en told the number was fifteen;
For England was his care.

Then with a bright benignant smile,
Inploring blessings on our isle,
Bade Collingwood adieu:
Oh, gracious God! my soul receive,
From troubles England quick relieve,
And peace again renew.

Oh death! thy keen unwelcome blow,
Laid England's darling bleeding low,
The hour he gain'd the day;
Soon as thy hand, had clos'd his eyes,
A beautious angel from the skies;
Flew with his soul away.

To taste sweet joys beyond the grave,
That are allotted for the brave,
Who fall in victory's arms:
Many a tar we hope to find,
Will prove he has the hero's mind,
When signals raise alarms.

TRUTH.

The unsuspecting often meet deceit,
By fawning wretches that would kiss their feet;
Such is the case, that man to man you'll see,
Would for a shilling a curs'd traitor be.
Too well I know by sad experience bought,
Man have by artful means my ruin sought;
And would have plung'd me in extreme distress,
To gain their aims, or make their troubles less.
Mankind sometimes will act a knavish part,
And unexpected use deceit and art.
The world is grown so fond of getting cash,
That for its sake they'll do what's base or rash:
Will make him drunk to gain a neighbour's wife,
Forge a last will, or take away his life:
A rape commit and laws avenge defy,
Flog a poor boy, or tell a flagrant lye:
Oft have I seen a poor and friendless child,
Flog'd near to death and made by torments wild;
For faults so small that blame you cou'd not see,
Nor cou'd his Master mention them to me;
When I the monster did upbraid, he swore
Another time he'd give him ten times more.
Scenes such as these too often do appear,
And pity 'tis some punishments severe,
Was not inflicted on the sordid elf,
Either by hanging, or the loss of wealth.

BETSY'S TEARS,
A SONG.

Oh Betsy hide that starting tear,
That fain would speak distress;
A cherub's aid will soon appear,
And make your sufferings less.

You say no pity you can crave,
For misery here below;
Then rest your hopes beyond the grave,
Where God great mercy show.

To every damsel in distress,
If penitents they prove;
He quickly make their sorrows less,
And send again his love.

The villian that betra