POETRT. 



rue life, death, and wonderful atchievements of 

 Edmund Burkle, a new ballad. 



Of all the deeds of high renown 



Antiquity can brag on, 

 From Homer's times, to More that JciU'ri 



Old Wantley's famous dragon. 



By heroes sacred or profinc, 



By pagjn, Jew, or Turk, 

 There's none this (Tiy c.-.n be compar'd 



With those of Edmund Burke ! 



Inur'd was Edmvnd from his youth 



To squabbles and to fighting, 

 And scenes of war and desp'racs deeds. 



He always took, delight in. 



But not that savage kind of war, 



My hearers may suppose, 



For Edmund n^ver got a scar, 



■ Nor rifle 'd a bloody nose. 



Far difl''rent arms did he employ 



Than those our soldiers weild, 

 His dagger was an argument, 



And sophistry his ihield. 



Reasons, like red-hot balls he threW; 



With Edmund none could cope, 

 But in a metaphor was slain, 



Or perifh'd by a trope. 



Thus many ^ year this liero fought. 



His fame still rising higher. 

 Till age at length crept slowly on. 



And damp'd his martial fire. 



As candles give a brighter blaze 



Just ere their wick be done, 

 So Edmund pljnn'd unie m'ghty Jttd 



Before his course wa; run. 



As on Jiis bed one mom he lay, 



On future glory musing, 

 An angel form before hini glan :'J, 

 Rich odouis round dift'ulng. 

 VOL. viii, I -f 



