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was filled with well-dressed ladies, fluttering their 
white handkerchiefs out of the windows with a fa- 
vour at the corner, of the colours of the candidate 
whose interest they espoused,—Hobart’s deep blue 
and orange, Beevor’s pale blue and white ; they made 
a pretty show. The area of the square was crowded 
with stavesmen and spectators: the candidates rode 
as usual.* The contest was very strong, but all was 
carried on with very little violence; so little that 
the Countess of Buckinghamshire with her two 
Dere must he take te care of all te laws, 
And make more to dem if he find te cause ; 
And if te king of money sall fall short, 
Why, he must to hem come, and ask hem for ’t ; 
For he vill have te string of all your purses, 
And must look sharp to vat te king disburses. 
Vell, sers, all dis can Mr. Hobart do, 
For he can read and write as well as you; 
He knows quite vell de Engelsch constitution, 
And is so great as me at elocution: 
I know myselve te interest of dis city, 
And Hobart is te man, I know, to fit ye. 
As for dat Beevor, which some people talk of, 
Let me alone, J’// make dat fellow walk off: 
Who dares to speak fon wort of Beevor here, 
Te schondrel sall be scalp’d from ear to ear ; 
Forth from dese club my friends sall kick him out, 
And I will eat his share of beef and krout. 
Are fagabons to say who sall be chos’d, 
And gentlemen of blood to be oppos’d ? 
Donder and blixem ! ’tis a thought so vile, 
As makes te hairs upon myn head recoil ; 
Sooner den have te lot on Beevor fall, 
Got! ye sall have no Parlament at all.” 
* “ At the elections for the county of Norfolk, for Norwich, 
Yarmouth, &c., this custom is invariably observed. In the city 
ust named, the candidate, standing erect on a platform, is car- 
