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No Fox to oppose us, triumphant we'll rule;

Galloping dreary dun,
We'll browbeat the Lords, make the Commons our tool.

With his haily, gaily, gamboraily,

Galloping dreary dun,
The ruler he heard, and approv'd the advice,

Galloping dreary dun,
And eager both Houfes diffolv'd in a trice.

With our haily, gaily, gamboraily,

Galloping dreary dun.
To call a new Senate, he issued his writ;

Galloping dreary dun,
But behold he now finds he is trap'd in the Pita

With his haily, gaily, gamboraily,

Galloping dreary dun,
To frighten the Freemen--but mark the event;

Galloping dreary dun,
To the Huftings, the horse, foot, and black-guards were sent

With haily, gaily, gamboraily,

Galloping dreary dun.
In the cause of Sir Judas, the venal have poll'd,

Galloping dreary dun,
And the timid compelld, in hís lists have enroll’d.

With haily, gaily, gamboraily,

Galloping dreary dun.
Yet, each Freeman, with spirit asserting his right,

Galloping dreary dun,
For Fox gives a plumper in Cecil's despight.

With haily, gaily, gamboraily,

Galloping dreary dun.
Too late, poor Sir Judas repents of his fin,

Galloping dreary dun,
Thrown out from the houle, Fox fairly gets in.

With his haily, gaily, gamboraily,

Galloping dreary dun.
Great Judas, of old, tied his neck in a string,

Galloping dreary dun,
An example for you, to Sir Cecil go fwing.

With your haily, gaily, gamboraily,

Galloping dreary dun.
The immaculate statesman inay also be bit,

Galloping dreary dun,
The Dutch play'd a tragedy, called “ De Wit.”

With haily, gaily, gamboraily,

Galloping dreary dun.

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What once has been play'd, may be play'd o'er again,

Galloping dreary dun,
A word to the wife, should be ne'er spoke in vain.

With his haily, gaily, gamboraily,

Galloping dreary dun.

W. P. C.

* Addressed to the ELECTORS of WESTMINSTER.

YE sons of Freedom, natives of an ifle,
In story deem'd the patriot's happy foil ;
Where public virtue erst was wont to tread,
Where SYDNEY flourish'd, and where RUSSELL bled:
For rights Plebeian shed his generous blood,
And died a martyr to the public good.
When tyrants ruld, and, deck'd in regal pride
Oppression grew, and pour'd her crimson tide ;
The scaffold blushing bore th' ignoble ftain,
And seem'd to we p another Nero's reign.
Read, oh ye Britons ! read the historic page,
Nor let example perish with the

Extend its influence to a later day,
And be alive to all it would convey.
IF TYRANTS fting you with their rage anew,
See Fox your SYDNEY, and your RUSSELL too;
Great in the Senate, Patriot to the end,
The peoples' advocate-BRITANNIA's friend.
O then support him in the coinmon cause !
He fights your battles, and reveres your laws;
By MAGNA CHART A, fteers his constant track,
And braves the storin that would fair FREEDOM wreck.
Then aid his Patriot-worth-—with Fox unite,
To drive Corruption vanquish'd from the fight :
Tell the base miscreant lurking in the shade,
Where ferpent-broods, the tainted grafs invade;
Where deadly nighthade spreads her gloomy green,
And weeds obnoxious poison all the scene.
Her dwelling here-her TEMPLE here behold,
Her Pitt corrupted and corrupting gold;
The bane of Virtue-EVIL's conftant root,
That bate of Robinson-that God of Bute :
Tell her e'en here, furrounded by the train,
Who fawning praise her for accurfed gain,
That flavish Peers no more Mall cautious tread,
The stairs contriv'd to screen the villain's head;
Where light excluded, or but dimly found,
The dami'd detractor steals along the ground:
The T-e charg'd with poison to the state,
The King's decriver, and the nation's hate.

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Tell her that these, thoarmd by SOVEREIGN power,
Big with resentment in an evil hour,
Should deal with envious sting, their mischief round,
And strive to blast the fame a Fox has found :
Still lives there Britons, warm with honest zeal,
Who know his worth, and will that worth reveal;
To nations telt it, and to nations show,
That FOX and FREEDOM triumphs o'er the FOE.

