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Whose blows, like hail

, few rattling mund the head | And whizzing, spent its idle force in air. 10 Him oft the ring beheld wth weeping eyes,

Then quick advancing on th' unguarded head, Stretch'd on the ground, reluctant yield the prize. A dreadful show'r of thunderbolts he shed : Then fell theswain, with whom none e'er could vie As when a whirlwind, from some cavem bruke, Where Harrow's steeple darts into the sky. With furious blasts assaults the monarch oak, Next the bold youth a bleerling victim lay, This way and that its lofty top it bends. Whose waving curls the barber's art display. 60 And the fierce storm the crackling branches You too this arm's tremendous prowess know;

rends ; Rash man, to make this arm again thy foe!" So wav'd the head, and now to left and right This sa d—the herves for the fight prepare,

Rebounding flies, and crash'd beneath the weight. Brace their big limbs, and brawny bodies bare. Like the young lion wounded by a dart, The sturdy sinews all aghast behold,

Whose fury kindles at the galling smart; 20 And ample shoulders of Atlean mould ;

The hero rouses with redoubled rage, Like Titan's offspring, who 'gainst Heavens trove, Flies on the foe, and foams upon the stage. So each, though mortal,seem'd a match for Jove. Now grappling, both in close contention join, Now round the ring a silent horrour reigns, Legs lock in legs, and arms in arins entwine: Speechless each tongue, and bloodless all their They sweat, they heave, each tugging nerve they veins ;


strain; When, lo! the champions give the dreadful sign, Both, fix'd as oaks, their sturdy trunks sustain. And hand in hand in friendly token join;

At length the chief his wily art display'd, Those iron hands, which soon upon the foe Pois'd on his hip the hapless youth he laid ; With giant-force must deal the dreadful blow. Aloft in air his quiv'ring limbs he throw'd, [load.

Tien on the ground down dash'd the pond'sous

So some vast ruin on a mountain's brow, 31 THE GYMNASIAD.

Which tott'ring hangs, and dreadful nods below,

When the fierce tempest the foundation rends, BOOK III.

Whirl'd though the air with horrid crush des

cends. A description of the battle ; Stephenson is van

Bold and undaunted up the hero rose, quished; the manner of his body being car

Fiercer his bosom for the combat glows; ried off by his friends; Broughton claims the

Shame stung his manly heart, and fiery rage prize, and takes his final leave of the stage.

New steel'd each nerve, redoubled war to wage. Full in the centre now they fix in form,

Swift to revenge the dire disgrace he flies,
Again suspended on the bip he lies ;

40 Eye meeting eye, and arm oppos'd to arm;

Dash'd on the ground, again hail fatal fell, With wily feints each other now provoke,

Haply the barrier canight his flying heel ; And cautious meditate th' impending stroke.

There fast it hung, th' imprison'd head gave way, Th' impatient youth, inspird by hopes of fame,

And the strong arm defrauded of its prey. First sped his arm, unfaithful to its aim;

Vain strove the chief to whirl the mountain o'er ; The wary warrior, watchful of his foe, Bends back, and 'scapes the death-designing blow;

It slipt-he headlong rattles on the floor. With erring glance it sounded by his ear,

V. 10. its idle force in air.] Virgil was an adept.-As he was the delicium pugnacis

-vires in ventum effudit. generis, our author, with marvellous judgment, V. 19. Like the young lion] It may be ohrepresents the ring weeping at his defeat. served, that our author has treated the reader V. 54. Whose blows, like hail, &c.] Virgil. but with one simile throughout the two foregoing -quam multa grandine nimbi

books; but, in order to make him ample amends, Culminibus crepitant.

has given him no less than six in tbis. Doubt

less this was in imitation of Homer, and artfully V. 57. Then fell the swain,] Jeoffrey Birch, who, in several encounters, served only to aug- action, as well as our admiration, towards the

intended to heighten the dignity of the main ment the nomber of our hero's triumphs. V. 59. Next the bold youth] As this champion conclusion of his work.--Finis coronat opus.

V. 24. Arms in arms entwine ;) Virgil. is still living, and even disputes the palm of manhood with our hero hinself, I shall leave him to Immiscentque manus

manibus, pugnamque be the subject of immortality in some future

Jacessunt. Gymnasiad, should the superiority of his prowess V. 35. Bold and undaunted, &c.] Virgil. ever justify his title to the corona pugnea.

