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TOM PAINE's JESTS; BEING AN ENTIRELY NEW AND SELECT COLLECTION OF Patriotic Bon Mots, Repartees, Anecdotes, Epigrams, Observations, &c.

ON POLITICAL SUBJECTS. By THOMAS PAINE, AND OTHER SUPPORTERS OF THE RIGHTS OF MAN.

TO WHICH IS ADDED, A TRIBUTE to the SWINISH MULTITUDE, Being a choice Collection of PATRIOTIC SONGS

Speak truth and shame the devil.
Seria mixta jocis.

PHILADELPHIA: PRINTED FOR MATHEW CAREY, NO. 118, MARKET-STREET. M.DCC.XCVI.

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DEDICATION.
TO THE SWINISH MULTITUDE.

Friends and Fellow Citizens,

NOTWITHSTANDING the contempt in which you are held by Mr. Burke, and men like Mr. Burke, yet, as the following publication is calculated principally for your use and enter­tainment, I think it proper to dedicate it to you. Indeed, I suppose, that those gentlemen, who, with their aristocracy of power, titles, wealth, places, pensions, &c. conceive that they possess also an aristocracy of understanding, and that you were born only for their use, will not deign to cast their eyes on so vulgar a performance. For these great men I write not; but if I can afford you any amusement or any instruction, I shall have accomplished my end.

It may be objected to the title of this pamphlet, that Tom Paine is no Jester—that his works con­tain serious truths: but you, I am certain, will allow, that they contain many good things; and even his enemies (both those formerly in power, and those received into power and favour, for their opposition to his doctrines, even Mr. Burke himself) must confess, that they contain smart things; for if these gentlemen-placemen had not smarted under them, we should not have seen the long list of prosecutions which have taken place against Mr. Paine and the booksellers who sold his works. In some of these prosecutions the juries have found the books to be libels, and in others, the juries have found them not to be libels. This is what is called, in that equitable place, Westminster Hall, the glorious uncertainty of the law.

[Page 4]In the following sheets I have endeavoured to keep clear of any thing that may be the cause of my being honoured with the attention of that valuable officer of the Crown, the King's Attorney-General: but in these days, when lawyers assert that truth is a libel our friend Tom Paine ob­serves, that to say truth is a libel is a libel on truth), even this innocent performance may, by the rulers of the land, be considered as libellous, especially as it is avowedly published for your use, and not for the use of those who call themselves learned men or great men. Should it so happen, I have only to hope though hardly to expect) that I may be tried by a jury indefinitely chosen from among you, and not by a special jury of ESQUIRES, named by the Crown Office.

It only remains for me to express a wish, that the people, as the natural sovereigns of this, as of every other country, may assert their un­alienable right to liberty; and to assure you, that for that great end, you have every wish, and shall have every exertion of

The EDITOR.
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JESTS, &c.

1. A DROLL blunder was made in the Daily Advertiser, in the month of May last. It stated, that a bill was brought into parliament, to secure the rights of potentates, instead of patentees.

2. The following notice was, for many months, advertised on a board, at the Surry end of West­minster Bridge:—"Rubbish may be shot by the di­rection of Thomas Paine." It has been lately taken down, at the request, it is said, of a Lord of the Bedchamber.

3. A gentleman (an enemy to anarchists) lately ordered a glass of brandy in a coffee house, adding, "Take care there is none of your damned French stuff in it."—The waiter replied, "Genuine Bri­tish, Sir, I assure you."

4. It was observed, some time ago, in a mines­terial newspaper, that 5000 Hanoverians were on their march, to increase the number of British troops quartered at Tournay.

5. When Lord Howe, in the month of August last, made the best of his way into port after he had got sight of the French fleet, one of his officers, [Page 6] not remarkably correct in his orthography, wrote to a correspondent, that he expected they would soon go to SEE again.

6. A workman, lately dismissed from his em­ployment at Manchester, was told at the same time, that the war was not the cause of his mis­fortune. "Now, to me (says the man bluffly) the case appears directly contrary;—are we not at this moment employed in shooting our custom­ers?"

7. Some wags in Dublin lately gave informa­tion to a magistrate, that a Mr. Scanlon had three mortars in his possession. The magistrate, attended by a party of dragoons, surrounded the house, and demanded the mortars to be delivered to him in the name of the King. Mr. Scanlon, who is a respectable apothecary, immediately produced them, adding, that as they were useless without the pestles, these were also at his Majesty's service.

8. At a late Kent assizes, an action was brought for slander, in which an attorney was plaintiff, and an honest farmer defendant. The action was brought to recover damages, for calling the at­torney a rogue and a thief. The verdict of the ju­ry was, that as the plaintiff was an attorney, the action did not lie.

9. Soon after Mr. Dundas's late marriage, a person observed that he wondered that gentleman held so many offices, for that he imagined it would be enough for him to do the duties of the home department.

10. An Irish officer had the misfortune to be dreadfully wounded in one of the battles in Ame­rica last war. As he lay on the ground, an un­fortunate soldier, who was near him, and was al­lo severely wounded, made a terrible howling; when the officer exclaimed, "Damn your eyes, [Page 7] what do you make such a noise for? Do you think there is nobody killed but yourself?"

11. The First Lord of the Admiralty, out of compliment to his talents, is commonly called in the office the late Lord Chatham.

12. In an old church history, we meet with the following curious article: "The church of Witham Friary is a small structure supported by a nave."

13. His Grace of Richmond being asked, why he ordered a captain's guard to mount in the kitch­en? replied, that he wished to accustom the cap­tains of militia to stand fire.

14. Some time ago a gentleman in Devonshire thought he could not give a greater proof of his loyalty, than by employing a number of persons to burn Tom Paine in effigy. At the conclusion, one of the fellows waited on him, to know if there was any other gemman among his friends, whom he would wish to have burned, as they were ready to do it for the same quantity of beer.

15. A royal publican in Saint George's fields advertises his house by the title of the Princess Royal's Tap.

16. During the riots in 1780, several persons, in order to save their houses, wrote on their doors 'no popery.' Grimaldi, the dancer, to avoid all mistakes, wrote on his, 'no religion.'

17. One of Mr. Reeves's men was lately ha­ranguing the people, in a barn in the country, on the blessings of our constitution, our paucity of taxes, &c. When an ass, who had borne many heavy burdens, in the midst of the oration, put his head in at the window and began a braying. The company seeming divided in their attention be­tween the two orators, a wag observed, only one at a time, if you please, gentlemen.

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HISTORICAL REMARKS, ANECDOTES, OBSERVATIONS, BON MOTS, &c.

18. The oath of allegiance (says Algernon Sid­ney) binds no private man to more than the law directs; and has no influence upon the whole bo­dy of the nation. Many princes are known to their subjects only by the injuries, losses, and mis­chiefs they bring upon them. Rebellion itself is neither good nor bad more than any other war; but is just or unjust, according to the manner of it.

19. Notwithstanding the stretches that have been lately made as to libels, it is hardly credible, but it is certainly true, that a man was lately ar­rested in Dublin as a libeller, for shewing a print of Mr. Paine to some people around him.

20. Dragonetti, in his Treatise on Virtues and Rewards, has a paragraph worthy of being re­corded in every country in the world:—"The science (says he) of the politician consists in fixing the true point of happiness and freedom: Those men would deserve the gratitude of ages who should discover a mode of government that con­tained the greatest sum of individual happiness, with the least national expense."

21. "Put a country right (says Mr. Paine), and it will soon put goverment right."

22. "For a nation to be free (say the French) it is sufficient that she wills it."

[Page 9]23. Almost immediately after Dr. Johnson's tract, entitled Taxation no Tyranny, appeared in America, it was answered by one, called Resis­tance no Rebellion.

24. The first time that Mr. Pitt went to Cam­bridge after his election for the university, all the sophs were (as might be expected) gaping for lawn sleeves, and the other good things in the gift of their representative. Dr. Paley preached before the young minister, from the following text; There is a lad here, which hath five borley loaves and two small fishes, but what are they among so many?

25. Tom Paine says, truth hath this advantage over prejudice, that truth cannot be unlearned.

26. The late Mr. Flood, once talking of the Irish pension list, said, it might be compared to death, for it was the wages of sin.

27. Parliamentary Reform.—On this subject it was mentioned that a noble lord had got the rever­sion of a borough, at the end of twenty years. A great lord, who was present pertinently asked, "What any borough would be worth twenty years hence?"

28. Soon after the capture of the Spanish re­gister ship, a recruiting serjeant of marines at Man­chester, after expatiating on the number of gal­leons, that were taken, informed his audience, that besides the king's bounty, every two men should be provided with a large chest, having a strong partition to hold their prize money.

29. A printseller in Dublin, lately had the au­dacity to expose for sale, a print of the —, with the following lines from Pope's Homer underneath:

"Curst is the man, and void of law and right,
"Unworthy property, unworthy light,
[Page 10]"Unfit for public rule or private care,
"That wretch, that monster, who delights in war:
"Whose lust is murder, and whose horrid joy,
"To tear his country, and his kind destroy."

30. Henry the Seventh, on his death-bed said, "I have left my subjects a legacy: I have left them, peace, the best legacy a prince can leave his people." Some kings might parody this speech, using the word debt instead of peace, and substi­tuting worst for best.

