participating with his valiant brother, in the glories of this just and neceffary war.

Were it a novel virtue, that of gallanting an actress, or any other dulcinea, into all places of public refort, to gratify the good people of this country with a fight of the object of their amorous defires, it would demand no little of our admiration; but when it is a matter fo generally practifed, and carried on with fuch notoriety, it may produce a blush on the modeft check; but it would favour of the highest puritanism, to attempt to fhew such conduct partakes of what is called immorality, and abuse of decency. For my part, my blood glows with unutterable extacy, when I behold a man of education, talents, and fortune, protecting the girl of his heart, disdaining the vulgar fhackles of matrimony, ridiculing the poor entraped wretch, and, what is infinitely more pleafing, is, to hear an highblooded Buck exclaim, that never ought,

A CITIZEN SOLDIER'S ACCOUNT THE VICTORIES ON THE CONTINENT;

OF

Or the ADVANTAGES of SANS CULOTTISM.

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(Tune "Vicar and Mofes.")

COME Citizens hear,

And I'll make it appear,

That in fighting we've gained much Glory,

Both in Holland and Flanders,

With fkilful Commanders,

So I'll lay the narration before

ye.

Fal de ral de ral la

From Portsmouth we fail'd,

And by fair winds prevail'd,
Till we came to the port of Oftend;

Whence

Where with proud Sans Cullottes we contended

But the rafcals, ad rat 'em,

We could not get at 'em,

So the taking of that we fufpended.

Now obferve in full speed,

We to Lifle did proceed,

Fal &c.

Where intending to show them fome fun, Sir,

Soon as us, they efpied,

Ca-i-ra they cried,

And our fafety conftrain'd us to run, Sir.

So finding at length,

They were Giants in ftrength,

Fal c.

We retreated o'er fwamps, bogs, and ditches,

And most heartily wish'd

When we found we were difh'd,

That like them we had been without Breeches,

Was the Fam'd Duke of York,

Quite pleas'd that he'd scap'd from their clutches,

And he now thought it good,

To cross the wide flood,

And repofe in the arms of his Dutchefs.

Fal Sc.

Now

Now on Albion's land,

We again make a stand,

Where with Richmond and Moira, you'll find us,
But for Dunkirk and Ĺisle,

We'll leave them for a-while,

And thofe Cowardly Frenchmen behind us.

Fal de ral de ral la.

A NEW SONG,

ALTERED FROM AN OLD ONE.

YOUR fwords in your

hands ye bold Frenchmen are seen, In defence of your Rights in defence of your Queen, How glorious are ye when you lay down your lives, In defence of your Freedom your Children and Wives.

CHORUS.

Huzza, Huzza, then to conquer pursue,

See the trumpet of Fame is uplifted for you,

Ye Tyrants not knowing what joy Freedom yields,

How the guards all their Rights and protects all their fields, As Hebe fhe's fair, and as Herculus ftrong,

She's the Queen of all mirth and the joy of all fong.

Huzza, Huzza, &c.

Now let us with joy the gay bumper advance;

Succefs to the glorious defenders of France,

For Freedom's their Queen, and her brave noble band,
Will drive each invader far out of their land.

New Brentford, Middlefex.

Huzza, Huzza, &c.

W. H. GREEN.

No. 29.

THE PHILANTHROPIST.

MONDAY, OCTOBER 12, 1795.

LONDON:

Printed for and fold by DANIEL ISAAC EATON, Printer and Bookfeller to the Supreme Majefty of the People, at the Cock and SWINE, No. 74, Newgate street.

1795.

PRICE ONE PENNY.

CITIZEN,

For the PHILANTHROPIST.

WHEN I confider how great has been, and still is, the rage for perfecution of those whofe actions and fentiments happen to be anti-ministerial, and what shameful, what abfurd conftructions ministers have attempted to place upon words and expreffions, in order to make them treafonous or feditious, when there has been not the leaft pretext for fuch constructions, but were evidently defigned to keep the minds of the people in awe and subjection, and to prevent that candid, open investigation of truth and juftice, whereby they would be brought to a proper sense of their own rights, and the Minifter's perfidy; I fay, when I contemplate thus, my foul is filled with mixed emotions of horror, deteftation, and regret-of horror and detestation, at the villainy of a few individuals-of regret, at the oppreffed state of fo many thousands.

Indeed, I think it the duty of every man, who has the good of this country at heart, to fummon up all his powers against fuch operations, and to counteract, and expofe, by the utmost exertion of his abilities, however poor, fuch oppreffive steps.

Those were the reflections which induced me to take up my weak poetic pen at prefent; and, if you think it merits a place

in your PHILANTHROPIST, you will very much oblige an admirer of your periodical works, if you will infert the following

little

TALE.

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WHEN call'd upon to give a toast,
Some fhort time fince, I gave what most,

I thought my friends would like, and all approve:
May Liberty her joys extend

"O'er all the world, from end to end,
"And all be friendship, and fraternal love!"

But foon my friends rebuk'd my words;
The cry'd fedition, treason, swords,
Guns, pikes, piftols, plots, and maffacre,
La guillotine, rebellion, Paine,
Democracy, and all the train,

Of horrid words that found of Liberty!

They threaten'd to inform, and faid,
If I was not a friend, my head

The cost of fuch a treas'nous toast should tell;
For, if the Reevites they but told,
Apartments I would quickly hold,

Where late we saw th' acquitted felon's* dwell.

"For know," they cry'd" what you advance,
"'Tis clear are now the views of France,
"(And furely ought she does t'were base to ape);
"Therefore go home, be cautious, friend,
"The cause of loyalty defend,
"And think you happy that you now escape.”

I ftood amaz'd, and thunderstruck,
And ponder'd long, but nothing spoke;
Where is the treason in my toast, I thought!

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*Those worthy patriots, Meffrs. Hardy, Tooke, &c. who lately underwent rigid minute trial at the Old Bailey, for High Treafon, but who were found guiltless by a refpe&table jury, have been called, in the Houfe of Commons, "ac'quitted felons."

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