ician, call the one Whigs, and
the other Tories. [Clamorous cheering.] Of the former body I am esteemed
no uninfluential member; of the latter faction Mr. Bags is justly
considered the most shining ornament. Mr. Attie and Mr. Edward Pepper
can scarcely be said to belong entirely to either; they unite the good
qualities of both. 'British compounds' some term them; I term them
Liberal Aristocrats! [Cheers.] I now call upon you all, Whig, or
Swindler, Tory, or Highwayman, 'British Compounds,' or Liberal
Aristocrats,--I call upon you all to name me one man whom you will all
agree to elect."

All,--"Lovett forever!"

"Gentlemen," continued the sagacious Augustus, "that shout is
sufficient; without another word, I propose, as your captain, Mr. Paul
Lovett."

"And I seconds the motion!" said old Mr. Bags.

Our hero, being now by the unanimous applause of his confederates
restored to the chair of office, returned thanks in a neat speech; and
Scarlet Jem declared, with great solemnity, that it did equal honour to
his head and heart.

The thunders of eloquence being hushed, flashes of lightning, or, as
the vulgar say, glasses of gin, gleamed about. Good old Mr. Bags stuck,
however, to his blue ruin, and Attie to the bottle of bingo; some, among
whom were Clifford and the wise Augustus, called for wine; and Clifford,
who exerted himself to the utmost in supporting the gay duties of his
station, took care that the song should vary the pleasures of the bowl.
Of the songs we have only been enabled to preserve two. The first is
by Long Ned; and though we confess we can see but little in it,
yet (perhaps from some familiar allusion or other with which we are
necessarily unacquainted) it produced a prodigious sensation. It ran
thus:--

THE ROGUE'S RECIPE.

Your honest fool a rogue to make,
As great as can be seen, sir,
Two hackneyed rogues you first must take,
Then place your fool between, sir.

Virtue 's a dunghill cock, ashamed
Of self when paired with game ones;
And wildest elephants are tamed
If stuck betwixt two tame ones.

The other effusion with which we have the honour to favour our readers
is a very amusing duet which took place between Fighting Attie and a
tall thin robber, who was a dangerous fellow in a mob, and was therefore
cal