31. It is an observation of a French author, that there is no example of an English minister who began a war, continuing in office till its con­clusion.

32. The observation of Mr. Paine, that Eng­land has no constitution, is not new. Something very like it is contained in the following passage from the courtly Hume's History of England. "Those (says he) who, from a pretended respect to antiquity, appeal, at every turn, to an original plan of the constitution, only cover their turbulent spirit, and their private ambition, under the ap­pearance of venerable forms; and whatever period, they pitch on for their model, they may still be carried back to a more distant period, where they will find the measures of power entirely different, and where every circumstance, by reason of the greater barbarity of the times, will still appear less worthy of imitation. Above all, a civilized na­tion, like the English, ought to be cautious in ap­pealing to the practice of their ancestors, or re­garding the maxims of uncultivated ages as certain rules for her present conduct. An acquaintance with the ancient periods of their goverment is chiefly useful by instructing them to cherish their present constitution, from a comparison or con­trast with the condition of these present times. [Page 11] And it is also curious, by shewing them the re­mote, and commonly faint and disfigured origi­nals, of the most finished and most noble insti­tutions: and by instructing them in the great mixture of accident, which commonly concurs with a small ingredient of wisdom and foresight, in erecting the complicated fabric of the most per­fect government."

33. When the Duke of Clarence mentioned, in the House of Lords in the course of the debate on the Slave Trade, that the condition of the slaves in the West Indies was preferable to that of the poor people in Great Britain; it was observed, that it would be a humane action in his Highness, to bring a bill into parliament, to make the con­dition of the poor in this country as good as that of the African slaves.

34. A man must serve a seven years appren­ticeship to be a shoe-maker; but all our peers, and a great proportion of our commoners, are born legislators. Nor is this all; if the shoe-maker, after all his study does not make shoes to please his customers, they will not employ him; but we are obliged to receive all the manufactures of the other profession above mentioned, be they good or bad.

35. Those who hold up to admiration the con­stitution of this country, on account of the trial by jury, surely do not mean a special jury.

36. Comparisons of drunkenness.—A man is said to be as drunk as an owl, when he cannot see—as drunk as a sow, when he wallows in the dirt—as drunk as a beggar, when he is very impudent—as drunk as the devil, when he is inclined to mischief —and as drunk as a lord, when he is every thing that is bad.

37. A successful resistance (says Mr. Wilkes) is a revolution, not a rebellion. Rebellion indeed, appears on the back of a flying enemy; but Revo­lution [Page 12] flames or the breast plate of the victorious warrior.

38. The following equally wise and loyal reso­lutions, were published in the newspapers: —

"At a meeting of the inhabitants of the above place, it was unanimously agreed to change the name of the street from Petty-France, to York-street, to perpetuate to posterity the detestation, we, the said inhabitants, have to French princi­ples, politics, and all things that bear an affinity with the disordered system, at present prevailing with that deluded people.

"And we, the said inhabitants, do agree to call it York-street to commemorate the gallantry of his Royal Highness the Duke of York, who so nobly steps forward to defeat the hostile designs of a people, whose dangerous and destructive in­novations, have reduced millions to beggary, and threatened the liberties of this happy country.

"Therefore the public in general, and our friends and connexions in particular, are re­quested to observe, that the said street, lately called Petty-France, is, by the inhabitants at large, chang'd to York-street; and it is earnestly desired of every person, having occasion to send or write to their friends residing there (as likewise the postmen) will recollect the alteration, and direct, or deliver accordingly.

MATTHEW DYER, Chairman."

39. A person present at the above meeting, ob­served, that it would be better to call it Fetter­lane.

40. A gentleman being told, that Mr. Dundas [Page 13] had received the freedom of a certain Scotch burgh in a little gold box—observed, that their freedom might be contained in a very little box indeed.

41. Commissary Watson fidgets about so at the mess-rooms, and makes such a thumping noise with his wooden-leg, that the young officers have given him the nick-name of dot and go on.

42. The following curious article appeared in a Treasury newspaper, in the month of May last. —"In the late engagement, Ensign Hamilton, of the 3d regiment, had a very narrow escape—a cannon ball was making directly for his head, but a serjeant, who was near him, seeing it, held up his hand, and altered the direction so much, that it only went through Mr. Hamilton's hat!!!

43. During the Coalition Ministry, when the late Lord North held the office of one of the prin­cipal Secretaries of State, as he was one day going to his office, in ascending the long stair that leads to it, he was obliged, being a heavy man, to rest himself at the first floor, opposite the door leading into the treasury; at last he proceeded, observing very feelingly, "Well, I see that a man may go farther and fare worse."

44. Seneca was a Heathen: Hear his observa­tion on war—"Homo sacre res homo, jam per lu­sum et jocum occiditur."—"Man, that sacred creature man, is sent to death as a matter of plea­sure and diversion."

45. Notwithstanding the many severe examples made in our courts of justice, of persons, for speaking seditiously, a man had the audacity to as­sert, in a public coffee room, that two and two made four.

46. A Friend to the Constitution was preaching up the advantages of aristocracy, and stating the justice, that a general or an admiral for his merits in conquering the enemies of his King, [Page 14] should be ennobled, and that his honours should descend to his posterity: A lady, who was pre­sent, observed, that by the same rule, where a man is, for his merits, exalted to the gallows, his descendants should also succeed to that honour.

47. In the time of Mr. Wilkes's patriotism, he observed, in a speech to parliament, that, "The House of Commons meet like a consul­tation of physicians where every one's business is to apply to his own advantage, and not to con­sider the condition of his miserable patient."

48. On Mr. Pitt being condemned for taking his relations into the cabinet to prevent a division, a wag observed, that an improvement on this scheme would be, to take all the offices into his own hands, as there would be still less apprehen­sion of his dividing against himself.

49. At the quarter sessions held at Cambridge, July 18, 1793, John Cook, a baker, was tried for uttering the following seditious words: "I will always have a calf's head for dinner, on the anniversary of the martyrdom, so long as I have money to buy one; King George's head would look well served up in a dish, there would be cut and come again; and what a wonderful discovery there would be when you came to the brains! Damn the monarchy, I want none; I wish to see all the churches down, and the roads mended with them, and the King's chapel made a stable of." He was found guilty; and sentenced to be im­prisoned three months, to pay a fine of 40s. and to find sureties for six years, himself in 100l. and two sureties in 50l. each

50. If the Scotch Judges, instead of fourteen years transportation, had adjudged Mr. Muir to be hanged, such a sentence would not have been without precedents in their court: —

In the year 1600, Archibald Cornwall was in­dicted [Page 15] for ignominiously dishonouring and defa­ming his Majesty, in making a portrait of him, and laying it upon the posts of the gibbet, pressing to fix the same thereupon."

The Jury "convict Archibald Cornwall of the treasonable setting of his Majesty's portrait to the posts of the gibbet, and putting of the same to be hung forth on a nail infixed on the same gibbet."

The Court decreed him "to forfeit life, lands and goods; and to be taken to the said gibbet, whereupon he pressed to hang his Majesty's por­trait, and there to be hanged until he be dead, and to hang thereupon for the space of twenty-four hours, with a paper on his forehead, con­taining the vile crime committed by him."

In the same year Francis Tenant was indicted for writing and despersing slanderous letters, re­proachful to the king, his progenitors and coun­cil, and the Jury having found him guilty,

A royal warrant was produced by the Lord Ad­vocate, commanding the Court to pronounce the following sentence: —"That the prisoner be ta­ken to the cross of Edinburgh, and his tongue cut out at the root; that a paper be fixed on his brow, denoting him to be the author of wild and seditious pasquinades; and that he be then taken to a gal­lows, and hanged till he be dead."

But as the king (James I.) affected clemency, a second royal warrant was produced, in which his Majesty was graciously pleased to declare, that he was content that the prisoner would only be hanged; which sentence was accordingly pro­nounced and executed.

In 1615 John Fleming was hanged for uttering the following words: —"Fiend nor the King die or the morn (no matter if the King die by to mor­row) that he die of the falling sickness."

In 1618 Thomas Ross or Rois was condemned [Page 16] to have first his head struck off, and then his hand and head affixed to different gates in Edinburgh, for having, at Oxford, published a devilish, scan­dalous, and seditious writing, containing reflex­ions on his own countrymen; asserting that they should all be put from court, excepting his Ma­jesty (James I.) and his children and a few others, and upbraiding the English for suffering themselves to be abused by such a multitude of the off-scour­ing of the people."

51. The following fable, a gross libel upon that best of all possible goverments, called Monarchy, is taken from the ninth chapter of the Book of Judges: —

"The trees met together to choose a king; but all the trees of worth declined the office. The olive would not quit the care of its oil, the fig­tree of its figs, the vine of its wine, nor the other trees of their fruit. Thus disappointed, they ap­plied to the bramble, as being good for nothing. and because it bore thorns and could do mischief, The bramble, far from declining the honour of reigning over the rest of the trees, showed itself of the true blood royal, 'every inch a king,' by the following most gracions speech:‘If, in truth, (said its majesty), you anoint me king, then come and put your trust in my shadow; if not, the fire shall come out of the bramble and devour the cedars of Lebanon.’"