At non tardatus casu, neque territus heros, V. 63. This said, &c,] Virgil.

Acrior ad pugnam redit, & vim suscitat ira. Hæc fatus, duplicem ex humeris rejecit amic- Tum pudor inceodit virestuin :


V. 42. Haply the barrier, &c.] Our author, Et magnos membrorum artus, magna ossa lacer-like Homer himself, is no less to be admired in Exuit.

the character of an historian than in that of a V. 7, 8. watchful of his foe

poet: we see him here faithfully reciting the Bends back and 'scapes the death- Virgil. most minute incidents of the battle, and informing designing blow ;

us, that the youthful hero, being on the lock, -ille ictum venientem a vertice velox must again inevitably have come to the ground, Prævidit, celerique elapsus corpore cessit.

had not bis heel catched the bar; and that his antagonist, by the violence of his straining, slipt Around the ring loud peals of thunder rise, Dragging its limbs, they bear the body forth, And shouts exultant echo to the skies.

Mash'd teeth and clotted blood came issuing L'plifted now inanimate he seems,

from his mouth, Forth from his nostrils gush the purple streams; Thus then the victor—") celestial pow'r! Gasping for breath, and impotent of land, 51 Who gave this arm to boast one triumph more;

The youth beheld his rival stagg'ring stand : Now grey in glory, let my labours cease,
But he, alas ! had felt th' unnerving Llow, My blood-stain'd laurel wed the branch of peace ;
And gaz'd, unable to assault the foe.

Lurd by the lustre of the golden prize,
As when two monarchs of the brindled breed No more in combat this proud crest shall rise;
Dispute the proud dominion of the mead, To future heroes future deeds belong,
They fight, they foam, then weary'd in the fray, Be mine the theme of some immortal song." 90
Aloof retreat, and low'ring stand at bay;

This said he seiz'd the prize, while round So stood the heroes, and indignant glar'd,

the ring, While grim with blood their rueful fronts were High soar'd applause on acclamation's wing. sineard;

60 Till with returning strength new rage returns, V. 88. No more in combat, &c.] Virgil. Again their arms are steel'd, again each busom

-hic victor cæstus, artem que repono. buros. Incessant now their hollow sides they pound, Loud on each breast the bounding bangs resound;

Their flying fists around the temples glow,
And the jaws crackle with the massy blow.

A SATIRE, 1747.
The raging combat ev'ry eye appals,

(falls. Strokes following strokes, and falls succeeding Scilicet uni æquus virtuti aique ejus amicis.

Primores populi arripuit populumque tributim; Now droop'd the youth, yet, urging all his might,

Hor, With feeble arm still vindicates the fight, 70 Till on the part where heav'd the panting breath,“ Load, load the pallet, boy !” hark ! Hogarth A fatal blow impress'd the seal of death.

cries, Down dropt the bero, weltring in his gore,

“ Fast as I paint, fresh swarms of fools arise ! And his stretch'd limbs lay quiv'ring on the floor. Groups rise on groups, and mock the pencil's So, when a falcon skims the airy way,

pow'r, Stoops from the clouds, and pounces on his prey ; To catch each new-blown folly of the hour." Dash'd on the earth the feather'd victim lies,

While hum'rous Hogarth paints each fully Expands its feeble wings, and, flutt'ring, dies.

dead, His faithful friends their dying hero rear'd,

Shall yice triumphant rear its hydra head ? O'er his broad shoulders dangling hung his

At satire's sov’reign noil disdain to shrink? head;


New reams of paper, and fresh floods of ink! his arm over his head, and by that means received | On then, my Muse! Herculean labours dare, the fall he intended the enemy.—I thought it And wage with virtue's foes eternal war; incumbent on me as a commentator to say thus Range through the town in search of ev'ry ill, much, to illustrate the meaning of our author, And cleanse th’Augean stable with thy quill. which might seem a little obscure to those who “ But what avails the poignance of the song, are unacquainted with conflicts of this kind. Since all,” you cry, “still persevere in wrong. V. 48. echo to the skies, &c.] Virgil.

Would courtly crimes to Mulgrave's' muse subIt clamor cælo

* mit?

