I, the terror of tyrants, do hereby decree
John Bull now blockaded by land and by sea!
Though Europe should starve from her rim to her centre,
Not a port shall a sail of the surly dog's enter!
I curse-I denounce-I denationalize him—
The Pirate!-I hate, I abhor, I despise him!
A Pirate that dares to oppose my design
Of making the Throne of the Universe mine!
Who thwarts my intentions on every occasion,
Of maritime plunder, and foreign invasion!
Who my Tilsit Ally's friendly proffer rejected,
And secur'd Denmark's fleet-ere his scheme I suspected!
Who snatch'd from my gripe the base Portuguese Regent,
And bore off to Brazil the rich freight, like a pageant!
Who always is hatching against me some evil-
Who is worse than the Dey of Algiers, or-the Devil!
This pirate, this robber, this miscreant infernal,
That threatens to vex me with warfare eternal,
At his head shall the bolts of my fury be hurl'd-
For he's the most obstinate Brute in the world!
To the Nations around him once more I denounce,
Commanding them all on the Savage to pounce,
And declaring if any by secret contrivance,
By chance, or by force, or by treacherous connivance,
Of this trafficking Monster shall prove an abettor,
His goods I'll confiscate-his body I'll fetter-
No plea the Delinquent shall find a protection,
My mandate's perempt'ry and bars all objection--
NEUTRALITY's laws I abolish in toto.-
Every friend of John Bull is Napoleon a foe to!
Slieve Croot.
ON THE PRESENT STATE OF EUROPE.
[From the Public Ledger.]
LCIDES' statue, of its limbs bereft,
As Art's sublimest model still is left;
Majestic Britain! though thy frantic foe
Hath rais'd all Europe's arms to lay thee low,
They, only they, are into ruin hurl'd———
Thou stand'st alone the TORSO of the world.
J. C. M.
END OF THE ELEVENTH VOLUME.
S. GOSNELL, Printer, Little Queen Street,