52. The following might also be considered as a libel, at this particular juncture, if it were not extracted from the Holy Bible:

1 Samuel, chap. 8.—"And Samuel told all the words of the Lord unto the people that asked of him a king.

"And he said, this will be the manner of the king that shall reign over you: he shall take your sons, and appoint them for himself, for his chariot, [Page 17] and to be his horsemen; and some shall run before his chariots.

"And he will appoint him captains over thou­sands, and captains over fifties; and will set them to ear his ground, and to reap his harvest, and to make his instruments of war and instruments of his chariots.

"And he will take your daughters to be con­fectionaries, and to be cooks, and to be bakers.

"And he will take your fields, and your vine­yards, and your olive yards, even the best of them, and give them to his servants.

"And he will take the tenth of your seed, and of your vineyards, and give to his officers and ser­vants.

"And he will take your men-servants, and your maid-servants, and your goodliest young men, and your asses, and put them to his work.

"And he will take the tenth of your sheep; and ye shall be his servants.

"And ye shall cry out in that day, because of your king, which ye shall have chosen you; and the Lord will not hear you that day.

53. Soon after the institution of the Royal So­ciety, King Charles II. sent as a question to them for their discussion, "What was the reason why a dead fish was so much heavier than a living one?" Many wise treatises were accordingly written, by the members of this learned body, to point out the physical reasons for this difference. At last, after the point had undergone a complete discussion, it occurred to them to try the fact, when they dis­covered, to their no small mortification, that they were laughed at by the witty King, the living fish and the dead one being exactly the same weight.

54. Those who find fault with our constitution, certainly do not believe the two following max­ims: [Page 18] I. "That the king can do no wrong, and II. That the act of law never doth wrong."

55. A gentleman haranguing on the perfection of our law, and that it was equally open to the poor and the rich, was answered by another, "So is the London Tavern."

56. Dean Swift observes, "that considering how many hopeful princes we have had, it is per­fectly astonishing, that we should have had so few tolerable kings."

57. A man was lately tried at Aberdeen for ob­structing a revenue officer; it unfortunately came out on the trial, that the prisoner had been guilty of planting the Tree of Liberty, where no tree had ever grown before, and where Liberty was not in the most flourishing state. The consequence was, a judgment, that he should be publicly whipped, and banished the kingdom for fourteen years.

58. A royal shoe-maker in Bristol lately adver­tised, that he had the honour to be an alarmist, and requested the custom of all his Majesty's loyal Subjects; as he was resolved not to make shoes for a republican.

59. A gentleman once observed, that if he was obliged to accept a title, it would be that of knighthood, as the infamy of it would not descend on his family.

60. A country gentleman, on hearing that se­veral persons were punished for selling the Rights of Man, protessed, that he thought no punishment too great for those, who dared to SELL the Rights of Man.

61. There is no bayonet so long as to reach opi­nion.

62. A modern writer say, "I shall never be­lieve that men were born for slavery, until I see kings produced with combs on their heads, like [...] to strut and crow; and men with bunches [Page 19] on their backs, like camels, to denote their capa­city to carry burdens."

63. A countryman was lately seen loitering all the forenoon about Somerset Place; a gentle­man asked him his business; he said he had come up from Yorkshire on purpose to see Mr. Dun­das; that he himself, with great labour, gained £. 50 a year, and he was desirous to see a man, who, from his merits and labour, got from the nation above £. 30,000 a year. The gentleman told him, that Mr. Dundas had, for a week past, been amusing himself at his country seat at Wim­bleton; but, says he, if you wish to see a man who gets a great deal more, and does still less than Mr. Dundas, go to St. James's, and you will see the King. The Yorkshireman answered, "The King is more than a man: he is God's vicegerent it is our duty to give him a million a-year, and it is his Majesty's duty to receive it."

64. Mr. Forbes, in the Irish House of Com­mons, observed, in speaking of the absentees, that he should have little objection to them as birds of passage, if they did not prove to be birds of prey.

65. It was observed by Mr. Courtney, in the House of Commons, that "the Devil was first Master General of the Ordnance."

66. We are apt to speak of the happiness of liv­ing under a mild government, as if it were like the happiness of living under an indulgent climate: and when we thank God for it, we rank it with the blessings of the air and of the soil; whereas, we ought to thank God for the wisdom and virtue of living under a good government: for a good government is the first of national duties.

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ENGLISH LAWS.

67. A specimen of the perfection, wisdom, consistency, equality and impartiality of the En­glish Law.

"The common law is the absolute perfection of human reason; for nothing that is contrary to reason is consonant with law."

"The act of law never doth wrong."

COKE.

I. Clergymen and peers are not punishable for crimes, for which severe punishments are in­flicted on all others; this is the case in all felonies having what is called benefit of clergy.

II. Persons tried for felony are not allowed a copy of the indictments against them, nor even to see the indictments. They are not permitted to have council to argue their cases, even though they should be enabled to see them; yet the most learned council are employed against them.

III. In cases at the suit of the Crown, the ser­vant of the Crown names special jurors.

IV. If the crown gains, the special jurors are allowed each two guineas, if it loses, only one guinea.

V. A man who picks my pocket of an hand­kerchief shall be hanged; while another who takes away an innocent man's life by perjury, shall be put upon the pillory.

[Page 21]VI. If a man owes ten pounds, he may be im­prisoned for life; if he makes an unnatural assault on another, he may be imprisoned for perhaps six months.

VII. It is the same crime to murder the king, or to plunge the country in a civil war, as to coin a six-pence. To plunge the country in an unne­cessary foreign war is no crime whatever.

VIII. It is equally capital to set fire to a hay­rick, and to burn a populous town.

IX. To write a letter to a man, threatening to burn his house, is a capital crime;—to plunge a knife in another's bosom, where death does not ensue, is (except in some particular circum­stances) a misdemeanor punishable by fine and imprisonment.

X. To burn a house, of which the criminal is a tenant at will, is capital; but if he has a lease, it is only a misdemeanor.

XI. To wound cattle is a capital crime—to wound a man only a misdemeanor.

XII. A comedian who performs in a theatre-royal is a reputable person; but if the same man plays the same characters in a theatre which wants the stamp of Royalty, he is a rogue and a vaga­bond.

XIII. It is high treason to have a connection with the king's eldest daughter; but a man may have a dozen children by each of the other daugh­ters of the king without committing any crime whatever.

XIV. "Almost in every case, the law for the king is not the law for the subject," Wood's In­stitutes, page 21.

XV. A poor man is deprived of the means of recovering his right from a rich man, on account of the expense of the law.—For, if he should be able to borrow 40l. or 50l. to carry on his action [Page 22] for 10l. due to him by his rich neighbour, and should by means of that money, procure a verdict of his country, for his debt, the rich man can, by writs of error, arrests of judgment, bills in chan­cery, &c. so harass the poor plaintiff, that he shall in the end be obliged to give up, with the loss of perhaps ten times his debt.

XVI. The expenses of an action for two pounds are the same as for two thousand.

XVII. A gentleman of large property may hunt on the ground of a man of small property; while the man of small property may not hunt on his own ground.

XVIII. Peers and Members of Parliament cannot be arrested for debt, but their creditors may.

XIX. Peers and Members of Parliament pay no postage.

XX. Although every person in the kingdom pays taxes, a very small proportion of the people elect representatives: yet every man is bound to obey the law, from the fiction, that it is made either by himself or his representatives.

XXI. Every man is bound to know all the laws; although it will take fifteen guineas to pur­chase them, and a professional education to under­stand them.

XXII. If a man is tried at the quarter sessions, for a petty assault, it will cost him more if he is acquitted than if he shall be convicted.

XXIII. If a man's wife is unfaithful to him, he cannot procure a divorce, unless he can afford to pay 3 or 400l.

XXIV. A man who cries up king and constitu­tion or church and state, or burns Tom Paine in effigy, may with impunity create as great riots as he pleases; but if a person attempts to shew, by cool reasoning, that there are faults in the constitu­tion, [Page 23] he shall be imprisoned for years, and put on the pillory.

XXV. Monopolies are established in favour of towns and rich trading companies, whereby all other persons are excluded from the natural right of exercising their labour to the best advantage.

XXVI. If a man has chosen the profession of a seaman, he may, at a minister's pleasure, be dragged from his home, his friends, his family and his country, and devoted to slavery during his life; and if he endeavours to regain his freedom, he shall be hanged.

XXVII. The law gives a man's eldest son all his estate, and leaves the rest of his children beggars.

XXVIII. If, by industry, I make my land worth ten times its former value, I must pay ten times as much as I did, to the priest.

XXIX. The king pays no costs.

XXX. The poor man is hanged for taking a loaf from a baker's shop to satisfy the cravings of nature—the baker who cheats a whole parish is fined a few shillings—and the great man, who plunders the nation of thousands, goes unpu­nished.

