An Address To The Mob On Occasion Of The Late Riot At The House Of Sir Hugh Palliser

And is it thus, ye base and blind, And fickle as the shifting wind, Ye treat a warrior staunch and true, Grown old in combating for you? Can one false step, and made in haste, Thus cancel every service past? And have ye all at once forgot, (As who deservings have ye not?) That Palliser, like Keppel brave, Has baffled France on yonder wave; And when his country ask'd the stake, Has pledg'd his life for England's sake? Though now he sink oppress'd with shame, Forgetful of his former fame, Yet Keppel with deserv'd applause Proclaims him bold in Britain's cause, And to his well known courage pays The tribute of heroic praise. Go learn of him whom ye adore, Whose name now sets you in a roar, Whom ye were more than half prepar'd To pay with just the same reward, To render praise where praise is due, To keep his former deeds in view Who fought and would have died for you.