Bonaparte, on or before the Morrow[78] of All Souls, that he may be forthwith sent to our Jail for WILD BEASTS, situate, standing, and being, over Exeter ‘Change in the Strand, without _Bail_ or _Mainprize_; and that he be there placed in a certain Iron Cage, with the Ouran Outang, or some other ferocious and voracious animal like himself, for the purpose of being tamed, or until a warrant shall issue to our beloved subject _Jack Ketch_, to deal with him according to Law and the _Virtue_ of his Office; and this in no-wise omit at your peril. Witness our hands JOHN DOE and RICHARD ROE. The said NAPOLEON BONAPARTE, _alias_ Jaffa Bonaparte, _alias_ Opium Bonaparte, _alias_ Whitworth Bonaparte, _alias_ Acre Bonaparte, is a Corsican by birth, about five feet four inches in height of a swarthy black complexion, dark hair and eye brows, and resembles a great deal in person, a Bear-leader, or one of the Savoyards who play on the reeds at Vauxhall: he is remarkable for walking fast, and taking long strides, and has been thought to squint, though it is, in fact, no more than a _cast_ in the left eye, with looking too much at one object--Old England--to which over application, he also owes being afflicted with the Jaundice. The above reward will be paid by the County immediately on apprehension. CHAPTER XXXI. INVASION, _continued_,--‘BRITONS, STRIKE HOME’--BONAPARTE’S WILL. At this time much use was made of the phrase ‘Britons, strike home!’ which first appears in an adaptation of Beaumont and Fletcher’s play of ‘Bonduca,’ or Boadicea--which was set to music by Henry Purcell in 1695. The few words are not in the original drama, but are interpolated with other songs, and form a solo and chorus. [Illustration: [Music] Brit - ons, strike home, Re - venge, re - venge your coun - - - try’s wrongs. Fight, fight and re - - cord, fight, fight and re - cord your -- selves in Dru - - ids’ songs, Fight, fight and re - - cord, fight, fight and re - - cord, re - cord your - selves in Dru - ids’ songs. ] But these simple words would hardly suit the times, so a brand new patriotic song was evolved, embodying the title BRITONS, STRIKE HOME! _A New Song._ Should Frenchmen e’er pollute Britannia’s strand, Or press with hostile hoof this sacred land; The daring deed should every Briton arm, To save his native land from dire alarm; Her free born Sons should instant take the field, The Altar and the Throne at once to shield. Britons, strike home! avenge your Country’s cause, Protect your _King_, your _Liberties_, and _Laws_!