68. The following is the progressive state of the taxes of England, from the time of William the Conqueror, taken from Sir John Sinclair's History of the Revenue:—

Annual amount of taxes levied by William the Conqueror, be­ginning in the year 1066,£. 400,000
Annual amount,1166,200,000
Ditto,1266,150,000
Ditto,1366,130,000
Ditto,1466,100,000
Ditto,1566,500,000
Ditto,1666,1,800,000
Ditto,1791,17,000;000
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EPIGRAMS, &c.

69. On the present war.

A glorious war, John Bull, where the whole gain
Is grinning honour, for the thousands slain.
"'Tis false," say our allies, "for John shall get
"One hundred millions sterling—more in debt."

70. Epigram written by an Austrian after the affair of Lincelles.

With such example in our sight
How can we go astray;
The English teach us how to fight,
The Dutch to run away.

KINGS, WAR, PEACE, &c.

71. Kings' titles commonly begin by force,
Which time wears off and mellows into right;
And power, which in one age is tyranny,
Is soften'd in the next to true succession. DRYDEN.
72. From force the noblest title springs;
I hold by force which first made kings. SAME.
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73. O! the sweet charms of independant sway!
Princes whose will pretended law restrains.
Are only royal slaves, and rule in chains.
But he's a king who triumphs, free from law,
Like the fierce monarchs who the desert awe;
Who uncontrol'd range the wide mountain o'er,
And shake the forest with their dreadful roar;
Whose haughty nod the trembling herd obey,
Nor are they subjects only but their prey. BLACKMORE.
74. They err who count it glorious to subdue
Large countries, and in field great battles win;
Great cities by assault—what do these worthies,
But rob and spoil, burn, slaughter and enslave
Peaceable nations, neighb'ring or remote,
Made captive, yet deserving freedom more
Than those their conquerors, who leave behind
Nothing but ruin, wheresoe'er they rove,
And all the flourishing works of peace destroy;
Then swell with pride, and must be titled gods,
Great benefactors of mankind, deliverers;
Worship'd with temples, priests and sacrifice;
Till conqueror Death discovers them scarce men. MILTON.
75. Governments from heaven might first appear.
But governors came from the Lord knows where.* DEFOE'S JURE DIVINO.
76. I know no meaner, abject, monstrous thing,
Than an exalted devil, made a king. SAME.
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77. Perish those poets, and be damn'd the song,
Which with this nonsense charm'd the world so long—
That he who does no right, can do no wrong. SAME.
78. Divine commission knew no class of things;
Despotic governments are self-made things;
'Twas all usurp'd 'twas all tyrannic pow'r,
Which made great families the small devour:
The first wild huntsman beasts less wild pursued,
But quickly for a kingdom left the wood;
He formed the first banditti of the age,
And taught the men as well as beasts t' engage:
Thus captains they commenc'd, and then grew kings;
And tyrants in the consequence of things:
For lawless pow'r, by lawless pow'r they toil'd,
And mankind soon with mankind they embroil'd;
Till he grew king that first subdu'd the rest,
As he that robb'd the most could rule the best. SAME.
79. Unbounded power and height of greatness give
To kings that lustre which we think divine.
The wise who know them, know they are but men;
Nay, often weak ones too, the crowd, indeed,
Who kneel before the image, not the God,
Worship the deity their hands have made. ROWE.
80. He's in possession; so diseases are:
Should not a lingering fever be remov'd
Because it long has rag'd within my blood?
Do I rebel when I would thrust it out!
What! shall I think the world was made for one,
[Page 27]That men were born for kings, as beasts for men,
Not for protection, but to be devour'd?
Mark those that doat on arbitrary power,
And you shall find them either hot-brain'd youth
Or needy bankrupts, servile in their greatness
And slaves to some, to lord it o'er the rest.
O! baseness! to support a tyrant throne,
And crush your free-born brethren of the world. DRYDEN.
81. Who conquers wears by brutal strength the prize,
But 'tis a glorious work to civilize. TICKELL.
82. If the successful troubles of mankind,
With laurel crown'd, so great applause do find,
Shall the vex'd worldless honour yield to those
That stop their progress and their rage expose
Next to that power which does the ocean awe,
Is to set bounds and give to ambition law. WALLER.
83. O! stretch thy reign fair peace from shore to shore,
Till conquest cease, and slav'ry be no more:
Till the freed Indians, in their native groves,
Reap their own fruits, and woo their sable loves;
Peru once more a race of kings behold,
And other Mexicos be roof'd with gold.
Exil'd by thee from Earth to deepest Hell,
In brazen bonds shall barbarous Discord dwell;
Gigantic Pride, pale Terror, gloomy Care,
And mad Ambition shall attend her there:
There purple Vengeance, bath'd in gore, retires,
Her weapons blunted and extinct her fires;
Here hateful Envy her own snakes shall feel,
And Persecution mourn her broken wheel;
[Page 28]There Faction roars, Rebellion bites her chain,
And gasping furies thirst for blood in vain. POPE.
84. What have the people done, the sheep of princes,
That they should perish for the shepherds' fault?
They bring their yearly wool to clothe their own­ers,
And yet when beared themselves are cull'd for slaughter. DRYDEN.
85. Titles and right 's an empty, formal word,
And all the jus divinum's in the sword;
The crown's a hieroglyphic to the steel,
Subjects may think of that, but this they feel.
'Tis force supports the high tyrannic jest,
And men obey, because they can't resist;
So heav'n itself, as learned men have said,
Would have no subjects, if the devil were dead. JURE DIVINO.
86. They that resolve their liberty to lose,
Heav'n is too just that freedom to refuse;
But lets them have the slav'ry which they choose. SAME.

STATESMEN.

87. Statesmen are always sick of one disease,
And a good pension gives them present ease.
Good patriots at court abuses rail,
And all the nation's grievances bewail:
But when the sovereign balsam's once apply'd
The zealot never fails to change his side;
[Page 29]And when he must the golden key resign,
The railing spirit comes about again. TRUE BORN ENGLISHMAN.

LAW.

88. Law bears the name but money has the pow'r,
The cause is bad whene'er the client's poor:
Those strict liv'd men that seem above the world,
Are oft too modest to resist our gold.
So judgment, like our other wares, is sold:
And the grave Knight that nods upon the laws,
Wak'd by a fee, hems and approves the cause. DRYDEN.

PEDIGREE.

89. It was a question, whether he
Or's horse were of a family
More worshipful, till antiquaries
(After they had pour'd out almost their eyes)
Did very learnedly decide
The bus'ness on the horse's side;
And prov'd not only horse but cows,
Nay pigs, were of the elder house;
For beasts, when man was but a piece
Of earth himself, did th' earth possess. HUDIERAS.
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ODE to the DRUM.

I hate that drum's discordant sound,
Parading round, and round, and round;
To thoughtless youth it pleasure yields,
And lures from cities and from fields;
To sell their liberty for chains,
Of tawdry lace, and glitt'ring arms,
And when ambition's voice commands,
To march and fight, and fall in foreign lands.
I hate that drum's discordant sound,
Parading round, and round, and round;
To me it talks of ravag'd plains,
And burning towns and ruin'd swains,
And mangled limbs, and dying groans,
And widows' tears, and orphans' moans,
And all that misery's hand bestows,
To swell the catalogue of human woes▪
A TRIBUTE TO THE SWI …
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A TRIBUTE TO THE SWINISH MULTITUDE: BEING A CHOICE COLLECTION OF PATRIOTIC SONGS.

COLLECTED BY THE CELEBRATED R. THOMSON.

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TO THE PUBLIC, ALIAS THE "SWINISH MULTITUDE."

O YE factious, seditious, and discontented crew! will you never believe that you are happy, when no more than a bare belief is requisite to make you so?—Infatuated mortals! are you de­termined, like Lovegold, to "feel, feel, feel, and touch, touch, touch," before you will allow your happiness to be real? Dreadful obstinacy! how unacquainted are you with the wonder-working powers of imagination!—Can you not believe that your hunger and thirst are gratified, unless you eat and drink? Can you not believe that you are clothed and warm, unless you are covered from the inclemency of the season?—O what political unbelief is this?—To what then must your wise legislators have recourse? They have bawled to you till their lungs are jaded; they have written to you till words are exhausted, and ye still obstinately continue to be unhappy. What! will you not believe the King himself, and all the Royal Family? Not believe the Prime Minister, the Privy Council, and all the Bishops! the Judges, Counsellers, and Lawyers! the Borough-Mongers, the Placemen, and all the Pensioners! the Dukes and the Earls, and Marquisses, the Barons, the Knights, the Lords in Waiting of the Bed-chamber, of the Stole, and of the Golden Stick! the Commanders by Sea and Land; the Commissioners and Officers of all the Great [Page 34] Houses! the Magistrates and Justices, the Lord-Mayor of London, the Archbishop of Canterbury, and Mrs. Jordan, the Duke of Brunswick, the Duke of Richmond, and all the Vestrymen, and Parish Officers!!—Deluded multitude! here is a collection of the happiest creatures in the world, united together to persuade you that you are extremely happy, and yet you give no credit to what they may either say or swear! O shocking stupidity! they will then cure you of your Malady, by a different process; the Tower shall be fur­nished with solid argument, a Military system of Animal Magnetism shall be adopted—you shall be thrown into a Crisis, and kept there till you confess you are exceedingly happy!—Think, be­sotted creatures! how much money is now ex­pending to persuade you that you are happy! on Fortifications, on Proclamations, on Newspapers, at Taverns and Committees, as much as would liberate all the Insorvent Debtors in the four counties! Think, think, I say, and be persuaded you are happy, for you must pay all the Reck­oning!

