Portland Gazette, And Maine Advertiser

On the evening after the intelligence of
Lord Nelson's victory and death were received
in London, the following lines were spoken by Mr. Wroughton, on the Drury Lane
theatre.

Is there a man, who this great triumph hears
And with his transports does not mingle tears?
For tho' Britannia's flag victorious flies,
Who can refrain from grief when Nelson dies!
Stretch'd on his deck amid surrounding fires
More Phoenix-like the Gallant Chief expires;
Cover'd with trophies, let his ashes rest,
His memory lives in every British breast,
His dirge our groans, his monument our praise
And whilst each tongue this grateful tribute pays,
His soul ascends to Heav'n in glory's brightest blaze.