DAME.

Yes: I have brought, to helpe your vows, Horned poppie, cypreffe boughes,

The fig-tree wild, that growes on tombes, And juice that from the larch-tree comes, The bafilifke's bloud, and the viper's skin : And now our orgies let's begin.

No. XXXV.

ADMIRAL HOSIER'S GHOST.

GLOVER.

"This was a Party Song, written by the ingenious author of Leonidas, on the taking of Porto-Bello from the Spaniards by Admiral Vernon, Nov. 22, 1739.—The cafe of Hofier, which is here fo pathetically represented, was briefly this : In April, 1726, that commander was fent with a strong fleet into the Spanish West Indies, to block up the galleons in the ports of that country, or fhould they prefume to come out, to feize and carry them into England: he accordingly arrived at the Baftimentos near Porto-Bello; but being employed rather to overawe than to attack the Spaniards, with whom it was probably not our intereft to go to war, he continued long inactive on that flation, to his own great regret. He afterwards removed to Carthagena, and res mained cruifing in thefe feas till far the greater part of his men perifbed deplorably by the difeafes of that unhealthy climate. This brave man, feeing his best officers and men thus daily fwept away, his flips expofed to inevitable destruction, and himself made the sport of the enemy, is faid to have died of a broken heart.--Such is the account of Smollet, compared with that of other less partial writers.”

As near Porto-Bello lying,

On the gently fwelling flood,
At midnight, with ftreamers flying,
Our triumphant navy rode;

WOL. II.

There,

There, while Vernon fate all glorious
From the Spaniards' late defeat,
And his crews, with fhout victorious,
Drank fuccefs to England's fleet,

On a fudden, fhrilly founding,
Hideous yells and shrieks were heard;
Then, each heart with fear confounding,
A fad troop of ghosts appear'd,
All in dreary hammocks fhrouded,
Which for winding fheets they wore,
And with looks, by forrow clouded,
Frowning on that hoftile fhore.

On them gleam'd the moon's wan lustre,
When the fhade of Hofier brave
His pale bands was feen to muster,
Rifing from their watery grave.
O'er the glimmering wave he hied him,
Where the Burford rear'd her fail,
With three thousand ghofts befide him,
And in groans did Vernon hail.

-"Heed, oh heed our fatal story,
"I am Hofier's injured ghoft;
"You, who now have purchased glory,
"At this place where I was loft!
"Though in Porto-Bello's ruin,

"You now triumph, free from fears,

*Admiral Vernon's fhip.

"When

"When you think on our undoing,
"You will mix your joy with tears.

"See these mournful fpectres fweeping
"Ghaftly o'er this hated wave,

"Whose wan cheeks are ftain'd with weeping;
"Thefe were English captains brave.
"Mark those numbers, pale and horrid,
"Those were once my failors bold:
"Lo, each hangs his drooping forehead,
"While his difmal tale is told!

"I, by twenty fail attended,

"Did this Spanish town affright;
"Nothing then its wealth defended,
"But my orders not to fight.
"Oh! that in this rolling ocean
"I had caft them with difdain,

"And obey'd my heart's warm motion
"To have quell'd the pride of Spain !

"For refiftance I could fear none,
"But with twenty ships had done
"What thou, brave and happy Vernon,
"Haft achiev'd with fix alone.
"Then the Baftimento's never
"Had our foul difhonour feen,

"Nor the fea the fad receiver
"Of this gallant train had been.

"Thus, like thee, proud Spain difmaying, "And her galleons leading home, "Though condemn'd for disobeying, "I had met a traitor's doom; “To have fallen, my country crying "He has play'd an English part, "Had been better far than dying Of a grieved and broken heart.

"Unrepining at thy glory,

"Thy fuccefsful arms we hail; "But remember our fad ftory,

"And let Hofier's wrongs prevail. "Sent in this foul clime to languish, "Think what thousands fell in vain, "Wasted with disease and anguish, "Not in glorious battle flain.

"Hence with all my train attending
"From their oozy tombs below;
"Through the hoary foam afcending,
"Here I feed my conftant woe:
"Here, the Baftimentos viewing,
"We recal our fhameful doom,

"And, our plaintive cries renewing,
"Wander through the midnight gloom.

"O'er these waves for ever mourning "Shall we roam, deprived of reft,