Again, how will you be able to resist the irre­futable logic of Musqueiry and Artillery? or how will you be able to deny you are HAPPY, when the sword is pointed to your breast? recollect how successfully Mahomet argued this way, and be­lieve you are happy in this world, lest they silence your murmurs, by sending you into another, to search for happiness! but alas you are a banditti of incorrigible Heretics; I know you will not believe you are happy, although the Holiest Man in Canterbury were to declare it to you on his marrow-bones!

But let me, for a few moments, direct your attention to the great source of all your happiness, [Page 35] to the most glorious and happy Constitution!—Take a view of each well constructed system in each department of government; and you may be astonished at the scene thrown open before you! The whole is a Paradise of Delights!

Look into the STATE!—'Tis true it has corruptions and defects, as poor Edmund says, and you must peep at them with due caution—But see your Liberties defended, your property pro­tected, by men of the most unsullied virtue. The great Treasury of the Nation, which is accumulated from your hard labour and industry, is entrusted to integrity itself; and distributed with the most scrupulous exactness, on the pure principles of the RIGHTS OF MAN. The most favourite Persioners cannot finger a guinea till he has earnt it; nor has the most exalted man in office a single shilling more than his merit entitles him to. What is £.4000 per anmum to one great man, for introducing another great man to kiss a Third Great Man's Hand?—'tis cheap as dirt. Nay it is worth half the money to see them at work!—in time of war you pay double taxes, and is it not necessary the expences of war should be defrayed?—In time of peace you also pay double taxes, to defray the expences of Peace. Ye senseless idiots! These, and such like things, constitute the chief glory of the State!!

Look again into the Law; the scene still brighters before you! Englishmen! you have the cheapest market for Justice in the whole universe! how happily adjusted are the laws between debtor and creditor! no unnecessary delay attends the action; no anxiety of mind between the contend­ing parties; no neglect of business; so extrava­gant expences;—O! what a glorious purchase of parchment and stamps do you make here! with [Page 36] what composure do you look forward from term to term! in the hands of Mercy and Justice, what can you fear! nothing in the final decision of the court, to ruffle your spirits, or break the repose of your family! like fat oysters ye are gently opened and separated, that the happy stuff, which lies between, may be applied to enrich the glorious Constitution.

And now take a view of the Church! and see the angelical life of the Holy Priesthood; here is Paradise Regained!—by divine permission, here is heaven itself let down upon earth! an assemblage of all the graces and virtues which dignify and adorn human nature—how equally proportioned is the hire to the labourer! No lazy Bishops, no sinecure places, no dissipated Priests, no starving Curates—O no, no!—Justice, temperance, truth, and brotherly love, animate and pervade the whole; here is a scourge for the wickedness of men in high life, and a consolation for the miscries of the poor—here is religion taught by the best masters with able assistants, on the most reasonable terms! a little entrance money only is required; marrying, christening, confirming, visiting and burying, almost for an old song; and tithes exactly according to circumstances! Thrice happy and glorious Constitution!!! we are lost in the contemplation of thy manifold blessings.

Hear then, ye "SWINISH MULTI­TUDE!" the Statesmen at Whitehall, the Judges on the Bench, all the Parish Officers in the nation, their dependants and expectants, proclaim aloud that ye are HAPPY! and who so competent to judge of your happiness? Beware of that fatal error of judging for yourselves. What! think for yourselves! O let me intreat, nay let me insist upon it, that you never think of thinking [Page 37] for yourselves; for the more you think, the more you will differ from these wise and happy men in your way of thinking: Think also, how many mild, happy and glorious Constitutions have been ruined by men thinking for themselves! Let your betters, therefore, think for you; because it stands to reason, they must think best; and if the phantom should again seize your brain, and tempt you to conceive you are not happy, you must petition the happy Constitution to furnish you with some patent engines, pullies and screws, whereby you may at any time wind up your imagination to their pitch, dance to their music, and be as happy as themselves. ‘Crede quod habes, et habet,’ said Erasmus; with this word of advice I take my leave; without flattering you, courting your patronage, or saying a single word about the merit of the Songs.

R. THOMSON.
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A TRIBUTE, &c. A NEW SONG, To an old Tune—viz. "God save the king."

GOD save—"THE RIGHTS OF MAN!"
Give him a heart to scan
Blessings so dear!
Let them be spread around,
Wherever Man is found,
And with the welcome sound,
Ravish his ear!
See, from the universe,
Darkness and clouds disperse;
Mankind awake!
Reason and Truth appear,
Freedom advances near,
Monarchs with terror hear—
See how they quake.
Sore have we felt the stroke;
Long have we borne the yoke;
Sluggish and tame:
But now the Lion roars,
And a loud note he pours;
Spreading from distant shores,
LIBERTY'S flame!
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Let us with France agree,
And bid the WORLD BE FREE—
Leading the way.
Let Tyrants all conspire;
Fearless of sword and fire,
FREEDOM shall ne'er retire,
FREEDOM shall sway!
Godlike, and great the strife,
Life will indeed be life,
When we prevail:
Death in so just a cause,
Crowns us with loud applause,
And from tyrannic laws,
Bids us—ALL HAIL!
O'er the Germanic pow'rs,
Big indignation low'rs,
Ready to fall!*
Let the rude savage host,
In their long numbers boast,
Freedom's almighty trust,
Laughs at them all.
FAME! Let thy trumpet sound,
Tell all the world around,
Tell each degree!
Tell Ribands, Crowns, and Stars,
Kings, Traitors, Troops and Wars,
Plans, Councils, Plots and Jars,
FRENCHMEN are FREE!!
God save—"THE RIGHTS OF MAN!"
Give him a heart to scan
Blessings so dear!
Let them be spread around,
Wherever Man is found,
And with a welcome sound
Ravish his ear!
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SONG. BURKE's ADDRESS TO THE "SWINISH MULTITUDE."
Tune "Derrydown, down," &c.

YE vile SWINISH herd, in the sty of taxation,
What would ye be after—disturbing the nation?
Give over your grunting—be off—to your sty!
Nor dare to look out, if a King passes by.
Get ye down, down—down, keep ye down!
Do you know what a king is? By Patrick I'll tell ye;
He has power in his pocket to buy you and sell you;
To make you his soldiers, or keep you at work;
To hang you, and cure you, for ham or salt pork!
Get ye down!
Do you think that a KING is no more than a man?
Ye brutish, ye swinish, irrational clan!
I swear by his office, his right is divine,
To flog you, and feed you, and treat you like swine!
Get ye down!
To be sure, I have said—but I spoke it abrupt—
That "the state is defective, and also corrupt:"
Yet, remember I told you with caution to peep,
For swine at a distance we prudently keep—
Get ye down!
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Now the church and that state, to keep each other warm,
Are married together. And where is the harm?
How healthy and wealthy are husband and wife!
But swine are excluded the conjugal life—
Get ye down!
The state, it is true, has grown fat upon SWINE,
The church's weak stomach on TYTHE-PIG can dine;
But neither you know, as they roast by the fire,
Have a right to find fault with the cooks, or enquire,
Get ye down!
"What use do we make of your money?" you say;
Why, the first law of nature:—We take our own pay
And next on our friends a few pensions bestow,
And to you we apply when our treasure runs low.
Get ye down!
Consider our boroughs, ye grumbling swine!
At corruption and taxes, and never repine:
If we only proclaim, "YE ARE HAPPY!" —They say,
"We ARE happy!"—Believe and be happy as they!
Get ye down!
What know ye of Commons, of Kings, or of Lords,
But what the dim light of Taxation affords?
Be contented with that, and no more of your rout:
Or a now proclamation shall muzzle your spout!
Get ye down!
And now for the SUN—or the LIGHT of the Day:
"It doth not belong to a PITT," you will say—
I tell you be silent and hush all your jars,
Or he'll charge you a farthing a piece for the Stars.
Get ye down!
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Here's myself, and his darkness, and Harry Dund-ass;
Scotch, English and Irish, with fronts made of brass;
A cord plated three-fold will stand a good pull,
Against Sawney, and Patrick and old Johnny Bull!
Get ye down!
To conclude, then, no more about Man and his Rights,
Tom Paine, and a rabble of Liberty-lights;
That you are but our "SWINE," if ye ever forget,
We'll throw you alive to the HORRIBLE PITT!
Get ye down, down—down, keep ye down!

SONG. [PART SECOND] The "SWINISH MULTITUDE's" REPLY TO BURKE's ADDRESS.