Or blush'd the monarch though a Wilmot? writ? The learned reader will perceive our author's still pandar peers disgrac'd the rooms of state, frequent allusions to Virgil; and whether he in- Still Cæsar's bed sustain'd a foreign weight; tended them as translations or imitations of the Slaves worshipp'd still the golden calf of pow'r, Roman poet, must give us pause : but as, in our

And bishops, bowing, bless'd the scarlet whore. modern productions, we find imitations are gene- Shall then thy verse the guilty great reclaim, rally nothing more than bad translations, and Though fraught with Dryden's heav'n-descended translations nothing more than bad imitations ;

flame? it would equally, I suppose, satisfy the gall of Will harpy Heathcote, from his mould'ring store, the critic, should these unluckily fall within Drag forth one cheering drachma to the poor? either description.

Or Harrington, unfaithful to the seal, V. 63. Incessant now, &c.] Virgil.

Throw in one suffrage for the public weal ? Multa viri nequicquam inter se vulnera jactant: Pointless all satire, and misplac'd its aim, Multa cavo lateri ingeminant, & pectore vastos

To wound the bosom, that's obdur'd to shame: Dant sonitus, erratque aures & tempora circum The callous heart ne'er feels the goad within ; Crebra manus: duro crepitant sub vulnere Pew dread the censure, who can dare the sin." malæ,

Though on the culprit's cheek no blush should V. 79. His faithful friends] Virgil.


Still let me mark him to mankind a foe: At illum fidi æquales, genua ægra trahentem, Jactantemque utroque caput, crassumque cruo- " Translator of Horace's Art of Poetry, and

afterwards duke of Buckinghain. Ore rejectantem, mistosque in sanguine dentes, • Earl of Rochester. Ducuul ad navcs.


Strike but the deer, however slight the wound, Why will you urge,” Eugenio cries, "your It serves at least to drive him from the sound.

fate? Shall reptile sinners frowning justice fear, Affords the town no sins but sins of state? And pageant titles privilege the peer?

Perches vice only on the court's high hill? So falls the humbler game in common fields, Or yields life's vale no qnarry for the quill?” While the branch'd beast the royal forest shicids. Vanners, like fashions,still from courts descend, On, Satire, then ! pursue thy gen'rous plan, And what the great begin, the vulgar end. And wind the vice, regardless of the man, If v.cious then the inode, correct it here; Rouse, rouse'th' ennobled herd for public sport, He saves the peasant, who reforms the peer. And hunt them through the covert of a court. What Hounslow knight would stray from hom Just as the play'r the mimic portrait draws,

nour's path, All claim a right of censure or applause: If guided by a brother of the Bath? What gaards the place-man from an equal fate, Honour's a mistress all mankind pursue; Who mounts but actor on the stage of state? Yet most mistake the false one for the true: Subject alike to each man's praise and blame, Lur'd by the trappings, dazzled by the paint, Each critic voice the fiat of his fame ;

We worship oft the idol for the saint. Though to the private some respect we pay, Courted by all, by few the fair is won; All public characters are public prey :

Those lose who seek her, and those gain who shun; Pelham and Garrick, let the verse forbear Naked she flies to merit in distress, What sanctifies the treasurer or play'r.

And leaves to courts the garnish of her dress. Great in her laurel'd sages Athens see,

The million'd inerchant seeks her in his gold; Free flow'd her satire while her sons were free : In schools the pedant, and in camps the bold : Then purpled guilt was dragg'd to public shame, The courtier views her, with admiring eyes, And each offence stood fragrant with a name; Flutter in ribbons, or in titles rise: Polluted ermine no respect could win,

Sir Epicene enjoys her in his plume; No hallow'd lawn could sanctify a sin;

Mead, in the learned wainscot of a room: 'Till tyrant pow'r usurp'd a lawless rule: By various ways all woo the modest maid; Then sacred grew the titled knave and fool; Yet lose the substance, grasping at the shade. Then penal statutes aw'd the poignant song, Who, siniling, sees not with what various And slaves were taught, that kings could do no

strife wrong.

Man blindly runs the giddy maze of life? Guilt still is guilt, to me, in slave or king, To the same end still diff'rent means employs ; Petter'd in cells, or garter'd in the ring:

This builds a church, a temple that destroys; And yet bebold how various the reward,

Both anxious to obtain a deathless name, Wild falls a felon, Walpole3 mounts a lord ! Yet, erring, both mistake report for fame. The little knave the law's last tribute pays, Report, though vulture-like the name it bear, While crowns around the great one's chariot Drags but the carrion carcass through the air; blaze.

