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the day of election was last Friday, the 10th instant. 
The intermediate time was filled up with carousings 
of each party three times a week in various quarters 
of the town, when there was drunkenness and noise 
more than enough. The committees met very fre- 
quently ; Hobart’s at the King’s Head and Johnson’s 
Coffee-house ; Beevor’s at Tuck’s and the Angel. 
As the dispute was not upon the ground of politi- 
cal principles, for both candidates professed the 
same, that is Whiggism and an attachment to the 
present ministry, I wondered to see them so eager; 
but as it was for power and interest, and which of 
the two factions should rule, I ought to have known 
that the corruption of the present age would be as 
zealous as the principles of the last. Those who 
could use a pen and tag verses * were set to work: 
* From the herd of mere verse-taggers one exception must 
be made,-—the author of the following eclogue, an intimate and 
highly esteemed friend both of Mr. Smith and his son. Who- 
ever recollects the late Mr. John Taylor of Norwich will recog- 
nize in these lines the good temper, the pleasantry, and wit, which 
at all times enlivened his conversation, and were the emanations 
of a good heart as alive to mirth and enjoyment as it was void 
of malice and detraction. The Mr. Hampp who figures in the 
eclogue was a cordial friend of the author, a German by birth, 
and whose broken English is happily imitated. 
CITY ECLOGUES. Ectoceve tue First. 
Scene—A Club. Time—Evening. 
The clock struck seven,—the cheerful sun retires, 
And only gilds our castle and our spires. 
The market walk now fills from every street ; 
There jarring parties, various interests meet ; 
