Th' infernal magic spell her palsy'd voice,
Perplex'd--confounded 'midst a maze of choice ;
370 Whilst all without to heights anarchial wrought,
The promp of passion, or the pride of thought,
'Till vulgar councils sit in bold debate,
And votes plæbean awe the wayward state,
Then factious fires th' impassion'd heart might feel,
374 And rage delirious with phantastic zeal,
'Till civil fury give the impious blow,
And brother's blood in mingling currents flow,
'Till kindred carnage heap the humid vale,
And loath'd effluvia taint he passing gale :
380 But days so dire no son of thine shall see,
So GEORGE resolves, and such is Heav'n's decree.—
O ! precious offspring of the Queen of Isles,
Nurst in the sunbeam of thy Mother's smiles, &c. &c.

TOWARDS the conclusion of this Introduction.
(which we could wish to have published intire for the
sake of our Readers) the Author celebrates in sweetest
strains the establishment of order and repose through-
out the Colonies, and after the most just and strik-
ing representations of their happy state under the dis-
positions of the Mother-Country, he proceeds to say ;
    HENCE-