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genuine Whiggism 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 spirit of freedom is gone. An Englishman is now ashamed to mention that which was formerly his boaft. Our motto now is : Quod Principi placuit, legis habet vigorem. You cannot suppose that by Princeps I mean the K
I do not, howeyer, absolutely 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 those men who penetrated and exposed all the devices of its true enemies; who foretold, as if inspired, the effects of its madness; 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 prosperity should we now have reached ?what evils should we not have avoided ?
be milled by my hopes, and may falsely, suppofe that as great a change has been operated, in every breast as in iny own, But I am indeed greatly mif
taken, if in this quarter at least the tide has not turned, 'and if it does not now set in for truth, liberty, and patriotism, prepared to fweep away in its course corruption, selfishness, and hypocrisy. When Parliament is diffolved, I think I shall be found to be right.
Hall, Yorkshire, A COUNTRY GENTLEMAN,
YOU ARE WELCOME TO TOWN,
[From the Oracle.] MR. EDITOR, ΤΗ THE universal joy excited by the propitious return
of peace has been succeeded by that annual sensation of pleasure which the dependants of the fashionable world experience on the return of their patrons to
YOU ARE WELCOME TO TOWN. the capital. A fucceffion of ftormy days bas 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 fashionable 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 forne new scent for the ladies, fome lotion that will sustain the rigour of the winter's wind, or fome old beautifier exhibited in a different form, with a new name to attract capricious customers. Nor is the wig-maker idle; his active hands are bufily engaged in adjusting curls which shall 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.
Meanwbile the caterers for the amufement of the public are preparing all their horrors, their smiles, and their graces, to entertain their maritime visitors. The twin Richards of the principal theatres * are daily practising the most dreadful frowns and ferocious looks Imaginable; and they are each making such rapid improvements in the sublime science of affassination and havoc., that it is presumed they will afford the most ecstatic delight to the purified critics who have been “ purging their bosoms of the perilous fluff" during summer. 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 Parisot is twisting her pliant limbs into innumerable evolutions, and practifing fome new steps for the entertainment of her noble patrons ;
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and doubtless when the appears before them her graceful curtsey and sprightly air will sufficiently evince that she welcomes them to town.
Even in the streets we behold the pleasing effects of Luciality. A valt number of the itinerant fons of Apollo perambulate our Squares, streets, nay, even lanes and courts, grinding away with their barrelorgans, and rattling their tamborines. Their looks of bopeful satisfaction seem to say-" Aye, aye, we are come back again to play you a tune!” while the generous connoisseur of Areet music throws up the fash, and Aings them a fhilling, as much as to say You are welcome to town!
Coffee-houses, taverns, and gaming-houses (besides others that must not be named), now demonstrate their hospitality by opening their doors for the reception of their elegant visitors; while, in the exposure of their respective wares, every thing that can allure the palate or please the eye is presented for the acceptance of the man of Spirit; who every
where reads in the placid looks and ready obedience of the waiters
“Sir, you are welcome to town!" Let no foreigner then censure London as inhospi. table; for if he has plenty of cash, he will find, by pleasing experience, that be is welcome to town; and pray let me ask him-Would he find accommodations even in Paris, without a compensation ?
Such is the urbanity, the hospitality, and the joy that at present animates the busy people of this happy place, where every man, possessed of money, wit, or knowledge, will find numbers to bid him welcome 10
ODE ON RETURNING PEACE.
[From the Morning Chronicle.) BRITONS, raise the song of gladuess ;
Fill the air with notes of joy!-
The trumpet's roar
Is heard no more;
That ftirr'd to'wrath the manly foul
O'er the desolated plain!
Fiends of devastation yelld;
The fallen hero's painful doom,
And deep expiring figh!
Next in certain order move
And Loyalty and Love!
Mark, now the cottage gueft,
When the loud rumeur spread
That Heaven her love would spare !
Of the dire confiat's rage;
In silent forrow ponder on the page And many a tear she shed, and heav'd with many a ligh!
Fear embitter'd all her day,
A horrid fight
Disturb'd each night;
And woke her in dismay!
Oft times and long
Awhile the infant throng,
And, as around dejectedly they crept,
In harmony of grief!
“ 'Tis peace— ris peace!" aloud they cry:
Her cheeks resume
Their wonted bloom;
Her lost, her lov'd foldier's returning,
No longer with fatal råge burning,
Now, no more on plunder bent,
Pallid Want shall fiy his door,
The pipe and jingling bell
Their focial bosoms swell: