Though Valois braved young Edward's gentle hand,
And Albert rushed on Henry's way-worn band,
With Europe's chosen sons, in arms renowned,
Yet not on Vere's bold archers long they looked,

Nor Audley's squires nor Mowbray's yeomen brooked,
They saw their standard fall, and left their monarch bound.

HER GRACE

DUCHESS OF WELLINGTON,

PRINCESS OF WATERLOO,
&c., &c., &c.,

THE FOLLOWING VERSES

ARE MOST RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED BY

THE AUTHOR.

ADVERTISEMENT.

It may be some apology for the imperfections of this poem, that it was composed hastily, and during a short tour upon the Continent, when the Author's labors were liable to frequent interruption; but its best apology is, that it was written for the purpose of assisting the Waterloo Subscription.