9GS ANNUAL REGISTER, 1805. 



" Before the awfnl throne of God 

 " They bow, and wait upon his nod ; 

 " Blest if his power their arms employ, 

 " The proud and iinpious to destroy. 

 *' Hark ! what a peal of tlmnder roars ! 

 " How vnst a tumult shakes my sliores ! 

 " Pale Horroi- sliricks. Confusion, Rout, Dismay 

 " Appal the night, and dim the morning ray. 



*' How deep the anguish and despair! 



" Who shall to J'rancc the tidings bear ? 



*' Scarce one escapes the bloody fight! 



'• Scarce one Is sap'd by shameful liight. 



" To HcuTcn the piotis victors raise, 



*' With grateful hearts, the shout of praise. 



" Europe exultina, lifts hcrroice; 



*' The East's barbaric thrones rejoice." 

 To impious Pride, short triumph thus remains, 

 Unerring Wisdom sees ; Eternal Justice reigns. 



LINES, 



For the Grave of a Frost itute, zcrii/en hrj Herself in her last Illness, 



(Original.) 



f i ^HE willing victim of a quick decay, 

 A Here tranquil on an humble bed of clay, 

 (The sure and sole asylum of my woes) 

 A lost, loTC-ruin'd female, I repose. 

 Early scduc'd by men's perfidious snares, 

 Their crin\es I expiate : would my pangs were theirs. 

 . From the sad moment, when by oaths misled, 

 I fell, half forc'd, on my deceiver's bed, 

 To that, whose veil obscnrirg ev'ry fault, 

 Sheltered my suff'rings in this welcome vault, 

 Famper'd or starv'd, despairing or in drink. 

 My thoughts all rack'd in striving not to think ; 

 Frantic or sullen — ever in extremes, ,- 



Wild and abandon'd in my very dreams ; 

 Ne'er could rejecte-d conscience claim the pow'r 

 T'imposc a respite of one serious hour. 

 Of eye undaunted, and of touch impure ; 

 Old, ere of age ; worn out when scarce matnrc ; 

 Hoi;rly dcbas'dto stifle my disgust 

 Of forc'd enjoyment in all'ected lust ; 



Canker'd 



