A Nobleman was sent to him,
For negociation able,
And BONAPARTE kindly set,

Him down at his own table.
And in a story two hours long,
The Gentleman was heard in,
Whilst the Ambassador declar'd
Ile could not get a word in.

Bow, wow, wow, &c.

With Belles and Beaux the drawing

room

One morning it was quite full, And BONA, like a bantam-cock,

Came crowing rather spiteful; He then began to huff and bluff, To shew that war his trade is; He scolded all the Englishmen, And frighten'd all the Ladies!!!

Bow, wow, wow, &c.

From Malta next he took his text,
My Lord look'd rather blue on't.
For every trick the Consul had,

My Lord had one worth two on't:
Why, General, says he, s'death and fire,
Unless you cease these capers,
They'll publish every word you say
In all the English papers.

Bow, wow, wow, &c.

My Lord, says he, you needs must see,
I pity British blindness,
And wish to open all your eyes,

Out of pure love and kindness;

To make a generous people free,
My legions shall pell mell come,
What think you then? Why, Sir I
think,

They'd be more frce than welcome.
Bow, wow, wow, &c.

When I come o'er, I'll make all Britons

Live in perfect bliss, Sir,

I'm sure they will receive me just

As kindly as the Swiss, Sir. The odds a hundred are to one I fail, tho' Fortune's minion; Says our Ambassador to him, I'm quite of your opinion.

Bow, wow, wow, &c.

My Lord, says he, I'll take the field;
You'd better take the ocean,
My plans are deep-Why yes they'll

reach

The bottom I've a notion. What would the English think to see Me-'twixt Boulogne and Dover? Why, General, they'd surely think, Your Worship half seas over!

Bow, wow, wow, &c. Your Government, I'll tame, says he,

Since war you are so fond on; I've got my will in Paris here,

And wish the same in London;
I'll rule your great John Bull! says he,
I have him in the ring, Sir.
Says John, I'll not be rul'd by you,
Nor any such a thing, Sir.
Bow, wow, wow, &c.

Then bring me flag invincible,
A Scot took it long ago, Sir,
For now, I think, your ships I'll sink,
And never strike a blow, Sir.
A clever man has found a plan,

A plan he's surely right in,
For if you beat the British fleet,
It must not be at fighting.

Bow, wow, wow, &c. Quite frantic now, he vows revenge The moment that he's landed; And proudly boasts we cannot hope To fight him single handed. What, single handed, we can do,

His troops shall know full well soon, For him, he learn'd it long ago,

From single handed NELSON.
Bow, wow, wow, &c.
Now, since their minds are quite made
up,

Let nie, on this occasion,
Make one request to Neptune, should

They dream of an Invasion:
To bring them safely out of ports

On gentle billows guide them,
To where a set of British boys
May anchor close beside them.
Bow, wow, wow, &c.

REFLECTIONS

On the English and French NATIONAL CHARACTER; principally extracted from the Writings of the late Right

us;

Hon. EDMUND. BURKE.

FOUR hundred years have gone over but I believe we are not materially changed since that period. Thanks to our sullen resistance to innovation, thanks to the cold sluggishness of our national character, we still bear the stamp of our forefathers. We have not (as I conceive) lost the generosity and dignity of thinking of the fourteenth century; nor as yet have we subtilized ourselves into savages. We are not the converts of Rousseau; we are not the disciples of Voltaire; Helvetius has made no progress amongst us. Atheists are not our preachers; madmen are not our lawgivers. We know that we have made no discoveries; and we think that no discoveries are to be made in morality; nor many in the great principles of government, nor in the ideas of liberty, which were understood long before we were born.-In England we have not yet been completely emboweled of our natural entrails; we still feel within us, and we cherish and cultivate those inbred sentiments which are the faithful guardians, the active monitors of duty, the true supporters of all liberal and manly morals. We have not been drawn and trussed, in order that we

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may be filled, like stuffed birds in a Museum.-We preserve the whole of our feelings still native and entire, unsoWe have real hearts of flesh and blood phisticated by pedantry and infidelity.

beating in our bosoms. We fear God! we look up with awe to kings; with affection to parliaments; with duty to ̈ magistrates; with reverence to our church; and with respect to nobility. Because when such ideas are brought before our minds, it is natural to be affected: because all other feelings are false and spurious, and tend to corrupt our minds, to vitiate our primary morals, to render us unfit for rational liberty; and by teaching us a servile, licentious and abandoned insolence, to be our low sport for a few holidays, to make us perfectly fit for, and justly deserving of slavery, through the whole course of our lives.

We are afraid to put men to live and trade each on his own private stock of reason; because we suspect that this stock in each man is small, and that the individuals would do better to avail themselves of the general bank and capital of nations, and of ages.-This may be called prejudice: but prejudice is of ready application in the emer gency; it previously engages the mind in a steady course of wisdom and virtue, and does not leave the man hesitating in the moment of decision, sceptical, puzzled, and unresolved. Prejudice

renders