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the press teemed daily with poems, songs, epigrams, 
on both sides, vilifying the characters and ridiculing 
the persons of each party who were at all conspi- 
cuous. The day that was to terminate the dispute 
proved good weather, and every room in the market 
Each candidate resumes his wonted ground, 
And all his friends and followers throng around. 
Now hope inspires, now gloomy fears succeed, 
And show what thorny paths to honour lead : 
Now still and silent is the vacant loom, 
And hot and noisy is the ale-house room ; 
For hither, thirsting after news and nog", 
And loving, if not Hobart’s cause, his prog, 
Freemen and freemen’s wives and friends repair, 
And pay due reverence to the leathern chair ; 
For there presides, with face of Belgic stamp, 
That son of Liberty—Bavarian Hampp. 
He, at the sheriff’s uncontroul’d command, 
Amongst the friends of Hobart takes his stand : 
He knows each wise contrivance to a hair, 
Which brought his master Thurlow to the chair ; 
And boasts to know, however you may doubt, 
The gibes and jolts o’ th’ day which threw him out ; 
And therefore, as a manager right able, 
He claims attention at the council table. 
Now, rising from his chair, his cane he waves, 
As who should say, “ Be silent, English knaves! ” 
Silence ensues ; our hero strives to speak, 
And tortures English ears with German Greek : 
Tired with his eloquence, the clamorous rabble 
Drown his oration with their deafening gabble ; 
Till hearing something said about the Diet, 
They thought the supper coming, and were quiet :— 
* Te Diet, sers, I mean te Parlament 
To vich dis Mr. Hobart sall be sent ; 
* A kind of ale. 
