acclamations of the people. It was dark before the busines of this day concluded.

A Lesson to be learnt by those who are compelled to beg Votes for the Right Hon. R. B. Sheridan. PRAY, Gentlemen, give your Vote to Mr. Sheridan!

Mr. Sheridan is sorry you have found him out-in making a present of you, to the House of Northumberland.

Mr. S. is sorry his Jew's tricks with the Duke has been discovered.

Mr. S. begs you will not remember he refused your nomination at the Crown and Anchor.

Mr. S. begs you to forget he "could not desert his old and worthy Constituents of Staf

ford."

Mr. S. begs you to believe he forgot-all he had formerly said against the Income Tax, being

Five per Cent. when he voted to make it
Ten per Cent.

Mr. S. begs you to believe, that the giving Six
Thousand per Annum to each of the Royal
Dukes out of your Ten per Cent. Income
Tax, will not make the difference of One
Farthing to you.

Mr. S. begs you to believe, that he had your interest most sincerely at heart when he voted that the King's private property in the. Funds should not be liable to the Income Tax.

Mr. S. begs you to remember, that Parliament is to him what a Cathedral used to be to men

who had in former times violated the laws. Mr. S. implores you not to consign him to his merciless creditors, who, he fears, would unanimously return him to a large stone building, not called the House of Commons, but which is, nevertheless, a very Common House.

Mr. S. promises, that if you will grant him the Sanctuary, for Seven Years, which he so ardently wishes, he will not care a dump for you, nor be any thing, as he himself observes, "but what he has been."

IN THE PRESS,

And speedily will be published,
A NEW AND CORRECT EDITION

Of a celebrated and often-performed PLAY, call'd,
THE DOUBLE DEALER;

With considerable Additions, Commentaries, Annotations, and Illustrations, New, Wonderful Ingenious, and Surprising;

By that most admirable

PLAYWRIGHT AND SHIFTER,
The Right Honourable

RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN,
TREASURER OF THE NAVY,

Pensioner of 4000l. a Year, &c. &c. &c. Drawn from the Vitals of the Industrious

Who are the Supporters of Mr. Sheridan? Cripplegate, a desperate Gambler, who, having cheated every Body else, now wishes to cheat

you.

Newgate, the hopeful Brother of Cripplegate, a Divine, Electioneering Jobber, who would rather rightly regulate other Men's Conduct than his own.

A late Jacobin Printer, who was pillory'd, in Dublin, for Sedition; and now Reports for Perry's Apostate Chronicle!!

A Sheriff's Broker and Officer, who threatens to sieze the Beds of those honest People who refuse to Vote for him.

Cribb, Mellish, Cody, Petersham, Britten, O'Donnell, Craven, and Ryan-hired Bruisers.

All the Muck-worms and Blood-suckers who live upon the Industry of the

POOR!

THE COMPARISON.

A NEW SONG.

1.

COME, listen a moment, Electors, I pray ;-
I'll say what I think, but I'll sing what I say;-
'Tis about our Election, and Candidates three;
So hear, and I'll bet you a pound we agree.

Derry down.

2.

First of all, on the Hustings, a Hero behold,
Courageously great, and triumphantly bold:
So ingenuous, free-hearted, so candid and good,
Not a vice, not a fault is cloak'd under this Hood.

3.

The next, you all know, is the staunch Friend of Man,
Who stands forth for your Freedom whenever he can;—
'Tis SHERIDAN's self, whose rare talents, so join'd,
Shew the Patriot, the Wit, and the Statesman combin'd.

4.

But who is that odd little fellow beyond,

Who looks like a pickpocket dragg'd to a pond?

'Tis a candidate too, whose pretensions must fall,

Since his nonsense, my friends, all your stomachs must PALL.

5.

To talk of his measures would smell of the trade;

So-so are the speeches he buys ready-made;

And so cruel aboard, that, take this as a hint,

With the Soul of a dung, he's the heart of a flint.

6.

Not one who is near me would give him a Vote;
And sure, as his cloth is he must cut his coat ;-
He'd cabbage your Freedom by dint of abuse;

But you'll make him sheer off, as he looks, like a goose.

7.

Compare then and judge, you'll have nought to regret,
In rejecting the friend of Sir Francis Burdett;
Who, not being content to knock Middlesex down,
Leaves his lacquey behind him to knock up the Town.

8.

Then all fill your glasses high, sparkling with wine,
To SHERIDAN, Hoon, and to FREEDOM divine-
May our good Constitution no ruffians dissever!—
KING GEORGE, and the Rights of Election, for ever!
Derry down.

A WEST

A WESTMINSTER SONG.

Tune-Mrs. Arne, Mrs. Arne—or, My Dog and my Gun-os,

Derry Down.

Lord Grenny, proud Grenny,

Holds places so many,

He King, Lords, and Commons, derides:
How the Poor can get bread,

Never enters his head,

So be butters his own on both sides :
Proud Grenny;

So he butters his own on both sides.

3.

Then Temple, Lord Temple,

His means are so ample,

By all nimming Neddies is courted;
In the Public Purse diving,

He's chuckling and thriving;

And though still in Hampshire-transported,
Lord Temple;

And though still in Hampshire-transported.

4.

Doctor Sid, Doctor Sid,

You must do as you're bid;

You must sweeten each pill and each potion;
Or from Gallipot-hall

Near Richmond Park-wall,

Grenville's purse will soon give you a motion,

Doctor Sid;

Grenville's Purse will soon give you a motion.