With thee to rise, or not survive thy fall,

As the dread thunders of that untamed host:

Thy fleet, Britannia, is thy proudest boast;

Awful, majestic, firm; its flag unfurl’d

Shall long wave lordly o’er the conquered world;

Hateful to foes for triumphs yet to be,

The rightful Sovereign of the subject sea.—Ed.]

No. XXXVI.[[305]]

Monday, July 9, 1798.

We shall miss thee;