THE
Newsman's Present,
TO
HIS WORTHY CUSTOMERS,
FOR THE YEAR 1810.

WHILE Ruin's fatal darts are hurl'd
Round the wide Empire of the World,
And Death triumphant in the fray,
Marks with his horrid spoils the day,
Firm amid the alarm of war,
Albion sits serenely great,
Unmoved by all the shocks of fate,
And hears the tumult die afar.

Soon the Tyrant's blood-stain'd wreath
Withers on his head and dies;
Blasted by the widow's sighs,
While it shades him underneath.
Fear and dark suspicion prey,
Chill distrust and black dismay,
Vengeance on his conscience rolls,
All the blood of slaughter'd souls.

Guarded by a nation's prayers,
Britain's scepter'd Sire appears,
Bending with the weight of years,
And the pressure of her cares;
While they share a filial part,
In th' affection of his heart;
Him the Parent and the King,
Loud his grateful People sing.

Far distant be the fatal day.
That rends from us our King away;
And when at length Great Britain weeps
Upon the spot where Grandeur sleeps;
When Time shall lay th' anointed head,
And rest among the honor'd dead;
May his illustrious Heir arise,
And wipe the tears from all our eyes.

This year your Newsman's run his round,
And now that mirth and joy abound,
Hopes by your bounty kind to share
This joyous season of the year.

Then with ceaseless studious care,
Will strive to please another year;
And quickly bear the news away,
To his kind friends from day to day.
Not scorching heat, nor piercing cold,
Nor lightning's flash, nor thunders loud,
Nor stormy tempests, wind or rain,
Shall e'er his willing feet detain.
And may my Benefactor's joy
This Christmas be without alloy;
And many years successive see
Of Health, Peace, and Prosperity,

## The NATIVITY.

What wond'rous, what amazing love,
Brought Our Saviour from above;
And leave his blest abode on high,
To save mankind from misery.

To make his entrance on the earth,
The heavenly host declare his birth,
Led by a Star the Wise Men meet,
And worship at the Infant's feet.

Behold the Prophets all agreed,
That in the woman's promis'd seed,
Should sinner of degen'rate race,
Bless and adore Almighty Grace.

Let men of diff'rent tribes conspire,
And feel a holy strong desire,
The Infant Saviour to proclaim,
Adore and bless his sacred name.

O may we all unite and raise,
Loud Hallelujah's to his praise;
And every sinful passion cease,
That we may live in love and peace.

Shout for joy ye nations round,
And let your praises high resound,
To him whose boundless grace and love,
Inspires our hopes of joys above.

STRINGER, PRINTER, ISLINGTON