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Your Hampden, your Sydney, your Chatham, and Burke,.

Your Fox too, and Sheridan dear;:
Their spirits, great. patriots ! around you still lurkg.

While good Romilly still breathes this air.
Be true to yourselves and to Liberty's call,

And ne'er let this charter decay,
And whilst the old ocean encircles the ball,

Let Freedom her banners display.
Let Ebrington ever, esteemed, be your choice,

And support cld Devonia's brave sons :
give to him freely your hearts, hands, and voice
And taste. Liberty's stream while it runs!

ACHATES:

On the Sense of the County:
When oppression had spread o'er the land like a plague,

And corruption combin'd to destroy;
Fair Liberty Hled with a countenance vague,.

And her sons were turn’d out of employ.
On a rock, for a time, she sat pensive and mute,

While the billows besprinkled her feet;
When a bard from the ocean arose with his lute,

And struck up his music most sweet.
Much charm’d with his song, she arose from her place,

And determined no more to despair;
Then welcom’d the bard with a modest embrace,

And the minstrel convey'd through the air..
There, there, cry'd, the fair one, and pointed asar,

To Devon go tune up your song ;
Though its spirit is cow'd, it is not broken there,

Go bid them in union be strong.
Independence their standard, and one for their guide,

Their champion shall be “ God knows who;"
Then lift up thy voice, 'gainst corruption and pride,

And fix for thy leader, LORD HUGH..

The

sense of the county beam'd forth at the call,
The yoke of oppression fell off ;
And lelt Liberty's sons to resound one and all,

And laugh at fell tyranny's scoff.
The sneers of low malice, the slander of fools,

Is what bravest victors expect ;
When corruption is fall’n, these are the poor tools,

That repine to see wisdom so deck'd.
But the wreath that encircles the brows of LORD HUGH,

Shall cast such a shade on our foes,
That each year, further triumphs shall rise to our view,

And each moment further trophies disclose.
The sense of the county most ably expressid,

In the laurels on EBRINGTON's brow;
By FOUR THOUSAND and NINETY bis merits confess'd,

And the base Coalition does bow.
Then never, O never, your standard forsake,

But when callod, to your Champion repair :
Your sense is best shewn in the leader you take,

Though he cometh from “ Heav'n knows where !"

Substance of a Dialogue, which took place shortly

after the Election for the County of Devon, A. D. 1818, between two celebrated Characters, the new Misrepresentative of Devon, and his Representative, Andrew Pop.

SCENE--- New London Inn.

To the Right Hon. Lord Viscount Ebrington, the following hasty. Sketch is humbly dedicated, by

The LORD KNOWS WHO..

ANDREW. How did

you

feel my Lord, I pray you tell me, When on returning from the Hustings' front, After that contest warm, with honor crown'd. (According to our usage of the word) You to the Judges' room retired?

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MISREPRESENTATIVE.
Oh Andrew Pop! thou know'st l've done those things
That then recoil'd upon my inmost soul!
Then did I despise my populariiy,
Which seemed what in fact I knew it was,
A bauble dearly bought to prove my ruin !
Then did I well remember that same day
When I with humble and familiar courtesy
Doff'd

my

white hat unto an oyster wench,
And when two shoeblacks bad, “ God speed thee well,”
These had the tribute of my supple knee,
With –6. thanks my hearty fellows-kindest friends."
Then too I thought of Habeas Corpus fame,
When out of foul pretence my seat I vacated,
And with apparent zeal for England's rights,
Broke from the House of Commons, violent,
T'embark from Castle Hill, to canvass Devon!

ANDREW.
Had
you

such leisure in the little room
To think of secrets such as these, my Lord ?