While fame, Jove's nobler bird, superior flies, Blaze meteors, blaze! to me is still the same And, soaring, mounts the mortal to the skies. The cart of justice, or the coach of shame. So Richard's name to distant ages borne, Say, what's nobility, ye gilded train!

Unhappy Richard still is Britain's scorn : Does nature give it, or can guilt sustain ? Be Edward's wafted on fame's eagle wing, Blooms the form fairer, if the birth be higb? Each patriot mourns the long-departed king; Or takes the vital stream a richer dye;

Yet thine, O Edward ! shall to George'ss yield, What! though a long patrician line ye claim, And Dettingen eclipse a Cressy's field. Are noble souls entail'd upon a name?

Through life's wild ocean, who would safely Anstis may ermine out the lordly earth,

roam, Virtue's the berald that proclaims its worth. And bring the golden fleece of glory home,

Hence mark the radiance of a Stanhope's star, Must, heedful, shun the barking Scylla's roar, And glow-worm glitter of thine, D***r: And fell Charybdis' all-devouring shore ; Ignoble splendour! that but shines to all, With steady helm an equal course support, The humble badge of a court hospital.

'Twixt faction's rocks, and quicksands of a court; Let lofty L**r wave his nodding plume,

By virtue's beacon still direct bis aim, Boast all the blushing honours of the loom, Through honour's channel, to the port of fame. Resplendent bondage no regard can bring,

Yet, on this sea, how all mankind are tost! 'Tis Methuen's heart must dignify the string. For one that's sav'd, what multitudes are lost! Vice levels all, however high or low;

Misguided by ambition's treach'rous light, And all the diff'rence but consists in show, Through want of skill, few make the harbour Who asks an alms, or supplicates a place,

right. Alike is beggar, though in rags or lace:

Hence mark what wrecks of virtue, friendship, Alike his country's scandal and its curse,

fame, Who vends a vote, or who purloins a purse;

For four dead letters added to a name!
Thy gamblers, Bridewell, and St James's bites, Whence dwells such Syren music in a word,
The rooks of Mordington's, and sharks at White's. Or sourds not Brutus noble as my lord?

Though crownets, Pult'ney, blazon on thy plate, 3 Though the person here meant has indeed Adds the base mark one scruple to its weight? paid the debt of nature, yet, as he has left that Though sounds patrician swell thy name, () of justice unsatisfied, the author apprehends that Stretches one acre thy plebeian lands? (Sandys ! the public are indisputably entitled to the assets of his reputation.

• Richard the Second, • George the Second.

Say, the proud title meant to plume the son, While fading laurels shade her drooping head Why gain by guilt, what virtue might have won ? And mark her Burleighs, Blakes, and Marlbro's Vain shall the son his herald honours trace,

dead! Whose pareut peer 's but patriot in disgrace. Such were thy sons, O happy isle ! of old,

Vain, on the solemn head of hoary age, In counsel prudent, and in action bold: Totters the mitre, if ambition's rage

Now view a Pelham puzzling o'er thy fate, To mammon pow'r the hallow'd heart incline, Lost in the maze of a perplex'd debate; And titles only mark the priest divine.

And sage Newcastle, with fraternal skill, Blest race! whom the golden age remains, Guard the nice conduct of a nation's quill: Ease without care, and plenty without pains : See truncheons trembling in the coward hand, For you the earth unlabour'd treasure yields, Though bold rebellion half subdue the land ; And the rich sheares spontaneous crown the While ocean's god, indignant, wrests again fields;

The long-deputed trident of the main'. No toilsome dews pollute the rev'rend brow, Sleep our last heroes in the silent tomb? Each holy hand unbarden'd by the plough; Why springs no future worthies from the womb? Still burst the sacred garners with their store, Not nature sure, since nature's still the same, And fails, unceasing, thunder on the floor. But education bars the road to fame. O bounteous Heav'n ! yet Heav'n how seldom Who hopes for wisdom's crop, must till the soul, shares

And virtue's early lesson should control : The titheful tribute of the prelate's pray'rs! To the young breast who valour would impart, Lost to the stall, in senates still they nod, Must plant it by example in the heart. And all the monarch steals them from the God: Ere Britain fell to mimic modes a prey, Thy praises, Brunswick, every breast inspire, And took the foreign polish of our day, The ihrone their altar, and the court their choir ; Train'd to the martial labours of the field, Here earliest incense they devoutly bring, Our youth were taught the massy spear to wield; Here ererlasting hallelujah's sing :

In halcyon peace, beneath whose downy wings Thou ! only thou ! almighty to-translate, The merchant smiles, and lab'ring peasant sings, Thou their great golden deity of state.

