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Blest Season! thy benignant pow'r 

 Extend to ev'ry Human Flow'r, 



And aid the growth of Mind; 

 Till, vigour crowning ev'ry part, 

 The richer incense of the heart 



Bring bliss for all mankind. 



Then, though the stormy Passions blow, 

 Impelling Man to prove Man's foe, 



On War's * destructive plain ; 

 Reason the Nations shall address, 

 The sanguinary rage repress, 



And Peace Perpetual reign. 



Harrison. 





* This work was brought out during one of the most cruel wars that ever desolated the world, in which it was decreed by the 

 National Assembly of France, " that no English prisoners were to be made, but all put to the sword." The army refused to ratify it. 

 Now it is that NAPOLEON, not content with the Empire of France, endeavours to conquer the whole of civilized Europe. 



One murder makes a villain, 



Millions a hero.— Princes are privileg'd 



To kill; and numbers sanctify the crime. 



Ah! why will Kings forget that they are men? 



Why delight in human sacrifice? why burst the ties 



Of nature, that should knit their souls together 



In one soft bond of amity and love ? 



Yet still they breathe destruction, still go on 



Inhumanly ingenious to find out 



New pains for life, new terrors for the grave; 



Artificers of death ! Still Monarchs dream 



Of universal empire growing up 



From universal ruin. — Blast the design, 



Great God of Hosts! nor let thy creatures fall 



Unpitied victims at ambitions shrine. 



Bishop Porteus. 



Such conduct in mortal man is, indeed, truly astonishing. " Man, armed with a little brief authority, does that, which makes 

 angels weep!" 



Behold! how God denounces his vengeance against such Destroyers of Mankind. 



A PROPHECY. 

 Worthy to he read by all Emperors, Kings, Princes, and Rulers. 

 « The whole earth is at rest, and is quiet; the trees break forth into a joyful shout, even the fir-trees rejoice over thee, and the 

 cedars of Lebanon, saying, Since thou art fallen, no feller is come up against us. 



- How art thou fallen from heaven, O APOLLYON, the destroyer! How art thou cut off from the earth, thoujho didst subdue 

 the nations! For thou hast said in thine heart, < I will be like the Most High.'-Yet art thou brought down to the mansions ot the 



dead, and to the sides of the pit. •■-••« > r™ j *■» u 



« Then will it be said, ' Is this the man that made the earth to tremble, that shook the k.ngdoms? That made the world as a 



wilderness, and destroyed the cities?' ... , . 77 



•• All Ihe li"g. of the Mk. lie in glory, ever, on. in bu> own -pnlcbr.. Bnt ,l.°u not „« ont of ,l,y g»vo lto . .!»-». 



"T^^TTlS^jfi'tS »'- <» bW-BECAUSE THOU HAST DESTROYED THE LAND, AND 

 SLAIN THE PEOPLE." Isaiah, Chap. XIV. 



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