More fare than Rome who rul'd unnumber'd Kings,
Where Cæsars eagles never stretch'd their wings,
35 From polar climes where daylight scarcely gleams,
To where full Phoebus pours his torrid beams,
Where gorgeous Asia spreads the sumptuous loom,
Or stately Nabobs rear the princely dome,
where arid Afric gives to foreign toil,
40 Her pearly rivers and her golden foil,
Far as the Sachem roams the lonliest wood,
Or tempts with vent'rous barque Ontario's flood,
To where fair Europe's vernal regions rise
In medial climates and in temp'rate skies.—
45 The British pow'rs for sev'n successive years,
Had thus triumphant circled both the spheres,
O'er the whole globe their course of glory run
Whence day emerges to where sets the sun
No waste of life pollutes the Soldiers deed,
50 Nor wonton spoliage bids reflection bleed ; &c

AND after following her Armies home from a victori-
ous warfare throughout every quarter of the globe, he
delights us with the most magnificent scene that can
well be conceived, where the imagery, the sentiment,
and in front, all the powers of genius are surprizingly
charming ; at the close of that part where he de-
scribes the triumphant march of the British Armies to
t     he