With civil arts to guard their country's cause, Who seeks on merit's stock to graft success, Direct her counsels, and defend her laws: In vain invokes the ray of pow'r to bless ; Henice a long race of ancient worthies rose, The steni, too stubborn for the courtly soil, Adorn'd the land, and triumph'd o'er our foes. With barren branches mocks the virtuous toil. Ye sacred shades ! who through th' Elysian More pliant plants the royal regions suit,

grove, Where knowledge still is held forbidden fruit ; With Rome's fam'd chiefs,and Grecian sages rove, "Tis these alone the kindly nurture sbare, Blush to behold what arts your offspring grace

! And all Hesperia's golden treasures bear. Each fopling heir now marks his sire's disgrace ;

Let folly still be fortune's fondling heir, An embrio breed ! of such a doubtful frame, and science meet a step-dame in the fair. You scarce could know the sex but by the name : Let courts, like fortune, disinherit sense, Fraught with the native follies of his home, And take the idiot charge from Providence. Torn from the nurse, the babe of mirtb must The idiot head the cap and bells may fit,

roam ; But how disguise a Lyttelton and Pitt !

Through foreign climes exotic vice explore, 0! once-lov'd youths! Britannia's blooming and call each weed, regardless of the flow'r, hope,

Proud of thy spoils, O Italy and France ! Fair freedom's twins, and once the theme of Pope; The soft enervate strain, and cap'ring dance : What wond'ring senates on your accents hung, From Sequan's streams, and winding banks of Po, Ere flatt’ry's poison chilld the patriot tongue ! He comes, ye gods' an all-accomplish'd beau ! Rome's sacred thunder awes no more the ear; Unhumaniz'd in dress, with cheeks so wan! But Pelham smiles, who trembled once to hear. He mocks God's image in the mimic man; Say, whence this change ? less galling is the Great judge of arts! o'er toilettes now presides, chain,

Corrects our fashions, or an opera guides; Though Walpole, Carteret, or a Pelham reign ? From tyrant Handel rends th’imperial bay, If senates still the pois'nous bane imbibe,

And guards the Magna Charta of_Sol-fa. And every palm grows callous with the bribe; Sick of a land where virtue dwells no more, If sev'n long years mature the venal voice, See Liberty prepar'd to quit our shore ! While freedom mourns her long-defrauded Pruning her, pinions, on yon beacon'd height choice;

The goddess stands, and meditates ber flight; If justice waves o'er fraud a lenient hand, Now spreads her wings, unwilling yet to fly, And the red locust rages through the land. Again o'er Britain casts a pitying eye;

Sunk in these bonds, to Britain what avails, Who wields her sword, or balances ber scales?

the Mediterranean: as the nation was unluckily Veer round the compass, change to change suc- the only victim on that occasion, the lenity of By every son the mother now must bleed :[ceed, our aquarian judicature has, I think, evidently Vain all her hosts, on foreign shores array'd,

proved, that a court-martial and a martial-court Though lost by Wentworth,or presert'd by Wade.

are by no means synonymous terms. Fleets, once which spread through distant worlds ? The reader will readily conclude these lines her name!

were written before our worthy admirals Ansor Now ride inglorious trophies of her shame;

and Warren had so eminently distinguished

themselves in the service of their country. Alluding to the ever-memorable no-light in


Loath to depart, methinks I hear her say, Smokes not from Lincoln meads the stately loin, “Why urge me thus, ungrateful isle, away! Or rosy gammon of Hantonian swine? For you, I left Achaia's happy plains,

From Darkin's roosts the feather'd victims bleed, For you resign'd ms Romans to their chains; And Thames still wafts une ocean's scaly breed. Here fondly fix'd my last lov'd favourite seat, Though Gallia's vines their costly juice deny, And 'midst the mighty nations made thee great: Still Tajo's 2 banks the jocund glass supply; Why urge me then, ungrateful isle, away!"