MISREPRESENTATIVE.
Indeed I had; for when I entered there
No one with salutation greeted me.
There did I stand, expecting to receive
Congratulations from all those before me.
In lieu of which, cold ayes and noes resound
From those to whom I then address'd niyself.
And when in terms most kind, I asked my colleague
Me to accompany in car, with hireling mob,
All his reply was (couched in terms decisive,
Which to my very soul was grating) “ never.”
Twas time to move :—my friends arrived to say
The boat was waiting in the Castle Yard,
And that my hireling mob and unpaid constables
Were anxious, waiting my approach.
Then did I hasten forth, and soon embarked,
'Midst cries of liberty my name loud sounding
In the throats of thousand dirty fellows;
But, as we went, above the level of the giddy crowd,
I thought upon the loss that all bad felt

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In Acland's resignation ; who, in his fall,
Struck me (that sought to stay hini) such a blow
That sent ine, overwbelmed with keen disgrace,
Back to my maudlin mob. Mistaken fools !
Who thought with shameless clamour and loud din
To thrust me on the county, as a man
Fit to become ils representative.--A las !
Little do they know of me as yet :—but thou, my Pops
Knowext:right well how much they are deceived,
Who think I tax, tithes, or sinecures
Design to move. - No, Andrew ;: I, my friend,
Having thus climbed unto the giddy summit
(Upon the dirtiest ladder possible) of my ambition,
Am deep resolved, to scout these

very

fellows Who by their mopsticks and their gross iinpertinence Kept all my foes-i'ih' rear!. Those who I swore Should for their trouble in good coin receive. Six shillings clear per day, shall be cut off With hangman's wages. See, Andrew; see thou to't.

ANDREW.. I will, my Lord !

MISREPRESENTATIVE.

Stay, Andrew !-Wait, my Pop
Whilst I unfold to thee a tale of horror
Shall freeze thy very blood and harrow up thy soul!

ANDREW.
Speak, speak, my Lord: you look full heavily.

MISREPRESENTATIVE.
Aye, Andrew, I have passed a wretched night-
A night of horror-full of ugly sights, and dreams,
The which, to purchase all the freeholders in Deron,
I would not pass again; too full it was of terror.

ANDREW

What was your dream, my Lord ; I pray you tell

MISREPRESENTATIVE. Oh, Pop immaculate, attentive listen! Methought that stationed in a room at Fuidge, Forth came my

friends, who had supported me; Close after them, an auctioneer, foul fiend, Came with a pondrous hammer and a desk ;:

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friend, —iny

Next came a jew, who held in either hand
A bond ; one from the Earl iny father, one mine own.
Each for ten thousand pounds and upwards,
Oh, 'twas a fearful sight, my

Pop!-
Lord, Lord, methought what sums they were to pay.
What dreadful noise of unpaid constables
Howled in mine ears, the threat'ned crash
of Bampfylde House, wherein sat my committee.
Methoughi I saw a thousand open mouths
Of hungry mob, begging to have the loaf-
The large huge loaf- of which I cramined them
With the full expectation of its size, and coming.
A thousand next, whom taxes gnawed upon;
Others that wished the tithes abolished ;
And more, that prayed to me to be enrolled
In the commission of the peace for Devon.
A thousand more who were by mne employed
At the election, to seduce such voters
As to the town had come to vote against me.
These too appeared as though their carcasses
Longed to be filled, and were expectant waiting.
Nought was 'there here whereon to feed them:
Sheep were in plenty, but they were at grass,
Not was there aught to drink; an empty Cann
Of Spreyton Clay, with face and lid well brazed,
(Made in defiance of the tax on brass)
Hard by the Auctioneer was placed, who seemed
To mock my griefs, and falsify my word.
Next came a thousand more, with faded leaves
Of laurel in their hats, on dirty poles;
These, after opening full upon my sight,
Gave place to various others, who were come,
Resolved that I should make all smooth and plain,
Called on me to dethrone the king; the nobles
To place below the level of the envious crowd,
That “ they, the source of power,” might rule supreme.
My kindred next, and next my interests rose ;
Dukes, earls, and all the ennobled heads
That flock around the throne of this great nation,
Me soon environed ;-and their stern rebuke
Made me reflect all

my

baneful doctrines;

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