APOSTATE! give over your eloquence pray!
No more on the subject of Monarchy say;
Exalted in office, and fed by the Swine—
If we should desert you, you'll catch a decline.
Tumble down, down—down, come ye down!
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But we cannot well brook to be called the Swine,
Let Man have his Rights, and the epithet's thine;
Apostate thou art—and allur'd by the hire,
Return like a sow that was wash'd—to the mire.
Tumble down, &c.
Our thanks we return—you may think it a joke,
For the blessed enquiry your writings provoke;
We thank you for thwarting your own bad design;
The bacon and pork are restor'd to the swine.
Tumble down, &c.
No longer, like asses we tamely submit,
And tremble like fiends at the mouth of a Pit;—
You are but our servants, our delegate powers,
If we speak but the word, you must fade, and like flow'rs,
Tumble down, &c.
Too long, it is true, we resembled the swine,
And stood in the market all passive as kine;
But no longer the grunting of swine ye shall hear,
The voice of the Lion, now pierces your ear.
Tumble down, &c.
Apostate beware, and with caution advance;
The ground you are treading is fertile as France;
If you once overheat and inflame the Old Bull,
He'll toss the rich dogs from their soft packs of wool.
Tumble down, &c.
No longer, oppressor, insult the opprest;
Our grievances may and they shall be redrest;
In the fable your picture—behold in that glass—
"The Lion was rous'd by the heel of an ass!"
Tumble down, &c.
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If the best Constitution that ever was known;
And the best of all monarchs is now on the throne;
If his peers, and his statesmen, and laws are the best,
They can be no worse—to be brought to the test.
Tumble down, &c.
No longer thou sophist, attempt to deceive,
To plunder, and blind us, and laugh in your sleeve;
Apostate, thy payment, for pimping—depends
On those you're insulting—and with them it ends.
Tumble down, &c.
The faults of the people you freely make known;
Whilst the mantle of charity covers the throne;
But in France 'tis a doctrine the people know well,
That kings are as apt, as the mob, to rebel—
And come down, &c.
Proclamations we dread not—but rather desire,
They say to the sleepers— "Arise and Enquire!"
For the good of the nation no more do we seek,
Than a New Proclamation, at least once a week.
Tumble down, &c.
The pow'r of enquiry no despot can bind,
For millions already have freedom of mind;
Let Reason be heard, and let Reason go round,
And soo on the globe not a tyrant is found.
Tumbled down, down—down, tumbled down!
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SONG. SCOTCH NICK; OR OLD HARRY's PLAIN CONFESSION.
Tune—"Vauxhall Watch."

FAREWELL to Scotland's barren ground;
A better country I have found,
Where wealth and customers abound,
For "Wha wants me?"
Was ever such a lucky Scot!
So snug a birth—so rich a lot!
I'll fell the good things I have got,
Crying, "Wha wants me?"
No guilty thoughts disturb my mind,
I left my conscience safe behind!
And all my happiness I find,
In "Wha wants me?"
You envious Scotchmen all, behold!
You say I have my country sold;
Then see what heaps of shining gold,
For, "Wha wants me?"
The Test Act might have been repeal'd,
And all your wide divisions heal'd,
Had you but properly appeal'd
To "Wha wants me?"
To any measure I'll agree—
Let tyrants rule, or men be free;
Let this my happy freedom be,
Crying, "Wha wants me?"
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If Paine were chose to rule the land,
And he should take me by the hand;
I would submit to his command,
Crying, "Wha wants me?"
Then once for all, I let you know,
Let kings or people rule below;
If I'm in office, round I'll go,
Crying, "Wha wants me?"

SONG
Tune—"Sweet Willy O!"

THE pride of the nation is Sweet Willy O!
The pride of the nation is Sweet Willy O!
The people around
His virtue resound,
So great is the fame of the Sweet Willy O!
He would be a statesman, the deep Willy O!
He would be a statesman, the deep Willy O!
From our low abyss
To raise us to bliss,
Was the ambition of Sweet Willy O!
The king is delighted with Sweet Willy O!
The king is delighted with Sweet Willy O!
His WISHES to crown
He taxes us down,
G. R. is before us wherever we go!
The poor are enraptur'd with dear Billy O!
The poor are enraptur'd with dear Billy O!
[Page 48]If taxes are high,
And burden'd they cry,
They find their relief in the PIT—Billy O!
How free are the stars! O the kind Billy O!
Yet how tempting the sight to a PIT—Billy O!
Tho' great the amount,
He takes no account,
Because computation would puzzle him so!
The SUN is shut up in a PIT—Billy O!
The Ruler of Day in a PIT—Billy O!
To buy Light and Air,
To the PIT we repair,
Our blessings are all in the PIT—Billy O!
Long life, light, and health to the Sweet Billy O!
Thy foes let a darkness surround Billy O!
How should we get bread,
If Willy was dead!
Taxation would fall in thy PIT—Billy O!
To see him interr'd in the PIT—Willy O!
To see him interr'd in the PIT—Willy O!
How would your thoughts run
Upon the free SUN!
When darkness encloses the PIT, BILLY O!
The staircase as dark as the Pit—Willy O!
Where scarce the right step we can hit, Billy O!
Once more the broad day
Would clearly display,
And chase thy black relic away, Billy O!
An end to our darkness and Pit—Billy O!
Our sun will arise when you set, Billy O!
The houses long blind,
Their eyes would soon find,
And shed a sweet tear on thy Pit, Billy O!
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SONG FRENCH LIBERTY.
Tune "In the Garb of old Gaul."

WHEN first the great Senate of Frenchmen agreed,
From Corruption and Bondage—to die or be freed—
By troops all surrounded—defenceless—unarm'd,
Compos'd and collected, they sat unalarm'd!
CHORUS.
Such was their love of Liberty—their ardour to be free,
And with the Gallic Heroes, let surrounding pow'rs agree,
The tidings roll
From pole to pole,
Till Freedom crowns the day,
And round the Globe to all the race,
Her banners display—
Undaunted and firm as the Senate of Rome,
Unappall'd in their councils—before them their doom—
"We'll die or be free!"—to the people they cry!
"We'll die or be free!"—Hark the people reply!
Such was their love for Liberty, &c.
Majestic they rose in a warlike array,
And drove from their stations the tyrants away;
The heads of the nation, confounded to see—
Surrender'd, and glad to surrender or flee.
Such was their love of Liberty, &c
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In vain all the crowns 'gainst the people combine,
The whole human race are now forming the line,
While Frenchmen the first in the field lead the way,
And call to the nations around, "Come away!"
Such is their love of Liberty, &c.
In battle triumphant see Freedom appear!
Over heaps of the dead—rushing on with the spear!
Inspired with ambition a country to save,
And give the invaders a part of their grave.
Such was their love of Liberty, &c.
Exulting the news! let the trumpet of Fame,
Aloud to the Slave, and the Despot proclaim;
They boasted to slaughter, to waste, and reduce;
But soon Gallic power made them sue for a truce.
Such was their love of Liberty, &c.
Unshaken and firm—let the Despots unite,
Let the Statesmen and Placemen get hirelings to write,
While armies from conquest to conquest pursue,
THE CAUSE OF THE PEOPLE shall flourish anew!
Such is their love of Liberty, &c.
Great Heroes of Freedom; when ages are gone,
When Kings are forgotten, and Tyrants unknown,
Your fame will be echo'd from shore unto shore,
Till Nations, and People, and Time are no more.
CHORUS
Such is our love of Liberty—our ardour to be free,
And with the Gallic Heroes let surrounding pow'rs agree;
The tidings roll,
From pole to pole,
Till freedom crowns the day;
And round the Globe, to all the race
Her banners display!—
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SONG. BURKE's LAMENTATION FOR THE LOST AGE OF CHIVALRY.

THE KEY.

SURELY (says he, speaking of the last Queen of France) never LIGHTED ON THIS ORB, which she hardly seemed to TOUCH, a more delightful VISION! I saw her JUST ABOVE THE HORISON, decorating and chearing the elevated sphere she just began to move in—glittering like the MORNING STAR! full of life and splendor, and joy. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge (What!) even a LOOK that threatened her with an insult!!!—But the Age of Chivalry is gone! The GLORY of Europe is extinguished forever!!!

— BURKE on the French Revolution, page 112.

SURELY, Reader, if you possess one grain of common sense, you will say that either this passage is not quoted from BURKE'S celebrated Defence of Royalty, or that the author took leave of his senses when he wrote it.—I have looked into his book three times, that I might not mistake, and I am willing to make affidavit before our sovereign lord the king, that you may find it in page 112.

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PLAINTIVE.

I SAW, but O I surely dream'd!
A vision dropt from heaven (it seem'd);
The world a brighter lustre wore,
Than ever Man beheld before.
Philosophers could not declare
Which power did most attraction share;
If to the vision, earth arose,
Or she descended—no one knows.
I saw the angel skip around,
Her heavenly feet scarce touch'd the ground;
She lighted on a splendid throne,
The glory then of Europe shone.
Ten thousand Dons and Cavaliers
Around her stood with swords and spears,
To be her slaves was all they sought,
Thus was "the grace of life unbought."
Methought—O! how my brains must reel!
Ten thousand swords of magic steel,
Would leap their scabbards to chastise
Those who had not elastic eyes!
But, O! how Time's revolving glass
Brings unexpected things to pass!
The Queen is driven from her throne,
The Age of Chivalry is gone!
Where are the Quixottes now, and where
The Sanchos to defend the fair?—
The Dulcinea's left to moan
—The Age of Chivalry is gone!
Fly, Quixotte, thro' the air, like wind,
And Sancho, too, get up behind!
Alas! no Sancho here, nor Don,
—The Age of Chivalry is gone!
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O peerless Queen! thou art bereft
Of all thy friends, and with me left;
With WOEFUL FACES thus we moan,
—The Age of Chivalry is gone.
Enchanters! O restore the knights,
That can so well assert her rights!
Alas! Enchanters are unknown!
—The Age of Chivalry is gone!
Ten thousand swords why do ye sleep?
Your drousy scabbards quickly leap;
The crew with insult all look on,
—The Age of Chivalry is gone!
Come kingly butchers, then, advance,
And desolate the plains of France;
Alas! ye move but slowly on!
—The Age of Chivalry is gone!
Then bring my Rosinante, that I
My prowess in the field may try;
It would reward my toil and pain,
Could I restore the AGE again.
But, ah!—No more—I will not go,
REASON appears my potent foe;
'Tis reason keeps her from the throne,
—The Age of Chivalry is gone!
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SONG.
Tune "Ye Gods, ye gave to me a Wife."

