II.

Though small the pow’r which Fortune grants, And few the gifts she sends us, The lordly hireling often wants That freedom which defends us. By law secur’d from lawless strife, Our house is our _castellum_; Thus, blessed with all that’s dear in life, For lucre shall we sell ’em? No,—ev’ry Briton’s song should be, “Oh! give me Death or Liberty!” ED.]

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No. IV.

Dec. 4, 1797.

We have been favoured with the following specimen of Jacobin Poetry, which we give to the world without any comment or imitation. We are informed (we know not how truly) that it will be sung at the meeting of the Friends of Freedom; an account of which is anticipated in our present paper.[12]

LA SAINTE GUILLOTINE. =A New Song.= ATTEMPTED FROM THE FRENCH.

_Tune_—“O’er the vine-covered hills and gay regions of France”.