-cap again, my good Lord, 1 defire,
For I wis not to keep it a minute;
Is sure to be instantly in it.
MONODY ON THE DEATH OF THE MOST NOBLE MARQUIS
[From the British Press.] Finis vitæ ejus nobis luctuosus, amicis tristis, extraneis etiam ignotifque non fine čura fuit. Tacitus. GREAT Cincinnatus from his rural seat,
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,
Imperial Rome, when menac'd by her foes,
cherish'd native ifle,
But if no faith can awe, no treaties bind,
for the purpose of deliberating on the best mode of paying a tribute of Tuwveet to the memory of the late Marquis Cornwallis. It was conpored by Mr. William Rowland Wake, and delivered with much animation and effect by Mr. Dunstanviile, a Cadet from the College at Mahim.