For that worthy ally is ftill anxious to find
If the Commons go on with a confidence blind,
And will not be work'd to quite different ends,
By attending to me and my frenchified friends.

But let me observe, that I mean not to blame
The conduct of those who to Parliament came,
While I in my ftudies fat quietly still,

Or fought rural delights by St. Anne's pleasant Hill
No-let thein attend, let them move, let them bawh
If matters grew ripe, I was foon within call.

I confider'd the fubject, and knew what to choofey
My own mind was fatisfied with its own views.

There are other events, I acknowledge, indeed,
May happen my farther attendance to need ;
An event may occur of great int'reft to us,
And questions produce I feel bound to difcufs.
I would not appear over-anxious and rude,
And therefore I'll not to the subject allude;
Yet fhould the occafion I hint at recur,
On my former opinions I fhall not demur:
For time and reflection have done nothing more
Than confirm the ideas I utter'd before.
All wishes for fuch an event I abjure,

To fay any thing more would be now premature.
With regard to the topic my friend Mr. Grey
Is about to bring forth in the old party way,
I will fay a few words, and without any fufs,
I'll abide the refult of the point we difcufs.
My conduct in future on that must depend,
And whether I ftill fhall the Commons attend.
If the question 's by Parliament flighted and croft,
I fhall boldly affirm that the country is loft.

I mean, and to fay it I care not a pin,

The country is loft unless we can get.
The ills we fo often foreboded, alas!

in.

Have happen'd, and worfe will, I fear, come to pass.
The danger increases, and ftill muft increase,
Unless I and my friends can negotiate a peace.
As fuch is our ftate, we fhould measures efpouse,
By additional efforts the nation to roufe ;

By

By the nation I always, you know, mean the mob,
Who in all innovations fhould still bear a bob.
But yet it depends on the Commons to shew
An example of fpirit to all folks below;

As they fhall decide, by our hope or our fear,
I fhall mufe at St. Anne's, or shall marshal you here.
March 1801.

THE

SPEECH AT THE WHIG CLUB.

TUESDAY, MAY 5.

[From the True Briton.]

HE plates all lick'd clean, and remov'd from the room, "Mr. Fox" was the toaft from wife Alderman C-e. 'T was drank with a roar; and, his thanks to declare, Charles arofe, and deliver'd this fpeech from the chair. "As on many occafions, I've stated, my friends, My habits of thinking, my conduct, my ends; Upon public affairs, on our meeting this day, I confefs I have now but a few words to fay.

"When I laft had the pleasure to see you, you know, In this very fame fpot, about two months ago, I inform'd you, my wishes had then fuch a fcope, That the change in the miniftry gave us fome hope; That perhaps too the Houfe in this change might partake, And the meafures it long had fupported, forfake.

At least I inform'd

"
you, was my full intent
To bring forth a difcuffion, and try the event.
For fince they were gone out, it was fure no great fin
That I and my friends fhould attempt to in.
get
But we're ftill, my good friends, in a pitiful cafe,
For I'm really in doubt, if a change has ta'en place.
The difcuffion I thought 't was in vain to attend,
As I then faw no chance of promoting our end;
Yet, impell'd by our party, I went and. I spoke,
And all our experiment vanifl'd in smoke.

"But think not I mean, my good friends, to relax, On the leaft gleam of hope I'll renew my attacks;

For

For, however difpos'd I may be to retire,
When matters are ripe I will foon fan the fire.
"If no credit at all with the public I find,
'Tis with pride I acknowledge this Club ftill is kind,
It gives me its confidence itill, and with reafon
Believes I am waiting for due time and feafon.

"'T is a common delufion we fee in mankind,
For what they prefer fair excules to find;
Yet, I think I fall only declare what is true,
Unconscious myself of deceiving, or you,
When I fay, in the Commons, to fpeak or to vote,
I can now for the Club not one object promote.
"Experience, alas! has too fatally flewn

The Commons no change in their fentiments own;
If a change, 't is in members of Administration ;
The fyftem 's the fame, and approv'd by the nation.
With Britons fo much does a monarchy fuit,
It confirms the old tale of the King and jack-boot ;
If he fent his jack-boot, as his proxy, to fway,
The Senate, he fwore, fhould that proxy obey.
But loyalty now has a till deeper root,

For the nation will worship a jack-boot's jack-boot."
This true Attic wit with eclat clos'd the day,
And the Whig Club in thunders refounded "Huzza!"

ANOTHER SPEECH AT THE SAME MEETING.

"Mr. Erskine and Trial by Jury," the toaft-
He arofe, and his merits thus ventur'd to boaft.

THANK you, my friends, for combining my name
With the Trial by Jury, the best kind of fame;

I confefs 't is a privilege I must adore ;
My regret is profound, that it now is no more.
7 lament the attacks public freedom fuftains,
I lament that strong ftatutes the prefs so restrains.
I own there are times when the trial by jury
May well be fufpended to curb rebel fury,

But

But now no rebellion is known in the land,
1am fure in confpiracies none take a hand.
affirm, I declare, I maintain, I infist,
I profess, I proteft, no commotions exift.

I am fure that our government now has no foes,
No perfons fufpected our prifons enclose.

Yet, refolv'd from right, justice, and reason to warp us,
The miniftry dare to fufpend Habeas Corpus.

I however fhall ftill at the ministry hoot,

Or, to borrow the wit of friend Fox, their jack-boot;

I fhall do on my fmall as he on his large fcale,

I a minnow in politics, he a vaft whale.

I'll now make an end, and I fwear till I die,
My abilities call for, and ready am 1.

A VOLUNTEER SONG,

DEDICATED TO THE KNIGHT MARSHAL'S VOLUNTEERS, BY SIR JAMES BLAND BURGESS, BART. K. M.

To the tune of "Ceafe rude Boreas."

N. B. We fhal' fee in the following article, that on a trifling occa

Gon thefe Refolvers difbanded themselves.

Think what horrors would o'ertake us,
Should this bafe defign fucceed,
How rebellion's hand would shake us,
How our hapless realm would bleed!

SLOW.

Ev'ry glory, ev'ry bleffing,

Which the freeman's bofom cheers, All that makes life worth poffeffing, All that kindred ties endears, Precepts moral and religious,

All our rights from law which flowThefe our foes, with hand infidious Undermining would o'erthrow.

QUICK.

See, where anarchy around us
Pours on ev'ry fide her hoft,
Scatters poifons to confound us,
And proclaims her trait'rous boaft
Hark! her trumpet loudly fwelling,
Breathes deftruction on our ifle;
See her, future woes foretelling,
Plant her tree on England's foil!

SLOW.

Gallant comrades! look around ye,
Your domestic blifs furvey;
Think, oh think, what joys furround ye,
While you George's rule obey.
Who fhall dare invade your treasure?
Who fhall curb your honeft will?
Be but juft, and at your pleasure
Nature's bounteous law fulfil.