OUR fathers left a race of Kings,
And we were glad to find them;
O how we lov'd the pretty things!
And laugh'd and ran behind them.
We laid our necks beneath their feet,
So humble and so lowly;
And they rode over us as was meet,
Still pleas'd to see our folly.
But warmly now our hearts incline,
To rule the land without them;
The MOULDY PARCHMENTS we resign,
And from the globe we'll rout 'em.

SONG.
Tune "Chevy Chace."

THEY prosper best who have no king,
To rob them and enthral;
Then let our acclamations ring,
At every tyrant's fall.
To drive the despots from their throne,
And statesmen from their place:
A woeful fighting is begun,
Among the human race.
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Now Edmund Burke, a rueful knight,
(Whose tender heart did ach,
To see the people gain their RIGHT)
A solemn vow did make,
That paper—pen—and eke ink-horn,
Should put them to the rout;
The child shall bless that is unborn,
The writings he sent out.*
His thoughts with phrase theatric clad,
Were strong to melt the ear;
And metaphoric speech he had
To make his subject clear.
With LOYALTY his bosom glow'd,
And as he lov'd the gold;
A little pension was bestow'd,
To make him fight more bold.
The rules of errantry he knew,
And did to France repair;
To bid his peerless Queen, adieu!
And thus address'd the fair:
"Delightful vision! it is meet,
"Thy blessing ere I go!
"I'll soon return, and at thy feet,
"Lay all my conquests low."
She smil'd—When turning quickly round,
He vanish'd from her sight;
And like a hero took his ground,
Already for the fight—
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These tidings came to Thomas Paine,
A man of courage bold;
Who could the "Rights of Man" explain,
And king-craft too unfold.
With heart and head both sound and clear,
The cause he undertook;
And now in battle both appear,
And Book appears to Book.
Loud vaunted Edmund in the field,
Like Quixotte 'mongst the sheep;
Who thought with such a sword and shield
To end them at a sweep!
The valour of Sir Knight was great,
For in his rear we find;
To cover, if he should retreat,
Were but a FEW inclin'd.
While Paine (the foe of kings) appears
Majestic on the plain;
The shout of ALL THE WORLD he hears,
And sees them in his train!
With courage did the Knight advance,
Discerning not his foe;
He challeng'd all the Knights of France,
And aim'd the dreadful blow!
He gave them warning to retreat,
And wonder'd at their stay;
He little thought so soon to meet
Obstruction in his way!
A thousand paces back he ran,
At sight of warlike PAINE;
And soon were seen THE RIGHTS OF MAN,
Triumphant on the plain!
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Base-born plebeian, said the Knight;
As he retir'd with speed;
It is not lawful we should fight,
With men of vulgar breed—
So saving, and all out of breath,
Quick out of sight he steals;
And thought each moment cruel death
Would seize his heavy heels.
These tidings came to George our king,
In Windsor where he lay—
What! what! what news, news! do you [...]
Has Edmund lost the day?
O heavy, heavy, news, he said!
England can witness be,
There's none can give a Monarch aid,
Of such account as he.
The Courts in black may all be hung,
If they pursue the fight;
Our passing bell will soon be rung,
If men obtain their right.
The victory was soon proclaim'd,
And eke the monarch's dread;
Forbidding books all left unnam'd,
Even to be sold or read.
At which the Presses aiming well,
Full charg'd, they all let fly;
Enough was found the books to sell,
Enough the books to buy.
And now the people all rejoice,
Such tidings heard they never;
They cry aloud with chearful voice,
THE RIGHTS OF MAN FOREVER!!!
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SONG. PAINE's WELCOME TO GREAT-BRITAIN.
Tune, "He comes, he comes."

HE comes—the GREAT REFORMER comes,
Cease, cease your trumpets, cease, cease, your drums;
Those warlike sounds offend the ear,
PEACE and FRIENDSHIP now appear,
Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome,
Welcome, thou Reformer here.
Prepare, prepare, your songs prepare,
Freedom cheers the brow of care;
The joyful tidings, spread around,
Monarchs tremble at the sound!
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
RIGHTS OF MAN, AND PAINE RE­SOUND.
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SONG.
Tune, "Highland Laddie."

PROUD Monarchs rais'd to wear a crow,
Forget the power by which they hold it▪
They tread the passive subject down,
And thirst for vengeance when they're told it.
CHORUS.
But, no more with blind submission—
We'll read them o'er a new commission,
The People's voice
Shall be their choice,
And tread beneath their feet—oppression.
And men forget that kings of old,
Depending on their free election,
Durst at their peril be so bold,
To rule but as they had direction.
But, no more, &c.
Or, if the king a SOT betrays,
Or, if humane his disposition:
Some minister assumes and sways,
And robs to feed his own ambition.
But, no more, &c.
Thus kings and ministers succeed,
In either still the tyrant reigning;
They suck the poor, and as they feed,
Forbid the sufferers' complaining.
CHORUS.
But, no more with blind submission;
We'll read them o'er a new commission—
The people's voice
Shall be their choice,
And tread beneath their feel—oppression.
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SONG. WHITEHALL ALARMED! AND A COUNCIL CALLED!!!
Tune, "Let us prepare, &c."

COME let us prepare,
We statesmen that are,
Assembled on this dread occasion;
Let the engines of state,
Before 'tis too late,
Repel the surrounding invasion.
While people were fools,
We made them our tools,
Our virtue was never suspected;
But now they arise,
And open their eyes!
And all our designs are detected.
'Tis not the mere crew,
We have to subdue,
Nor armies nor fleets can assist us:
'Tis REASON alone,
Besieges the throne,
And REASON is strong to resist us.
Nor can we by force,
Now alter the course,
INQUIRY and REASON are taking:
By land and at sea,
They cry, TO BE FREE!
The POWERS of the world are shaking.
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How proudly in France,
Doth Reason advance,
All nations behold it with wonder;
The state and the church
Are left in the LURCH,
And the partnership broken asunder.
Then while we deplore
The traffic no more!
The priests and their shops all forsaken,
Lest our holy ware,
A like fate should share,
Let speedy precautions be taken.
The boroughs in vain
Endeavour'd to gain,
Even thanks to the king for his kindness;
The people too wise.
Saw through the disguise,
And call'd it Corruption and Blindness.
No thanks could be due;
The people well knew,
To be told they are HAPPY, if not so;
For quickly they found,
In chains they were bound,
And also could see how they got so.
Then what now remains,
To lock them in chains,
To lead them on tamely in fetters,
How great is the loss!
Its almost a toss
Whether they'll submit to their betters.
To darken the mind,
Let the press be confin'd,
A LAW against reading and speaking:
Such bondage might pass
Among the low class,
And let it be call'd their own seeking.
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And next to secure
Your LOYALTY sure,
Let THINKING be deemed high-treson
For still after all,
Our system must fall,
Unless we are LORDS of their REASON.

SONG. FRANCE's LAMENTATION ON THE APPROACH OF THE DUKE OF BRUNSWICK.
Tune, "Malbrook."

BREAK out in lamentation,
O Frenchmen for your nation,
A dreadful devastation,
Is now upon the road;
Alas! we may deplore,
Our Freedom soon no more!
The mighty combination,
Begins the desolation,
A frightful declaration,
The Duke has sent abroad.
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He'll from his presence spurn us,
Or unto Louis turn us,
Or else he'll cut and burn us,
If we refuse his sway;
O! how we quake with fear!
The Duke approaches near!
He thunders and he flashes!
Our castles down he dashes!
And lays our towns in ashes!
As they obstruct his way.
Now on full march to Paris,
O how report does scare us!
They say he will not spare us,
Nor age, nor sex, nor size;
A foe so strong, so nigh,
We cannot fight nor fly,
Alas, we need not strive—O!
We never can survive—O!
They'll eat us up alive—O!
Or make us into pies.
Still nearer see him bearing!
His very lodgings airing,
The cooks are all preparing,
The splendid kingly feasts—
Lo now they seize the glass,
"Vive le Roi," they pass!
The queen no more deploring—
The court again restoring—
The people running roaring,
Are hunted down like beasts!

Did not report almost say as much? did not tyrants desire it? and did not the ignorant dread it?

