And hark! the solemn Pæans grateful rise From rural Whittington's o'erflowing fane; And, with the heart's pure incense to the skies, Its venerable Shepherd's[44] hallow'd strain. See! pointing to the memorable scene, He bids that Heath[45] to latest times be known, Whence her three Champions[46], Freedom, heaven-born Queen, Led with fresh glories to the British Throne. Oh, Friend! upon whose natal morn[47] 'tis given, When seventeen Lustres mark thy letter'd days, To lead the Hymn of Gratitude to Heav'n, And blend the Christian's with the Briton's praise. Like hoary Sarpis[48], patriot Sage, thy pray'r With Life shall close in _his_ emphatic Strain; "As on _this_ day, may Freedom, ever fair, In Britain flourish, and for ever reign!" _Eyam, Derbyshire._ P. C. [43] Sir John Dalrymple's "Continuation of Memoirs of Great Britain." [44] Samuel Pegge. [45] Whittington Moor. [46] Earl of Devon, Earl of Danby, and Mr. John D'Arcy. [47] Birth-day of the Rev. Samuel Pegge, 1704. [48] Father Paul. * * * * * Ode for the Revolution Jubilee, 1788. When lawless Power his iron hand, When blinded Zeal her flaming brand O'er Albion's Island wav'd; Indignant freedom veil'd the sight; Eclips'd her Son of Glory's light; Her fav'rite Realm enslav'd. Distrest she wander'd:--when afar She saw her NASSAU'S friendly star Stream through the stormy air: She call'd around a Patriot Band; She bade them save a sinking land; And deathless glory share. Her cause their dauntless hearts inspir'd, With ancient Roman virtue fir'd; They plough'd the surging main; With fav'ring gales from Belgia's shore Her heaven-directed Hero bore, And Freedom crown'd his Reign. With equal warmth her spirit glows, Though hoary Time's centennial snows New silver o'er her fame. For hark, what songs of triumph tell, Still grateful Britons love to dwell, On WILLIAM'S glorious name. EXTRACTS FROM LETTERS TO MR. GOUGH. DEAR SIR, _Whittington, Oct. 11, 1788._ We are to have most grand doings at this place, 5th of November next, at the _Revolution House_, which I believe you saw when you was here. The Resolutions of the Committee were ordered to be inserted in the London prints[49]; so I presume you may have seen them, and that I am desired to preach the Sermon. I remain your much obliged, &c. S. PEGGE.