"Mark those numbers pale and horrid, "Those were once my sailors bold, "Lo each hangs his drooping forehead, "While his dismal tale is told. "I by twenty sail attended, "Did this Spanish town affright; 66 Nothing then its wealth defended 66 But my orders not to fight: "O! that in this rolling ocean "I had cast them with disdain, "And obey'd my hearts' warm motion, "To have quell'd the pride of Spain; "For resistance I could fear none, "Then the Bastimentos never "Had our foul dishonour seen, "Nor the sea the sad receiver "Of this gallant train had been. “Then, like thee, proud Spain dismayings "And her galleons leading home, 86 Though condemn'd, for disobeying "To have fallen, my country crying, 66 66 Unrepining at thy glory, Thy successful arins we hail; But remember our sad story, "And let Hosier's wrongs preval. "Sent in this foul clime to languish, "Think what thousands fell in vain, "Wasted with disease and anguish, "Not in glorious battle slain. "Hence with all my train attending "Wander through the midnight gloom. " Oer these waves for ever mourning, "Shall we roam deprived of rest, "If to Britain's shores returning "You neglect my just request; "After this proud foe subduing, "When your patriot friends you see, "Think on vengeance for my ruin, "And for England shamed in me."" MYLES COOPER. 1785. The following specimens are the best which could be se lected, from a volume of very indifferent Poems, on Several Occasions.'-Printed at Oxford, 1761; the author was of Queens' College. EPITAPH. "LIFE is a jest" the bard averr'd, THE TURNCOAT. AN EPIGRAM: Written at a General Election. His head long since, Sir Gusman turn'd, 'Twas pity no man thought; But all the world seem'd much concern'd, When Gusman turn'd his coat. The contest ended, he has got To see how much we think his coat ON THE SAME. A turncoat! Heavens, it cannot be; As Teague once turn'd his stocking |