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 A Nobleman was ſent to him,
 * for negotiation able,

And Bonaparte kindly ſet him
 * down at his own table;

And in a ſtory two hours long,
 * the gentleman was heard in,

Whilſt our ambaſſador declar'd
 * he could not get a word in. Bow wow, &c.

Tis plain," ſays he, "you all muſt ſee
 * "I pity Britain's blindneſs,

"And mean her eyes to open, juſt
 * "out of pure loving kindneſs;

"To ſet a generous people free,
 * "my legions fall, pell-mell, come;

"What think you?"—"Why, Sir, I think
 * "they'd be more free than welcome!" &c.

"Becauſe," ſays he (the Firſt Conſul),
 * "I'll bring you perfect bliſs, Sir,

"And Britons all ſhall happy be
 * "to ſee me as the Swiſs, Sir,

"The odds a hundred are to one,
 * ", though Fortune's Minion:

Says our ambaſſador to him
 * "I'm quite of your opinion." Bow, &c.

"Says he, My Lord, I'll take the field."—
 * "You'd better take the ocean."

"My plans are deep"---"Why, yes,
 * "they'll reach the bottom I've a notion."

"What would the Engliſh ſay to ſee me
 * twixt Boulogne and Dover?"

"Why, General, they'd ſurely think
 * "your Worſhip half ſeas over!" &c.