J. H.

* The



YE shades illustrious, who from earliest days
Have rais'd our wonder, and have claim'd our praise;
Who join'd the force of tyrant power to quell,
For freedom conquer'd, or with freedom fell :
Firm in the cause of liberty have stood,
Secur'd her rights, or feald them with your blood;
'Gainst proud oppression and her guilty crew,
The sword of justice, and of virtue drew:
Scourg'd vile corruption--crush'd the lawless train,
And gave to England-England's rights again :
Say, holy shades ! did e'er your gen'rous blood
Roll thro' your sons in a more noble flood
Than late when faction with a despot hand,
Spread wild confusion o'er this hapless land;
When a vile party, headed by a boy,
Strove the pure rights of Britons to destroy ;
Strove by each art that malice cou'd invent,
The rights of free election to prevent;
Call'd from the number of his venal crew,
A thing who ne'er one gen'rous passion knew;
And strove by arts, would shame us to repeat,
To force this reptile into honours seat.
Then, O) ye shades! by your bright names inspir'd,
Indignant rage our noble Patriots tird;
Urgʻd them the cause of freedom to espouse,
And pluck false honour from the stripling's brows :
Shew'd to the world, in powerful faction's fright,
A Briton dar'di support a Briton's right.
The tricks of state, both bribes and menace faild,
And patriot virtue 'gainst a Court prevaild;
Truth trampled malice-justice conquer'd wit,
And Fox and Freedom triumph'd over Pitt.

M. F.


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SAYS Hood to Sir Cecil, my wretched colleague,
My sharer in forrows-compeer in intrigue;
Pray tell what new schemes we can bring on the frocks,
The Council to bother, and plague this d-d Fox.
You see all our measures as yet have prov'd cross,
Not a project we start but it makes to our loss,
And Madan, from whom alfour hopes were rais'd higher,
Has prov'd me a fool and a damnable liar.
New Council ---new witness, in vain we may bring,
Since we know in the end, 'twill be just the same thing;
For a bad vote of his, we have two of our own,
Then why should we longer thus pefter the town.
All the world must observe, by the nose we are led,
Thro' us the revenge

of a faction is fed ;
Nor honour, nor justice, belong to our cause,
No hopes from ourselves, no fupport from the laws.
Thus Cecil replies,-never mind my dear friend,
No fame we can lose, we have none to defend ;
Then fuffer not trifles your patience to vex,
Our mafter we serve, and our foe we perplex.
Thus let us proceed, 'till we're order'd to stop,
That order obtain'd, we'll the scrutiny drop;
Mean time take this comfort, till prospects are riper,
Tho' we are the dancers, 'tis Pitt pays the piper.

M. F.

* To LORD HO O D. SAY Hood, what madness seiz'd thy brain, When virtue, conscience spoke in vain,

To warn thee of thy fate? Thy honour gone, thy glory loft, Thy every vain endeavour croft,

Grown wise, alas ! too late.
What cou'd induce thee hapless Lord,
To join with infamy thy word,

And all advice refuse?
To leave the paths of honest fame,
To forfeit every noble name,

Vile party to espouse?
A grateful city's cheerful love,
Eager thy conduct to approve,

(For who cou'd Hood suspect ?)
Call'd thee with one afsenting voice,
To join thee with their other choice,
Bright freedom to protect.

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From thee, who England's battles fought,
A Heady generous friend they fought,

Who'd ne'er hier rights betray;
None dreamt, one traind in glory's school,
Wou'd change--a ministerial tool,

And join a thing like Wray.
Say fince that fad ill-fated hour,
When yielding to the nod of power,

Thy own free will was lost,
Hlas thy poor bolom known a joy?
Does ought but cares thy mind employ?

In whirls of passion tost.,
Each coming day thy guilts increase;
Nor yet will daring madness cease,

Or see its desperate state :
Tolly, at first, our pity breeds,
Contempt, with infiny, fucceeds--

Such Hood will prove thy fate.
Oh! seize the present offer'd hour,
Quit the vile instruments of power,

And be thyself again;
Then o'er thy guilty errors paft,
Oblivion kind her veil shall cast,
And honour greet thy name.


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ADDRESS froin Sir CECIL WRAY to his friends in Westminster, as intended to be

jpoke by him from the Huflings at Covent Garden, on the final close of the poll, for the
purpose of raising money, under the idea of carry on a scrutiny, but in fact, to come at
ready rhino, that he may pay off the bills of his guzzling Committees.

CHURCHILL, in the Chair.
THE poll is clos'd-determind is my fate,
To Fox 1 yield, and feel his patriot weight.
But yet my friends, before you are dismiss'd,
E'er yet I'm hooted or that you get hiss'd,
And e'er this Fox in conquest mounts the chair!
(Whilft shouts victorious fhake the ambient air !)
Permit your Wray some wisdom to dispense,
And own for once at least, I've common sense.-

You know, good citizens, what has been done;
" The cause to serve, what risques have I not run!
“ With great Newcastle, schemes I have devis'd,
" That e'en our chairman, Churchill, has surpris'd.
Churchill the wife, the Mentor of the times,
Prince of Committees-King of all their crimes;

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