LIBERTY ELECTED; or, FOX in TRIUMPH.

NOW Liberty's Champion in triumph he comes,
Exalted, applauded, what fhouts of the throng;
Huzza! huzza! to brave Fox now huzza!
It enlivens the heart of each true British foul,
So chair him all day, and at night quaff a bowl,
And toaft Freedom and Fox in a bumper,
A bumper to Charly, huzza!

Such a strong oppofition there never was known,
A hungry cur, always will fnarle for the bone;
Huzza! huzza! &c.

To fcrutinize now they are begging, I hear,

To fupport the poor Knight that locks up the small beer.
So Freedom and Fox in a bumper,

A bumper to Charly, huzza!

Charm'd with Fox's merit, then Vict'ry flew down,
Our hero, the fav'rite of freedom, to crown.

Huzza! huzza! &c.

Surrounded with laurel, with feat ever green,
And wreaths of fine flowers, our champion is feen.
So Freedom and Fox in a bumper,

A bumper to Charly, huzza!

Thus the victor in triumph he haftens along,
Each window is crowded, and multitudes throng.

Huzza! huzza! &c.

You'd think that the air it would rend with applaufe,
Since Charly with honour has got through the caufe.
Then Freedom and Fox in a bumper,

A bumper to Charly, huzza!

Not one in the Senate fo able to fit,

As that man who has eloquence, honour, and wit.
Huzza! huzza! &c.

Fox he is the man, and we'll on him depend,

He'll not ftarve an old foldier to ferve his own end
Then Freedom and Fox in a bumper,

A bumper to Charly, huzza!

To Mr. C. J. F O X.-By a FRENCHMAN.

OH puiffe tu, le Ciceron de l'Angleterre,
Par Weftminster etre elu de nouveau:
Vu ton patriotifme et fi noble et fi fier,
Le vray Anglois attend d'eux ce cadeau.

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The DUCHESS ACQUITTED: Or, The TRUE CAUSE of the MAJORITY on the WESTMINSTER ELECTION.

SOME ftrive to wound the virtuous name

Of De-n-re's, Dunn's fame,
Thofe beauteous, peerlefs pair;

And all the toiling earneft throng,
Let's celebrate in tuneful fong,

The brunette and the fair.

When charms confpire, and join their aid,
What mortal man is not afraid?

Who can unmov'd remain ?
What heart is fafe, whofe vote fecure,
When urg'd by the refiftlefs pow'r
Of Venus and her train?

Let Slander, with her haggard eye,
No more blafpheme with hideous cry
Th' indefatigable dame.

"Twas Venus in difguife, 'tis faid,
These efforts thro' the town difplay'd,
And her's alone the blame.

Than beauty's force and mighty pow'r,
Than charms exerted ev'ry hour,

What greater cause of fear?

Firm refolution melts away,
At beauty's fo fuperior fway,

And Falfehood feems as fair.

The heart that ftill retain'd love's fire,
Unchill'd by age, warm with defire,
Could not refift their fway;
'Twas this rais'd Fox's numbers higher,
This did the tardy votes infpire-
Ah! poor Sir Cecil Wray!

Some fay falfe arts and bafe chicane;
Some Spitalfields accufe in vain;

Who could have fuch withstood?
Ev'n Wray himfelf, if fo carefs'd,
The mighty influence had confefs'd,
It own'd had been by Hood,

Let no one dare, with lips profane,
Fair De-n-re or others ftain;
The influence is divine.
The fault, if any, let them place
To Venus, her feductive grace,
And her redoubted fhrine.

Tune-Come, ye lads who wish to shine.

COME, ye fons of Freedom, come,
Repair unto the banner,

Where Liberty erects her head,

And points the path of Honour. "Chufe my fav'rite FOX," fhe cries,

"The Champion of Old Albion: "He always will protect our rights, "Against the Court's intrufion." Boldly pufh, the cause maintain,

Nor heed the threats of power, For fpirits firm and hearts of oak,

Will dare each adverse hour.

Then for FOX, my lads, buzza! &c.
What tho' new Peers like mushrooms rife,
T'attend Corruption's fummons,
And Wilkes fupports Prerogative,

To trample on the Commons.

Yet, fteady, we'll for FOX buzza! &c.
Shall Judas, who betrays his friend,
E'er tax the fair to ruin?

Or gain his midnight back-stairs end,
Our freedom's fame undoing?
No-ftill for FOX we will huzza! &c.
Then Britons come, intrepid fouls,

Succefs crowns our endeavour,
For FOX, and LOVE and LIBERTY,
Shall be our theme for ever.

Huzza for FOX, my lads, huzza!
The Champion of Old Albion:
He always will protect our rights,
Against the Courts intrufion.

Te veniente dia, te decente canebat.

WERE I to write, no man fhould grace the page,
But her's-the jewel of the prefent age;

In every fentence, and in every line,

The virtues of a Devonshire fhould fhine;

That noble heroine, in prime of life,

The tender'it parent, and th' endearing wife!

With dignity as far as rank requires,

In mercy lib'ral, chafte in her defires;

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Her ne'er fwells with precedence of place,
Nor fpurns at feeing others in difgrace;

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The DUCHESS ACQUITTED: Or, The TRUE CAUSE of the MAJORI"
WESTMINSTER ELECTION.

To Bankers, their names in the papers you'll find,
Who the smallest donations to receive are inclin❜d.
He wou'd not folicit fo much for your aid,

But fupplies must be had when a fcrutiny's made;
Tho' his hopes are but flight to get fuch fcrutineers,
And fet afide numbers fo great as appears,

Yet the money fubfcrib'd of great ufe will be found,
And your Petitioner will pray, as in duty he's bound.

We have inferted the above ftanzas merely for their well-meaning, and believe the writer, at the age of affection runs through the whole of the compofition, and seems to fay with the Pfalmift, "Old and young, praife 80, feems to have spoke from his heart. They are certainly inelegant, but a kind of patriarchal honesty and "ye the virtues ci a DEVONSHIRE!"

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