Still distant worlds nectareous treasures roll, Again she, sighing, says, or seems to say.

And either India sparkles in my bowl; O Stanhopet! skill'd in ev'ry moving art, Or Devon's boughs, or Dorset's bearded fields, That charms the ear, or captivates the heart ! To Britain's arms a British beverage yields. Be your's the task, the goddess to retain,

Rich in these gifts, why should I wish for And call her parent virtue back again;

more? Improve your pow'ra sioking land to save, Why harter conscience for superfluous store? And vindicate the servant from the slave :

Or haunt the levee of a purse-proud peer, 0! teach the vassal courtier how to share To rob poor Fielding of the curule chair3 ? The royal favour with the public pray'r: Let the lean bard, whose belly, void of bread, Like Latium's genius 9 stem thy country's doom, Puffs up pierian vapours to his head, And, though a Cæsar smile, remember Rome; In birth-day odes his flimsy fustian vent, . With all the patriot dignify the place,

And torture truth into a compliment; And prove at least one statesman may have Wear out the knocker of a great man's door, grace.

Be pimp and poet, furnish rhyme or whore ;

Or fetch and carry for some foolish lord, * Earl of Chesterfield.

, Brutus.

To sneak--a sitting footman at his board.
If such the arts that captivate the great,
Be yours, ye bards! the sun-shine of a state ;

For place or pension prostitute each line ;

Make gods of kings, and ministers divine;

Swear St. John's self could neither read nor TO DOCTOR THOMSON, 1755.

write, Sed quia mente minus validus, quam corpore And Cumberland • out-bravoes Mars in fight; toto,

Call Dorset patriot, Willes 5 a legal tool, Nil audire velina, nil discere, quod levet ægrum, Horace 6 a wit, and Dodington a fool. Fidis offendar medicis.


prince dying, the world was inclined to favour doctor Thompson's recommendations. He was

an intimate friend of Mr. P. Whitehead, and PREFACE.

a favourite with him at the prince's-court. He The reader will perceive, from two or three

was a man of a peculiar character; but learned,

singular, and ingenious. passages in the following epistle, that it was

2 The Tagus—a principal river of Portugal, written some time since ; nor indeed would the whole of it bave now been thought interesting

famous for golden sands. enough to the public, to have passed the press,

Qua Tagus auriferis pallet turbatus arenis. had not the physical persecution, carried on

Sil, xvi. 559. against the gentleman' to whom it it is address- 3 It is reported, that during the time Mr. ed, provoked the publication. When a body of Addison was secretary of state, when his old men, too proud to own their errours, and too pru- friend and ally Ambrose Phillips applied to him dent to part with their fees, shall (with their for some preferment, the great man very coolly legions of understrappers) enter into a conspi- answered, that “he thought he had already racy against a brother practitioner, only for ho- provided for him, by making him justice for nestly endeavouring to moderate the one, and Westminster.” To which the bard, with some rectify the other; such a body, our author ap- indignation, replieil, “ though poetry was a prehends, becomes a justifiable object of satire ; trade he could not live by, yet he scorned to owe and only wishes his pen had, on this occasion, a his subsistence to another, which he ought not like killing efficacy with theirs.

to live by."~llowever great men, in our days, may practise the secretary's prudence, certain

it is, the person here pointed at was very far Why do you ask, “ that in this courtly dance, from making a precedent of his brother poet's Of in and out, it ne'er was yet my chance, principles. To bask beneath a statesman's fost'ring smile, 4 It is apprehended, our modern campaigns And share the plunder of the public spoil ?" cannot fail of furnishing the reader with a pro

E’er wants my table the health-chearing meal, per supply for this passage. With Banstead mutton crown'd, or Essex veal?

s Lord high admiral Willesa title, by

which this excellent chief magistrate is often disi Dr. Thompson was one of the physicians to tinguished among our mariue, for his spirited Frederick, prince of Wales, in that disorder vindication of the supremacy of the civil flag, which ended his life. Upon that occasion, the and rectifying the martial mistakes of some late doctor differed from all the physicians that at naval tribunals. tended his highness, which brought upon him 6 A certain modern of that name, whose sole their most virulent rage and indignation; for the pretension to this character (except a little arch

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