906 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1804. 



And here it is on vellum fair. 

 In letters blue, his backward prayer. 

 When his dire spells the Magian-hurl'd 

 Against the guardian of the world. 

 This scarf is dyed in infants' blood, 

 Shed by its sire in furious mood ; 

 When robb'd by Gaul, with phrenzy wild^ 

 Famine to shnn, he stabb'd his child. 

 The maiden that this girdle wore. 

 Lies pale and stiff on VVcser's shore ; 

 To shun the Gaul's enfuriate chacc. 

 She chose the water's cold embrace. 

 And sec what Gallic love bestows, 

 Impartial boon to friends and foes, 

 Those scales that weigh with even poise. 

 Plagues, that is, blcf^iuss in disguise.''' 



WrrcH. 

 ♦' Give me all thy plundered store, 

 That cross and kerchief stain'd with gore, 

 But somewhat still you must resign, 

 Before the hurricane be thine : 

 A warrior's hand 1 must qbtain, 

 Unraatch'd in combats of the niaii* ; 

 This mai-tial hand in battle lost, 

 Alou« can free your cumber'd coast .• 

 And you the precious bones must fimr. 

 Wherever borne by wave or wind. 

 This charmed hand must be my prize, 

 Spreading to gigantic size ; 

 Arrd, nerved anew by magic lays, 

 The anchor's magnitude can raise. 

 Fate and France the boon demand, 

 T'is Neptune's gift — 'tis Nelson's hand.** 



* *' I know the hand, I hate the name,"' 



The fiend reply'd, with eyes of flame. 

 And seaward soon he took his flight, 

 Borne on the dragon wing of night. 

 And oft he scarch'd the sea-wolfs jaw. 

 And oft the shark's voracious maw ; 

 At length a shattered arm he found. 

 And bare to Lapland's stormy bound. 



The Crone her crimson flag unfurl'd,. 

 Dread signal to the vap'ry world ; 

 And soon her elves, with sullen tune, 

 Drew a dim halo round the moon. 



Lou.d 



