898 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1804. 



Lives in each heart with patriot ardour warm, 

 Points every sword, nerves every Briton's arm, 

 " Rush to the field where George and Freedom lead. 

 Glory and fame alike the warrior's meed, 

 Brave in thdir Country's cause, who conquer or who bleed." 



An Address io (heir Majesties, on entering the Yacht at the Fete given 

 on hoard, at Weijmonth, on the 29th of September, 1804, in Honour oj 

 the Birth-Daif of her Royal Ilighnciis the Duchess of IVirtemhurg. 



Spoken by Mr. EUiston cmd Miss Dc Camp, in the Charu6icrs of a Sailor 



and his Hife. 



The Sailor breaks from his Companions, and says to them., 



1TETX you I iciU speak, so stand aside, 

 And let a Sailor, who has long defy'd 

 His country's iocs, for once approach his King, 

 The humble tribute of rcspeft to bring. 

 He, God preserve him ! loves an English tar, 

 Nurs'd amid tempests, and the din of war ; 

 And hears, well-pleas'd, an honest tongue impart 

 The plain ellusions of a single heart. 



[Taming io the King. 

 Then trust me, Sir, there's not a bosom here, 

 Nor one that breathes a thought, to Britons dear. 

 Which docs not feci the gen'rous glow of pride 

 To see his Friend, his Monarch by his side. 

 Ah! could you but conceive the general grief, 

 The look, which mock'4.all comforts' cold relief, 

 Whene'er a transient cloud of illness spread 

 Its chilling rapour o'er your honour'd head, 

 I need not now proclaim your subjefls joj', 

 INIost marked by what we felt, when fears alloy 

 To ev'ry fond anxiety gave birth, 

 " And taught the value of our jewel's worth."* 

 If thus your people feel, what tongues can tell 

 The rapt'rous joy that must the bosom swell, 

 Of those who add, to tics like ours, the call 

 W^hich Nature's sympathies impress on all^ 

 Whether they feel a Monarch's scepter'd lot, 

 Or dwell the peasant of the poorest cot : 

 But chiefly her's, who, in a foreign land, 

 * Far from her father, and his shelt'ring hand, 



* Cowper's Task, 



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