"something in Iron corrupts those fellows. Needle“makers, Sinker-makers all alike, all for Birch and "Independence; now isn't it very provoking?" I was going to tell him he had better get some Chymist to analize Mr. Birch, for by his account there appeared no little quantity of loadstone in his composition; but finding I could do no good, I thought it better to cut the conversation short, and to return to my Inn; where I have shut myself up till to-morrow morning; when being quite sick of this place I am determined to pursue my journey, and never to come near Nottingham again till I have first enquired whether there is any Election depending there, either for Member of Parliament, Common Council-man, or Church-warden. I am Your Friend, &c. PETER PLACID. P. S.-As I know you think differently from the persons I have been amongst, and wish, the old Whig cause revived here, and a Whig Member returned for Nottingham; I can tell you for your satisfaction, that see very plainly the Tories are down, notwithstanding all their bluster, and that Birch is sure to come in. The Cokites say they can at all events kick up a Riot, and abuse the Sheriff for returning him. The Corporation's Lamentation. Let every Town, let every land, The friends of Dan, the man of God! They have made up a large Birch-rod Vast schrolls of parchment fill'd they have With names some thousands strong, That every Corporation knave May be broke up ere long. It is a matter of great weight, They should so much despise, and hate, Alas they tell, what grieves us sore, England, thou cans't not tell our grief, Nor half we undergo; Solomon can't afford relief, But mingles tears with woe. Conscience till now has been asleep, Alas! that we these years of late, The friends of Dan are so discreet, That we encouraged have too, Therefore from London will come down, That we no longer rule the Town, Send us from earth, ye powers above, We cannot face were laws and love, TRUE BLUE, TUNE HEARTS OF OAK. YE Electors draw near of fair Nottingham Town, CHORUS. By reason directed, your Cause now pursuë, And take no denial, But vote for brave COKE---he's an honest True Blue. What men in their senses would stand on their legs, What mortal's so vain as brave Coxɛ to distrust? At the Bar he is honest, in the house he is just : Be grateful each breast--with true gratitude burn, And sing COKE, and COKE only, you'll claim for your own."' Combinations we find are all over the town, To break down the fence, and to pull virtue down : In chorus all join, and declare with one voice, What a panic you'll see, and a great consternation That Coke, and Coke only, you claim as your own. O'er Canary and Claret your glasses now ring--- POOR COKE's BLUES. Tune--Dunkirk Races, IN ducking days, when Daniel's Blues with terror ruled the Town, Sir, Both fire and water they did use to keep fair Freedom down, Sir Then all our laws were just and good, Justice was in perfection: But now they've lost both cock and walk they cry out for protection, Poor Coke's Blues, fal lal la, &c. There's Colonel John, and Lawyer Sam, and others I could mention, To revolutionise the Town it was there full intention; But if themselves they can't get in, they've plenty of their creatures, Who long to set the blood-hounds on, those dogs with hardened features; Whose creed is still to point their rage where tyranny directs it, And think of honour, or of truth, he's blameless who neglects it. Poor Coke's Blues, fal lal la, &c. The Thumbing tribe do all they can, by force, by fraud and favour, And to support our favorite Dan they spare no pains or labor; But we will vote for Birch and Beef, the cause is all our own, lads, And Coke, and Soup, and Barley-bread, again may burst thei blue bags. Poor Coke's Blues, fal ial la. &c. For if their Dan they should get in, 'twill be there own undoing, For they, their child. ea, friends, x foes he will involve in ruin; Taxes and War he will support, then will it be their fate-oes, To look much bluer than they did for herrings and potatoes. Poor Coke's Blues, fal lal la, &c. Then Birch and Freedom, we will have in spite of Tyrant's tether, For who dare Britain's sons enslave when once combin'd toge ther? To those who would our Rights destroy should we but once Thousands unborn would curse the crew that made the base surrender. Poor Coke's Blues, fallal la, &c. THE OLD SOLDIER; OR, NOTTINGHAM SCAVENGER. BROTHER BURGESSES, You must well remember about sixteen years ago the OLD SOLDIER being chaired round the Market-place, dressed in a scarlet coat, and fine linen, amidst loud shouts of joy, promising what great things he would do for you— -by these means he obtained great popularity; but alas! suddenly from the great renown he had acquired, he sunk into contempt and odium-your rights and privileges which he had so solemnly sworn to protect, he all at once forsook, and found means to procure |