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Yet-oh yet-yourselves deceive not

Though it be a bore to stay,
Thus to treat your Chief, believe not,
Can to office

pave

the

way.

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Still those ministerial faces

Grin at us

-still ours look blue

And our curse !--they keep their places

Still, whate'er we say or do.

Then when “ Ay," they loudly hollow,

Will ye stoutly echo “ No!"And are all prepared to follow

When I to the lobby go ?

If my rival BROUGHAM should press ye,

Listen not to him, I prayWill ye sorely thus distress me,

Poor old Snouch thus turn away?

Should his speeches e'er resemble
Those which

you

have heard from me Well the Government might tremble

Two such orators to see.

All my jokes-you know but too well

All my dulness-none can knowBut our common hopes to do well,

Wither-if you treat me so.

All our confidence is shaken,

One may come, but many go ; By Methuen join'd-by Leech forsaken

E’en BANKES begins to smoke us now.

But 'tis done_debates are idle

Speeches from me are vainer still; And Members whom no places bridle

Must play the truant, when they will.

Then fare ye well!-thus disunited

Like you was never party seen-
Nor coughed--and quizzed-and sneered-and

slighted,
Like me has

any

leader been.

ENGLISH MELODIES.

No. VI.

The following original Song has been sent to us from Nottingham :-It seems to be in praise of the worthy Member* for that Town. We wish the Correspondent who has been so good as to transmit it had intimated the Air to which it is to be sung ; it could not fail to become popular.

John Smith, Esq. seems about this time to have taken more part than usual in the proceedings of the House of Commons.-E.

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Through Piccadilly's width

Though Paul may stride,

Yet gay Cheapside Exults in Handsome SMITH.

IV.

Tho’ Flood's the pride

Of Slaney's tide, And Finlay of the Nith ;

Old Father Thames A triumph claims O'er both, in Handsome Smith.

With blooming grace
He decks his face,

And smiles to shew his teeth ;

And old three-score

Ne'er saw before

A Beau like Handsome Smith.

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