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 An Elegy on the much lamented Death of His Royal Highnes, William, Duke of Cumberland, who died suddenly on Thursday, October 31, 1765, at his Houe on Grovner-Square, in the 46th Year of his Age.

ritannia mourn! What dimal News we hear!

How fatal is the Tale to Britih Ear!

Great grim Death has nacth'd away;

A Debt to Nature which all Princes pay.

O Death! why could thy Dart o cruel be,

That it could trike no other Man but He?

A Prince, by England, mot rever'd, and lov'd;

His Royal Conduct was by All approv'd.

In mournful Strain to him our Voice we'll raise,

And Fame's loud Trumpet hall his Actions praie.

Even in his Youth, how affable, how kind,

How hining were his Sentiments of Mind!

A generous Friend, both to Rich and Poor,

No one went empty-handed from his Door;

Before he arrived unto his Twentieth Year,

His Praies were reounded Far and Near;

Taught Principles of Truth, his growing Fame,

Did oon acquire him a mot glorious Name.

His Royal Father, eeing that his Son,

In warlike Feats, by None would be outdone;

He put the General's Staff into his Hand,

And of his Forces gave him chief Command;

A General brave, a Soldier's contant Friend,

By them is now lamented in his End.

Thee humble Lines their Sorrows cannot how,

The Veteran Soliders Eyes with Tears overflow;

The Cry goes round, 'Our Glorious dead;

And from his Body his dear Soul is fled;

A braver General never took the field,

For to his Enemies he ne'er would yield.

In Germany's fair plains, there Fame be ought;

And, like a Lion, with Forces fought;

And tho' oe'r-power'd, by Numbers, every Day

HE never to the Enemy gave way;

But till with Honour to Great Britan's Caue,

He did defend it's Liberty and Laws;

A Scourge to, and Enemy to ,

Unto this dying Breath he did remain;

The Pope and Popery he would cry down,

And fought the Battles of the Crown;

The Caue of Protetants he did defend,

His Ear he always to Complaints would lend;

In Germany, when he commanded there,

He always of their Interet took great care.

When the Pretender into Scotland came,

How then did glorious raie his Name;

He made their Forces fly,

And gain'd a Fame that ure will never die;

The Rebel Clan were ne'er o before,

Where Thouand Scots lay weltering in their Gore;

's Plains with Highland Blood did flow,

'Twas there our Hero did them overthrow;

And what our Britih Generals took in Hand,

T'was full compleated by great.

He diconcerted all the Rebels Schemes

And made them oon forget their Golden Dreams;

Made, and his Crew, to fly away,

And won the Vict'ry that important Day;

A Day mot glorious, in Great Britan's Caue,

Which did protect this Country, and her Laws;

His glorious Name in Britain e'er will hine,

From earthly Stage he's gone to one divine.