[21]If it was the Custom of _England_ to imitate the _Romans_ in insulting over the Conquered, what Spectacles might have formerly been exhibited! How many _French_ Youths and Virgins might have followed the Chariot-Wheels of our Monarchs! In that Cafe many a poor _English_ Heart must have submitted to a _French_ Conquest, and Beauty would have been triumphant in Chains. Nay, I prophesy we shall again see those victorious Times. Our Mighty GEORGE now meditates new Triumphs, and _France_[22] shall be punished as she ought. Rejoice, O ye Shades[23], whose Bodies lie buried in the Plains of _Fontenoy_, where _British_ Colours were polluted by _Gallic_ Hands. WILLIAM your Avenger comes. The General in him shone forth in his first Campaign, and while a Youth, he managed War beyond his Years. Let not his Age therefore deter us from ranking him among our greatest Commanders. His Warlike Genius springs forth and outruns his Years, impatient of the sluggish Pace of Time. The _Swedish Charles_[24] was scarce beyond a Child when he crushed two mighty enemies at once; _Charles_[25] the _German_ Prince, yet but a Youth, what was he when he past the _Rhine_ and terrified the Host of _France_? Thy Father's Genius, WILLIAM, and his Courage, shall inspire thy youthful Arms. With that Genius and that Courage shalt thou conquer. Such Beginnings dost thou owe to the mighty Name of thy illustrious Sire; that thou who art the Noblest of all young Commanders mayst hereafter become the first among the old. 'Tis time to avenge the Injuries attempted to thy House, and to maintain thy glorious Father's Rights. Thy Country's Father and thy own, girts on thy Sword, and thy Cause is no less glorious than thy Arms. In both is _France_ inferiour, and to both shall yield. I prophesy, that thou shalt conquer, and to thy Conquest I dedicate my votive Prayers, prepared hereafter to resound thy Praise; when we shall see thee, most lovely Prince, returning, thy Glories far outshining the Gold in which thou art attired. Thee shall Crouds of Youths and beauteous Virgins hail from their crouded Windows as thou passest, and universal Joy shall overspread each _British_ Face on that Blest Day. If then, my Scholar, thou shouldst happen to be placed in a Window near some lovely Girl, who, fired with the Glories of the young Conqueror, should enquire into all his matchless Labours[26], his Wound at _Dettingen_; his Danger and Intrepidity at _Fontenoy_; his Toils at home, in defiance of Cold and Fatigue; his Pursuit to _Carlisle_; his Victory at _Culloden_; and many more which will then be as well known; repeat all if thou canst, and if thy Memory fails, go on nevertheless: for Invention cannot here outdo the Reality, and thy Fictions shall recommend thee equal with Truth to her Ears.