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But we hear the French Directors
Have thought the point fo knotty,
That the Dey having shown
He diflikes Jean Bon,

They 'll fend him Bernadotte.

On recurring to the French papers to verify our corpondent's statement of this fingular adventure of Jean n St. André, we discovered, to our great mortification, t it happened at Algiers, and not at Tunis. We should ve corrected this mistake, but for two reafons; first, that giers would not stand in the verse; and fecondly, that we informed by the young man who conducts the geogracal department of a morning paper, that both the towns in Africa, or Afia (he is not quite certain which); and, at is more to the purpose, that both are peopled by Moors. anis, therefore, may do.

BONAPARTE TO THE FOUR ELEMENTS,
Sends Greeting, Health and Fraternity.
[From the Oracle.]

WHEREAS the Moft High, the Moft Mighty, Most Puiffant, Moft Illuftrious, the DIRECTORY of e Great Nation! have fent the CONQUEROR of FALY-the ALEXANDER of the EIGHTEENTH CENURY, to fhave the descendants of the Prophet, and lige them to wear cocked hats inftead of turbans; ad alfo to cultivate tea, coffee, cocoa, chocolate, rdamums, apple-trees, and pimentos: I command d enjoin you all, by the authority aforesaid, to affift the execution of this great defign, by fuiting your perations to my convenience.

In the first place I infift that there fhall be no agues; and, in the fecond place, that the Defert oot forth, without lofs of time, into flowers of every

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defcription-rofes! hyacinths! pinks! poppies! cowflips! and cauliflowers! In the third, I infift upon having all the dried wells filled with water! And in the fourth, that the air and winds be regulated by my courses! Let the monfoons everlastingly blow my way, be it which way it will. Whereof fail not, for fear of my difpleasure.

(Signed)

BONAPARTE.

N. B. Obferve, 1 infift upon having a full moon once a week, or oftener, if I fhould find occation for it.

THE DEATHS OF BONAPARTE,
[From the Morning Poft.]

IN a bloody engagement, which turned the Levant into the Red Sea, BONAPARTE received five mortal wounds, and just lived to furrender his fword to Admiral NELSON.

In afcending the Nile, chin deep in water, BONAPARTE perished of thirst!

Before he arrived at Cairo, a million of Arabs surrounded him, and cut him into half a million of pieces.

Soon after he left Cairo, a hot wind met him full in the teeth, by which he was fuffocated.

Paffing over the Defert to Suez, a burning mountain of red-hot fand was raised by a whirlwind, and buried him five thoufand fathom deep.

Juft before he reached Suez, he and his whole army perished by famine.

At Suez the army fell ill of the plague, and BONAPARTE died the laft man of them.

After they were embarked at Suez, the army mutinied, and cut off BONAPARTE's head, fending it to the Beys of Egypt as a peace-offering, to allow them to return to France.

BONAPARTE

BONAPARTE REDIVIVUS *.

[From the Meteors..]

LOOD courteous reader, I am fure the name
Of Bonaparte muft have reach'd thine ear:

ut, left thou be deceived in his fame,
E'en from my Muse his glories fhalt thou hear.
and first, this Hero, like to other men,
Has capabilities to eat and drink :
n ftature, he is five feet nine or ten,
A goodly fize, as many ladies think.
year or two ago his face was pale,
But now, they fay, it is a dingy brown;
And thence at Paris fprung an idle tale,
They faid, 't was Gen'ral Touffaint come to town.
n fcience he is deep-his rapid pen

At once describes a vict'ry and a buft;
And fighting in a swamp and marshy fen,
He tells how many thousands bit the duft.
His travelling has of courfe begot a skill
In lands and foils; but this I will advance,
That let his knowledge be whate'er it will,

He knows the diff'rence 'twixt Cayenne and France.
But we must trace the hift'ry of his life;

Obferve how, inch by inch, his greatnefs grew;
At ten years old we find him deep in ftrife,
Vowing in a balloon to take a view.

There firft his mighty genius was unfurl'd;
(Admire his wife forefight and prudence true ;)
He wifh'd to fee the huge unwieldy world
His infant ardour panted to fubdue.

Light o'er his head his youthful hours roll-
He haftes to Genoa-what do we behold?
The Hero afking,
"What's o'clock?" no foul
The Hero can refolve-each watch is fold.

*These verses upon this renowned Chief were written before he had affumed the new part which he is now playing in the political drama of the French Revolution.

On

On ev'ry fide the dreadful clamours rife ;
"No watches, fhirts, or fhoes do we poffefs;
Nor thee nor the Directory we prize,

Unless ye fave us from our fad distress."
"Courage, my lads! allons! fee yonder plains
And armies, given us by Fate's decree!
The Auftrian spoils fhall well reward your pains,
Watches enough, and Wurmfer's watch for me."
Soon Ca Ira and civic hymns refound,

In horrid joy the regiments dance and jump;
And, as imagination wins the ground,
Each feels his bay'net in a hostile rump.
'Tis faid Dame Fortune is not over-chaste,
Nor does the much delight in ancient men ;
She found our Hero most unto her taste,

And fmil'd on Wurmfer only now and then.
Thus victory to victory fucceeds,

Armies retreat, and towns are render'd up;
The fields are fpoil'd-and poor Italia bleeds,
And foon at Mantua will the Victor sup.
He came, and told the people they were free,
Deliver'd from the tyranny of knaves;
Bade them to plant the emblematic tree,

Whose shadow would difdain to shelter flaves;
Bade them to be the right good friends of France,
And plac'd fome thousand men within their walls,
Left that by any accidental chance,

They chang'd their minds, and struggled in ftreet brawls.
Next with the Emp'ror's Courtiers, tête-à-tête,
At Campo Formio he plans a peace;

Which done, he vows that, either foon or late,
He'll go and drive the English troops like geefe.

His dreadful grenadiers, his boast and pride,

Borne on huge rafts, shall strike us all with fears;

Sail up the Thames upon the faithless tide,

And knock the antique Tower about our ears;

March

March thence unto the Bank, whofe facile doors
Shall yield up all to their rapacious claws:
Swift bounds the echo from the Gallic fhores,
Voila Bank Notes at par with Affignats!
But he, or the Directory, foon found

This plan beneath the genius of France;
And then, the Turks and Mam'lukes to confound,
He led his grenadiers a pretty dance.

Toft on the feas full many a ftormy day,

At length his navy reach'd th' Egyptian strand; Only at Malta stopping by the way,

To play the devil, did the Hero land.

Safe in Aboukir's Bay the navy rode;

Approaching victories the warriors greet;
Nor could they find one Sçavan to forebode
That Nelfon haften'd with his conqu❜ring fleet.
Brave Nelfon came--and while his vengeance flew,
And claim'd the victory as Britain's right,
Great Bonaparte took a bird's-eye view,
Securely mounted on a turret's height.
The navy loft!-no logic can prevail
On Afric's Citizens to change their mind;
Those people thought he look'd just like a fnail,
Who came abroad, and left his fhell behind.
Yet gen'ralfhip like his was never found,
Hail, Ali Bonaparte! Vive l'Hero!
His faith like any weathercock veer'd round,
A pious Muffulman from top to toe!
But here the devil interferes, and bids.

Each thing run counter to the Prophet's will;
Still muft he battle near the Pyramids,

And in their mofques fome more old women kill. Lo! on a dromedary full of pride,

To Syria now the Hero bends his way: Those foldiers who can fteal a camel, ride, The reft march after in their best array.

Rejoice,