Sordid, unfeeling, reprobate, degraded,
Spiritless outcast!”
[Kicks the Knife-grinder, overturns his wheel, and exit in a transport of Republican enthusiasm and universal philanthropy.]
No. III.
Nov. 30, 1797.
We have received the following from a loyal correspondent, and we shall be very happy at any time to be relieved, by communications of a similar tendency, from the drudgery of Jacobinical imitations.
THE INVASION;[[11]]
OR, THE BRITISH WAR SONG.
To the Tune of “Whilst happy in my native land”.
I.
Whilst happy in our native land,