BRITONS, to arms! of apathy beware, And let your COUNTRY be your dearest care, Protect your Altars! guard your MONARCH’S Throne. The cause of George and Freedom is your own! What! shall that ENGLAND want her SONS support, Whose HEROES fought at CRESSY … AGINCOURT? And when Great MARLBOROUGH led the English Van, In FRANCE, o’er FRENCHMEN, triumphed to a man! By ALFRED’S great and ever honored name! By EDWARD’S Prowess, and by HENRY’S Fame! By all the gen’rous Blood for Freedom shed! And by the ashes of the Patriot Dead! By the Bright Glory Britons lately won, On Egypt’s plains beneath the burning sun. BRITONS, to arms! defend your Country’s cause; Fight for your King, your Liberties and Laws! Be France defied, her slavish YOKE abhorr’d, And place your safety only on your Sword. The Gallic DESPOT, sworn your mortal FOE, Now aims his last, but his most deadly blow; With England’s plunder tempts his hungry slaves, And dares to brave you on your native waves, If _Briton’s_ rights be worth a _Briton’s_ care, To shield them from the sons of _Rapine_, swear! Then to _Invasion_ be defiance given, Your cause is just, approved by earth and heaven, Should adverse winds our gallant fleet restrain, To sweep his bawbling[6] vessels from the main, And fate permit him on our shores t’advance. The _Tyrant_ never shall return to _France_: Fortune herself shall be no more his friend, And here the history of his crimes shall end, His slaughtered legions shall manure our shore, And _England_ never know Invasion more. Printed for James Askern, 32, Cornhill, for 1d. each, or 6s. per 100. Noblemen, magistrates, and gentlemen would do well by ordering a few dozen of the above tracts of their different booksellers, and causing them to be stuck up in the respective villages where they reside, that the inhabitants may be convinced of the cruelty of the Corsican usurper. ―――― LOYAL EFFUSION. BY W. T. F. “Quicquid dicunt, laudo: id rursum si negant, Laudo id quoque,” TERENCE.