Nile's crimson'd waves with blood polluted roll, 

 Her groves, her fanes, devouring fire consumes ; 

 But mark ! Slow rising near the distant pole, 

 A sudden splendour all her shores illumes! 



Fatal to GAUL— 'tis BRITAIN'S rising star 

 That in the South the bright ascendant gains, 

 Besplendent as her Dog Star shines from far. 

 And with new fervour fires the Lybian plains. 



A race, as Egypt's ancient warriors* brave. 

 For her insulted sons indignant glows. 

 Defies the tropic storm, the faithless wave. 

 And hurls destruction on their haughty foes. 



Exulting to his source old NILUS hears 

 The deepening thunder of the British linej', 

 Agaiji its lovely head the Lotos rears. 

 Again the fields in rainbow glories shine. 



Still wider, beauteous plant, thy leaves extend, 



Nor dread the eye of an admiring Muse, 



In union with the rising song ascend. 



Spread all thy charms, and all thy sweets diffuse. 



* The Egyptians were formerly a martial race, and the ancient city of Thebes so rich, that Achilles, in Homer, introduces the temptation 

 of such an acquisition! 



Not all proud Thebes' unrivall'd walls contain, 

 The world's great Empress on th' Egyptian plain, 

 (That spreads her conquests o'er a thousand states, 

 ; And pours her heroes thro' an hundred gates. 



Two hundred horsemen, and two hundred cars 



From each wide portal issuing to the wars); 



Tho' bribes were heap'd on bribes, in number more 



Than dust in fields, or sands along the shore; 



Should all these offers for my friendship call ; • " 



'Tis he that offers, and I scorn them all. 



Atrides' daughter never shall be led 



(An ill-match'd consort) to Achilles' bed ; 



Like golden Venus tho' she charm'd the heart, 



And vy'd with Pallas in the works of art. 



Some greater Greek let those high nuptials grace, 



I hate alliance with a tyrant's race. 



Strabo informs us, that the kings of Thebes extended their conquests even as far as Scythia, Bactria, and India. 



f The account given by Nelson of his Naval Victory, deserves to be written in letters of gold, for the religious and manly spirit 



it breathes. 



Vanguard, off the Mouth of the Nile, August 3, 1798. 



" MY LORD, 



" Almighty God has blessed his Majesty's arms in the late battle by a great victory over the fleet of the enemy, 

 whom I attacked at sun-set on the first of August off the Mouth of the Nile. The enemy were mored in a strong line of battle for defending 

 the entrance of the Bay (of Shoals), flanked by numerous gun-boats, four frigates, and a battery of guns and mortars on an island in their 

 van ; but nothing could withstand the squadron your Lordship did me the honour to place under my command. Their high state of discipline 

 is well known to you ; and with the judgment of the captains, together with their valour, and that of the officers and men of every descrip- 

 tion, it was absolutely irresistible. 



" Could any thing from my pen add to the character of the captains, I would write it with pleasure, but that is impossible. 



" I have to regret the loss of Captain Westcott, of the Majestic, who was killed early in the action ; but the ship was continued to 

 be so well fought by her first lieutenant, Mr. Cuthbert, that I have given him an order to command her till your Lordship's pleasure 



is known. 



" The 



