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genuine Whiggifm almost completely extinct? It is idle to calculate the encroachments made upon the conftitution by the laws which have been enacted. But by the machinations of Mr. P- the fpirit of freedom is gone. An Englishman is now afhamed to mention that which was formerly his boaft. Our motto now is:Quod Principi placuit, legis habet vigorem. You cannot fuppofe that by Princeps I mean the K——.

I do not, however, abfolutely despair. Better times may be at hand. The eyes of the nation must foon be opened; and, whenever that moment arrives, it will turn with reverence to thofe men who penetrated and expofed all the devices of its true enemies; who foretold, as if infpired, the effects of its madnefs; and who alone are capable to restore it to its former freedom and happiness. Had we followed their advice had we escaped the fatal delufion which has held us fo long-what a pitch of profperity fhould we now have reached what evils fhould we not have avoided?

I may be milled by my hopes, and may falfely fuppofe that as great a change has been operated in every breaft as in my own. But I am indeed greatly miftaken, if in this quarter at least the tide has not turned, and if it does not now fet in for truth, liberty, and patriotifm, prepared to fweep away in its courfe corrup tion, felfifhnefs, and hypocrify. When Parliament is diffolved, I think I fhall be found to be right.

Hall, Yorkshire.

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A COUNTRY Gentleman.

YOU ARE WELCOME TO TOWN,

MR. EDITOR,

[From the Oracle.]

THE univerfal joy excited by the propitious return of peace has been fucceeded by that annual fenfation of pleasure which the dependants of the fashionable world experience on the return of their patrons to

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the capital. A fucceffion of ftormy days has driven numbers of our amphibia from the faline element to the more comfortable air of the metropolis; and while the people of Brighton and Margate beheld the departure of their noble and fafhionable friends with tearful eyes, numbers of happy beings are awaiting their arrival here, and ready to greet them with a welcome to town!

The perfumer racks his invention to prepare fome new fcent for the ladies, fome lotion that will fuftain the rigour of the winter's wind, or fome old beautifier exhibited in a different form, with a new name to attract capricious cuftomers. Nor is the wig-maker idle'; his active hands are bufily engaged in adjusting curls which fhall adorn a neck lovely as that of the Cyprian Queen; and he has an apartment of ornamental hair fuited to every complexion, from the delicate bloom of Hebe to the permanent tinge of the Mulatto.

Meanwhile the caterers for the amufement of the public are preparing all their horrors, their fmiles, and their graces, to entertain their maritime vifitors. The twin Richards of the principal theatres are daily practifing the moft dreadful frowns and ferocious looks imaginable; and they are each making fuch rapid improvements in the fublime fcience of affaffination and havoc, that it is prefumed they will afford the moft ecstatic delight to the purified critics who have been "purging their bofoms of the periious fluff" during fummer. Methinks I hear the heroes of the buskin, with Stentorian voices, vociferating, on the entrance of a host of the great-" You are heartily welcome to town-we'll please you if we can!"

Now Mademoiselle Parifot is twifting her pliant limbs into innumerable evolutions, and practifing fome new steps for the entertainment of her noble patrons;

Kemble and Cooke.

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and doubtless when the appears before them her graceful curtfey and sprightly air will fufficiently evince that he welcomes them to town.

Even in the streets we behold the pleafing effects of fociality. A vast number of the itinerant fons of Apollo perambulate our squares, ftreets, nay, even lanes and courts, grinding away with their barrelorgans, and rattling their tamborines. Their looks of hopeful fatisfaction feem to fay-" Aye, aye, we are come back again to play you a tune!" while the generous connoiffeur of ftreat mufe throws up the fafh, and flings them a fhilling, as much as to say-" You are welcome to town!

Coffee-houses, taverns, and gaming-houses (befides others that must not be named), now demonftrate their hofpitality by opening their doors for the reception of their elegant vifitors; while, in the exposure of their respective wares, every thing that can allure the palate or please the eye is prefented for the acceptance of the man of fpirit; who every where reads in the placid looks and ready obedience of the waiters “Sir, you are welcome to town!”

Let no foreigner then cenfure London as inhofpitable; for if he has plenty of cash, he will find, by pleafing experience, that he is welcome to town; and pray let me afk him-Would he find accommodations even in Paris, without a compensation?

Such is the urbanity, the hofpitality, and the joy that at present animates the bufy people of this happy place, where every man, poffeffed of money, wit, or knowledge, will find numbers to bid him welcome to

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CANDIDUS.

ODE

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ODE ON RETURNING PEACE.
[From the Morning Chronicle.]

BRITONS, raife the fong of gladuefs;
Fill the air with notes of joy!-
The trumpet's roar

Is heard no more;

No more the deep-mouth'd thunders roll,
That ftirr'd to wrath the manly foul-
That rais'd its energies to madness,

And kindled favage longing to deftroy!
O'er the defolated plain /
Culture now fhall fmile again,
Where of late grim Carnage ftalk'd;
Where the ghofts of warriors walk'd,
And, with hellif triumph fwell'd,
Fiends of devaftation yell'd;
Demons that view with fierce exulting eye
What time the Fates their horrid joy allow
The fallen hero's painful doom,
His panting breaft, his fading bloom,
His quiv'ring lip, his dewy brow,
And deep expiring figh!

At length, dread War, thine horrors eeafe!
See, once more the ftranger Peace
Renews her profp'rous reign!

And fee, her woe-difpelling train,
Induftry, and Plenty gay,
Smiling follow up her way;

Next in certain order move
Glowing Hope and mild Content,
Joys of heavenly defcent;

And Loyalty and Love!

Mark, now the cottage gueft,

Late robb'd of pleasure, robb'd of rest;
The anxious wife, that oft put up her pray'r,
When the loud rumour spread

Of battles fought, of foldiers dead,
That Heaven her love would fpare!

Oft o'er the journal'd tale fhe caft her eye
Of the dire conflict's rage;

In filent forrow ponder'd on the page

And many a tear fhe shed, and heav'd with many a figh

Fear

Fear embitter'd all her day,
A horrid fight
Disturb'd each night;

Her fancy to the field of flaughter fled-
A vifionary husband bled,

And woke her in difmay!

In her lov'd offspring that around complain'd,
By her fole labour fcantily fuftain'd,
She found a fource of ftill feverer woe-
Of anguish such as mothers only know!
Oft times and long

In ftill defpondency fhe fat, and mus'd;
Awhile the infant throng,

Wond'ring, her tearful face perus'd:
By nature taught, they vainly wifh'd relief;
And, as around dejectedly they crept,
Mov'd by inftinctive fympathy; they wept
In harmony of grief!

Now the glad tidings burft upon her ear-
"'Tis peace-'tis peace!" aloud they cry:
Rapture sparkles in her eye,

And dries the ling'ring tear!-
Her cheeks refume

Their wonted bloom;
Tranfport fills her throbbing breast;
Her loft, her lov'd foldier's returning,
No longer with fatal rage burning,

Again with fecurity bleft!

How chang'd the fcene!-His cares forgot,
Now, no more on plunder bent,
His hours in useful toil are fpent;
By Poverty alarm'd no more,
Pallid Want fhall fly his door,
And Competence again fhall be his lot.

Hark, the neighb'ring village fwains
Loofe their mirth in ruftic ftrains;
The pipe and jingling bell
Their focial bofoms fwell:
Nought but pleasure meets the fight
All is uncontroll'd delight!,

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