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This cruel Intelligence came from a Hint,
Convey'd through a late publish'd ludicrous Print;
But lest this should be thought not explicit enough,
You must know that the Party they call Blue and Buff,
Have subscrib'd for an Artist a liberal fee,
(Though they never once thought of subscribing for me)
Who with great ingenuity, labour and pains,
Has pourtray'd the Design of some Partizan's Brains.

   There LIBERTY's Goddess, assuming the face,
The person, and air of her DEVONSHIRE Grace,
Holds out her fore-finger, intending to show
Her Apostles --- BURKE, FOX, PHILIP FRANCIS and JOE:
With her Cap and her Staff she seems ready to hilloa --
Lo ! these are the Lads which the Dutchesses follow!
BURKE, drest like the great Roman Orator GRACCHUS, Wants only a Mob at command, to attack us:
Whilst the visage of FOX, full of spirit and fire,
Looks as if he would lay ten to one on HIGH FLYER!
The modern drest JOSEPH, with rouge in his face,
Seems ready to collar a JUSTICE of PEACE;
And whilst these are drawn in an attitude speaking,
PHILIP FRANCIS appears to be creeping and sneaking,

   Mean time, see the GODDESS her finger direct
To a beautiful Lady, Recorder Elect;
Whose figure expressive, decidedly shews
My Successor--DUNCANNON'S th' Historical Muse!
The likeness is such, that no person had mist her,
Had the Artist not said, 'tis the GODDESS'S Sister 
"This Lady, we hear, is preparing a work -
"The Acts of the Patriots--FOX, JOSEPH, and BURKE.
As a proof of her skill, an Enclosure I send;
'Tis a Copy I luckily got from a Friend,
Of a sweet pretty Ode which her Ladyship penn'd.

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THE ENCLOSURE.

Gentle Butchers, ring your cleavers;
Royal Coblers, Barbers, Weavers,
Chimney-sweepers and Coal-heavers,
     Leave your work and come away.
Coopers down with adze and wimble,
Taylors leave the yard and thimble,
Link-boys and Lamp-lighters nimble,
     Come and keep this Holiday.

When the Night comes, light your tapers,
Drink, and drive away the vapours,
Dance and sing, and cut high capers,
    Dedicate this Day to Mirth.
Let this Day be ne'er neglected,
But like Christmas be respected;
FOX this day was first elected,
   FOX, the finest Man on Earth!

Not the glorious Revolution,
Checking lawless persecution,
Which secured our Constitution
     Safe from undermining shocks:
Not the BRUNSWICK CORONATION,
Chasing Popery from the Nation,
E'er deserv'd Commemoration
    Like th' Election of CHARLES FOX.

When the Hero tells his story,
Acts of splendor, deeds of glory,
Will diffuse their light before ye,
    Then bestow your loud applause :
WALTER TYLER, clad in armour,
Master CADE, the great Reformer,
CROMWELL's self was never warmer
   Than CHARLES FOX, in Virtue's Cause.

CHARLES and BURKE, by joint endeavour,
Thirteen Provinces did sever
From the BRITISH CROWN for ever--
   Noble CHARLES, and loyal BURKE!
Irish Independence rearing,
Kingdoms too asunder tearing ;
Make the Crown not worth the wearing --
   This indeed is glorious work.

Gallant CHARLES, the Nation's blessing,
Eas'd your Shops of tax distressing,
Laid thereon by PITT oppressing ---
   Hail for ever Blue and Buff.
But there's something more provoking,
Pitt has laid a Tax on Smoaking,
Whilst your Wives and Mothers, croaking,
   Dread another Tax on Snuff.

See the Sire, by SON forsaken;
FOX persuades the HEIR mistaken
The Prerogative to weaken---
   Blest be CHARLES's soothing tongue.
When he speaks, Huzza! encore him,
Tumble down, and kneel before him,
Kiss his shoe-string, and adore him;
   CHARLES from FREEDOM'S GODDESS Sprung.
Toast the PRINCE, and ROYAL BROTHER --
And whilst some, in places other,
Toast his FATHER and his MOTHER,
    Drink the People's Majesty!
Drink about ye thirsty fishes,
Toasting with sincerest wishes
RUSSELLS, BENTINCKS, CAVENDISHES,
     With FITZWILLIAM ever free.

God-like CHARLES, the World's Eighth Wonder!
In St. Stephen's squeaking thunder,
Keeps the frighted Senate under---
       Oh! let CHARLES be ne'er cast out.
Rise, ye gallant Sons of Freedom,
Damn the Laws, and never heed 'em,
Wealthy Villains only need 'em,
Honest Poor can live without.

At next Westminster Election,
Guard with care against Rejection,
Give Delinquents just correction --
      Bring a Hundred Thousand Votes !
Collar  MAGISTRATES, and fright'em,
Meet your foes, and bravely fight 'em,
SAMPSON like, with jaw-bone smite 'em;
       Make clean work, and cut their throats.

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This Model of Eloquence, Stile and Expression,
Was presented the day of KING CHARLES's Accession--
I mean on that great Anniversary day
When the Westminster Mob first acknowledged his sway.
And, that this blessed Day may be never forgot,
"Twill hereafter be kept like the Gunpowder Plot.
Next year we expect all the Bells in the Steeple
Will ring the whole day for this Man of the People;
And if I were KING GEORGE, while the Hero is living,
I would make it an Annual Day of Thanksgiving
And the Almanack-makers in future, 'tis said,
Will distinguish the 10th of October with RED !

Should JOSEPH, dear BROTHER, his promise fulfil
Tho' on casting the odds, I much doubt if he will,
I'll give you the Cream, when he lets me peruse
The Acts of the Patriots, by LIBERTY'S MUSE.

  To return to the Print, where the GODDESS of FREEDOM
Deals her ORACLES out, to such people a need em: -
"Tis delightful to see this Divinity trample
On chains, to set subjects an useful example;
And she who has forc'd such a number to wear 'em,
With ease can instruct her own Captives to tear 'em;
But whilst the said GODDESS indignant arraigns
Tyrannical power, by breaking of chains,
There are some of her Votaries wish to pull down
The Ensigns of Government, Sceptre and Crown.
At the foot of the Column, black people are kneeling,
To raise in the PATRIOTS compassionate feeling,
To gratefully thank them for having procur'd
Relief from Distresses, they never endur'd;
Or, perhaps, for preventing all further abuse,
By turning their Cash to the National use.

   MUNNY BEGUM, whose fame Burke so wickedly tainted
Is drawn from that Lady who formerly fainted
At a tale of distress, with which you ae acquainted.
Some of BURKE'S  observations as long as I live.
For, indeed I was shock'd when I heard him advancing
So many rude things about singing and dancing.
This BEGUM, Burke said, was a prostitute common,
A disgrace to her sex, a vile profligate woman;
And, tho' from the dregs of the people she sprung,
Made a BEGUM, because she enchantingly sung:
Tho' in justice to Burke, I must own he recanted
When his Evidence fail'd, and the BEGUM's was wanted:
Then her Credit return'd unimpair'd and unshaken,
And a hearsay from her was a proof  to be taken.

   I know, my dear SIMON, how much you condemn
My Orators all, and such People as them:
But how oft have I pray'd you, your rage to repress,
That a moment's reflection would render it less.
I have told, and now tell you, an Orator's trade
Is composing discourses, the Mob to persuade;
The Passions to rouse, and the Judgment mislead -
 

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