You will please to accept of the inclosed Stanzas, and the Ode for the Jubilee, as a little testimony of the Author's respectful remembrance of regard; and of his congratulations, that it has pleased Divine Providence to prolong your days, to take a distinguished part in the happy commemoration of the approaching Fifth of November. Having accidentally heard yesterday the Text you proposed for your Discourse on Wednesday, I thought the adoption of it, as an additional truth to the one I had chosen, would be regarded as an additional token of implied respect. In that light I flatter myself you will consider it. I shall be happy if these poetic effusions should be considered by you as a proof of the sincere respect and esteem with which I subscribe myself, Dear Sir, your faithful humble servant, P. CUNNINGHAM. Stanzas, by the Rev. P. _Cunningham_, occasioned by the Revolution Jubilee, at Whittington and Chesterfield, Nov. 5, 1788. Inscribed to the Rev. SAMUEL PEGGE, Rector of Whittington. "This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it." Psalms. "Esto perpetua!" _F. P. Sarpi da Venez._ Round the starr'd Zodiack, now the golden Sun Eventful Time a Century hath led; Since Freedom, with her choicest wreath, begun Smiling, to grace her long-loved Nation's head. Welcome again, the fair auspicious Morn! To Freedom, first and fairest of the year; When from her ashes, like a Phœnix born, Reviving Britain rose in Glory's sphere. When, starting from their mournful death-like trance, Her venerable Laws their fasces rais'd. Her stern-eyed Champions grasp'd th' avenging lance, And pure Religion's trembling altars blaz'd. For then, from Belgia, through the billowy storm, And, heaven-directed in an happy hour, Britain's good Genius, bearing WILLIAM'S form, Broke the dire Sceptre of Despotic Power. Ev'n now, to Fancy's retrospective eyes, Fix'd on the triumphs of his Patriot-Reign; Majestic seems the Hero's shade to rise, With Commerce, Wealth, and Empire, in his train. Undimm'd his[43] Eagle-eye, serene his air, Of Soul heroic, as in Fields of Death; See! Britain's Weal employs his latest care, Her Liberty and Laws his latest breath. "Visions of Glory! crouding on his sight," With your still-growing lustre gild the day, When Britons, worthy of their Sires, unite Their Orisons at Freedom's Shrine to pay. To eternize the delegated hand, That seal'd their great forefathers' fields their own; Rais'd ev'ry art that decks a smiling land, And Laws that guard the Cottage as the Throne. That to the free, unconquerable mind Secur'd the sacred Rights of Conscience, given To Man, when tender Mercy first design'd To raise the Citizen of Earth to Heaven.