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Yet—oh yet—yourselves deceive not—
Can to office pave the way.
Still those ministerial faces
Still, whate'er we say or do.
Then when “Ay,” they loudly hollow,
And are all prepared to follow
If my rival BRough AM should press ye,
Poor old Snouch thus turn away?
Should his speeches e'er resemble
Two such orators to see.
All my jokes—you know but too well—
Wither—if you treat me so.
All our confidence is shaken,
E’en BANKEs begins to smoke us now.
But 'tis done—debates are idle—
Must play the truant, when they will.
Then fare ye well!—thus disunited
Like me has any leader been.
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 •
Their thoughts to Handsome SM1th.
Through Piccadilly's width
Exults in Handsome SMITH.
O'er both, in Handsome SMITH.
A Beau like Handsome SMITH.