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[PART SECOND.] DUKE BOBADIL's RETREAT.

WHAT meant our consternation?
'Twas all imagination,
'Twas for his recreation,
The Duke came into France;
He thought we were asleep,
And took a harmless peep;
But when he saw our forces,
Our cannon, foot and horses,
Our stores and wide resources,
He trembled to advance.
Thornville he surrounded,
But how was he confounded
And his proud feelings wounded,
The WOODEN HORSE to see!
His mouth was full of hay,
And to the Duke did say,
"You proud ambitious sinner,
"You never shall come in here,
"Till I eat up my dinner;
"So take yourself away."
But O! the manifesto,
Affords a pretty jest, O;
Just like the Juggler's presto,
It rais'd a short surprise;
Alas! duke Brobdignag,
Where is your empty bag,
Your military swaggers,
Your swords, and fires, and daggers?
Ye crew of silly beggars,
Go home and slaughter [...].
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Now see the Duke retreating,
His pulse quick time in beating,
No thought he has of eating,
Or drinking, at Parie;
The sumptuous feast is done,
The court broke up and gone!
And Bobadil returning,
Chop-fall'n and in mourning,
With shame and anger burning,
Nor eat, nor fight could he!
Alas! in deep dejection,
He takes a new direction,
His heels are his protection,
And eke the Berlin train
And all the EMIGRANTS,
And Princes, Cowards and Cants,
Have chang'd the war to races,
With wry and ghastly faces,
Pursue the wild-goose chases,
With hunger, shame and pain.
Now France with freedom ringing,
And songs of triumph singing,
The tyrants noses ringing,
All in a doleful plight;
The RIGHTS OF MAN and France!
And Bobadil's dear dance!!
When he turn'd out his best toes,
And ceased his Manifestoes,
No longer to molest us,
He sav'd himself by flight.
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SONG
Tune, "Hearts of Oak."

YE Britons no longer inactive remain,
Attend to the dictates of Reason and Paine;
'Tis to Freedom they call you, no longer delay,
Your rights are at stake—and are lost it you stay.
CHORUS.
Hark! the trumpet of Fame bids you rouse and oppose,
The tyrants unfiting
Whilst Frenchmen are fighting,
And Freedom inviting—to conquer your foes.
Shall men as the heads of the nation preside,
Who cannot the test of inquiry abide?
Let them boast of their virtues and plead for the state,
So felons remonstrate, in view of their fate.
Hark, the trumpet of Fame, &c.
They flatter and fawn, and their friendship express,
To blind, while they plunder, and roll in excess;
And a pension bestow, for the Praises of those,
Who would, if not brib'd, their corruptions expose.
Hark, the trumpet of Fame, &c.
While Apostates and Tyrants so boldly agree,
Let the powers of our reason, enlighten'd and free,
Unappall'd at their frowns—with the object in view,
Thro' all its dark turnings, oppression pursue.
CHORUS
Hark, the trumpet of Fame, bids you rouse and oppose,
The tyrants uniting,
While Frenchmen are fighting,
And Freedom inviting—to conquer your foes.
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SONG. THE RIGHTS OF MAN. BY HIS LORDSHIP.

THE Rights of Man I will maintain,
Upon the old foundation;
And those who venture to complain,
Shall hear a proclamation.
CHORUS.
For kings and lords, the Rights of Man
Were first of all intended;
And since the reign of kings began,
The Rights of Man are ended.
Now take me right, as we proceed,
'Tis needful I should mention,
I am a son of noble breed,
And hold a little pension.
For kings and lords, &c.
Kings have a right divine to be
Your Lords, and Gods, and masters;
And commons, peers, and priests agree,
To laugh at your disasters.
For kings and lords, &c.
You have a right to all the toil,
And while it ne'er relaxes,
We eat the dainties of the soil,
And feed you well with taxes.
For kings and lords, &c.
You have a right to chain your tongue,
When sore you feel oppression;
Nor check nor call our measures wrong,
So wide is our commission.
For kings and lords, &c.
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You have a right to live and breathe,
And answer your creation;
But mark—your fathers did bequeath,
To us—to rule the nation.
For kings and lords, &c.
You have a right to wear your rags,
And pay your debts in limbo,
While we, like Judas, keep your bags,
And boldly after him go.
For kings and lords, &c.
In fine, the nation is our own;
And let me further tell you,
The powerful right is in the throne,
By which we buy and sell you.
CHORUS.
For kings and lords, the Rights of Man
Were first of all intended;
And since the reign of kings began,
The Rights of Man are ended.

SONG. The MARSEILLES MARCH. SUNG by the MARSEILLOIS going to BATTLE, BY GENERAL KELLELMAN'S ARMY, AND AT THE DIFFERENT THEATRES IN PARIS

YE sons of France, awake to glory,
Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise!
Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary,
Behold their tears, and hear their cries!
[Page 69]Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding,
With hireling hosts, a ruffian band,
Affright and desolate the land,
While Peace and Liberty lie bleeding!
CHORUS.
To arms, to arms, ye brave!
Th' avenging sword unsheath,
March on, march on, all hearts resolv'd
On victory or death!
Now, now the dang'rous storm is rolling,
Which treach'rous kings, confederate, raise;
The dogs of war let loose are howling,
And lo! our fields and cities blaze;
And shall we basely view the ruin,
While lawless force, with guilty stride,
Spreads desolation far and wide,
With crimes and blood his hands embruing?
To arms, ye brave, &c.
With luxury and pride surrounded,
The vile insatiate despots dare,
Their thirst of power and gold unbounded,
To mete and vend the light and air;
Like beasts of burden would they load us,
Like gods, would bid their slaves adore;
But man is man—and who is more?
—Then shall I they longer lash and goad us?
To arms, ye brave, &c.
O Liberty! can man resign thee,
Once having felt thy gen'rous flame?
Can dungeons, bolts, and bars confine thee,
Or whips thy noble spirit tame?
Too long the world has wept, bewailing
That falsehood's dagger tyrants wield;
But freedom is our sword and shield,
And all their arts are unavailing.
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CHORUS.
To arms, to arms, ye brave!
Th' avenging sword unsheath,
March on, march on, all hearts resolv'd
On victory or death!

SONG. SUNG BY MR. DIGNUM, AT THE Anniversary of the Revolution of 1688. Held at the London Tavern, Nov. 1792.
Tune, "The tear that bedews sensibility's shrine."

UNFOLD, Father Time, thy long records unfold,
Of noble atchievements, accomplish'd of old;
When men, by the standard of Liberty led,
Undauntedly conquer'd, or chearfully bled:
But now 'midst the triumphs these moments reveal,
Their glories all fade, and their lustre turns pale:
While France rises up, and proclaims the decree,
That tears off their chains, and bids millions be free.
As spring to the fields, or as dew to the flowers.
To the earth parch'd with heat, as the soft dropping showers,
As health to the wretch that lies languid and wan,
Or rest to the weary—is Freedom to man!
Where Freedom the light of her countenance gives,
There only he triumphs, there on [...]y he [...]ives;
Then seize the glad moment, and hail the decree,
That tears off their chains, and bids millions be free.
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Too long had oppression and terror entwin'd,
Those tyrant-form'd chains that enslav'd the free mind;
While dark superstition and nature at strife,
For ages had lock'd up the fountain of life:
But the daemon is fled, the delusion is past,
And reason and virtue have triumph'd at last;
Then seize the glad moment, and hail the decree,
That tears off their chains and bids millions be free.
France, we share in the rapture thy bosom that fills,
While the Genius of Liberty bounds o'er thine hills:
Redundant henceforth may thy purple juice flow,
Prouder wave thy green woods, and thine olive trees grow!
While the hand of philosophy long shall entwine,
Blest emblem, the laurel, the myrtle and vine;
And heav'n thro' all ages confirms the decree,
That tears off their chains and bids millions be free

A NEW SONG. By T. PAINE, Author of the Rights of Man, &c. THE GREAT REPUBLIC; Or, The Land of Love and Liberty.
Tune, "Rule Britannia."

HAIL! Great Republic of the world,
The rising empire of the West;
[Page 72]Where fam'd▪ Columbus, with a mighty mind inspir'd,
Gave tortur'd Europe scenes of rest.
Be thou for ever, for ever great and free,
The Land of Love and Liberty.
Beneath thy spreading mantling vine,
Beside thy flow'ry groves and springs;
And on thy lofty, thy lofty mountains' brow,
May all thy sons and fair ones sing.
Chorus, &c.
From thee may rudest nations learn,
To prize the cause thy sons began;
From thee may future, may future tyrants know,
That sacred are the Rights of Man.
Chorus, &c.
From thee may hated discord fly,
With all her dark, her gloomy train;
And o'er thy fertile, thy fertile wide domain,
May everlasting friendship reign.
Chorus, &c.
Of thee may lisping infancy,
The pleasing wond'rous story tell;
And patriot sages in venerable mood,
Instruct the world to govern well.
Chorus, &c.
Ye guardian Angels watch around,
From harms protect the new born State;
And all ye friendly, ye friendly nations join,
And thus salute the Child of Fate.
Be thou for ever, for ever great and free
The Land of Love and Liberty.
FINIS.

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