E. 4. Her brand accursed when civil discord hurled,[266] Britain alone the united world withstood, RODNEY his fortune-favoured sails unfurled, And led three nation’s chiefs to Thames’s flood. Firm on his rock the VETERAN HERO[267] stands; Beneath his feet unheeded thunders roar; Smiling in scorn, he sees the glittering bands Fly with repulse and shame old CALPE’S hopeless shore. S. 5. Heirs or partners of their toils, Matchless heroes still we own; Crowned with honourable spoils From the leagued nations won. On their high prows they proudly stand, The godlike guardians of their native land; Lords of the mighty deep triumphant ride, Wealth and victory at their side. A. 5. Loyal, bold, and generous bands, Strenuous in their country’s cause, Guard their cultivated lands, Their altars, liberties, and laws. On his firm, deep-founded throne, Great BRUNSWICK sits—a name to fear unknown, With brow erect commands the glorious strife, Unawed, and prodigal of life. E. 5. Sons of fair Freedom’s long-descended line, To Gallia’s yoke shall Britons bend the neck?— No; in her cause though fate and hell combine To bury all in universal wreck, Of this fair Isle to make one dreary waste, Her greatness in her ruins only traced,— Arts, commerce, arms, sunk in one common grave— The man who dares to die will never live a slave. [Illustration] No. XXIX. May 28, 1798. In a former number, we were enabled, by the communication of a classical correspondent, to compliment CITIZEN MUSKEIN with an Address to his Gun-boats, imitated from a favourite Ode of Horace. Another (or perhaps the same) hand has obligingly furnished us with a composition, which we have no doubt will be equally acceptable to the citizen to whom it is addressed. ODE TO THE DIRECTOR MERLIN. HORACE, B. I., O. V. Who now from Naples, Rome, or Berlin, Creeps to thy blood-stained den, O MERLIN, With diplomatic gold?—to whom Dost thou give audience _en costume_? _King Citizen!_—How sure each state That bribes thy love shall feel thy hate; Shall see the democratic storm Her commerce, laws, and arts deform. How credulous, to hope the bribe Could purchase peace from MERLIN’S tribe! Whom, faithless as the waves or wind, No oaths restrain, no treaties bind.