countenance, (and of which we have endeavoured to assist you in forming a proper idea) ye would estimate it at just so much as it is worth-an honest man's contempt.-See how that manly character, Cobbett, threatens to beard such squinting, frowning, bugbear adversaries!

"If no one at all join me, and if no requisition be made from any other quarter previous to the 15th of October, I MYSELF Will then make the requisition; and, if a meeting be not thereby obtained, I will then present, IN MY OWN NAME, and in MY OWN PERSON, if it be possible, a petition to the king, for the purpose above mentioned"-(an inquiry into the ignominious convention of Cintra). COBBETT.

What a thundering fellow this Cobbett must be! He openly advertises for a certain number of associates, and swears, that if not one join him, he will beset the palace in his own person. --Let us pray :

God save great George our King,
Long live our noble King;

God save the King!

Send him victorious,

Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save the King.

O Lord, our God arise!
Scatter his enemies,
And make them fall;
Confound their politics,

Frustrate their knavish tricks,
On thee our hopes we fix,
God save the King!

All loyal Britons surely will appear in arms, to prevent this dragon of Wantley-no Botley, from swallowing up our gracious king.Do not despair. As our glorious patron, St. George, overthrew the dragon of Wantley, why may not our glorious sovereign, George, throttle this desperate fanged dragon of Botley. He wages war like a game cock in a battle royal-defies all, and has at all. Placemen, pensioners, contractors, jobbers, lordlings, witlings, borough-mongers, the host of public defaulters and dilapidators ;·

he hangs them up all indiscriminately on a gibbet, as a kind of memento, or weekly register of the sacrifices which he offers up to the indignation of his injured and insulted country. Easy it is to assume the patriotic cant-a plenteous dictionary of which may be picked up from the slang speeches of E―e, F—x, Sh—n, B—e, G—y, C-▬▬g's epigrammatic fictions, and B--s's fictitious prose; and many are the traitors, who, disguised as True Britons, (wolves in sheep's cloathing) have more than once persuaded many of

that they were the people's bravo; but have dropped into hireling ministerial tools on the very first opportunity. The people, however, have been illuminated in their darkness, and, we sincerely trust, will never want a faithful and vigilant sentinel in Cobbett. A volume of dark deeds has been already opened for public inspection; but more than the original

Sybilline number remain to complete the black story. Let us henceforth look to actions, not words. Placemen would ever be thought the champions of their country; and the present set take more credit to themselves than the modesty of merit would allow, from merely spouting out cries of No Jacobinism! -No Popery!-This scheme exactly answers their ends, of filling their own pockets, although at the expence of paralyzing the strength, and wasting the marrow, bones, and nerves of the country. To bolster up the evidence of their patriotism, they lavish the most gross abuse against Buonaparté, who is an antagonist deserving the opposition of men of talent and courage, and not to be frightened by the slang of Billingsgate. As the boy once said :—

"My mother whips me, and I whip the top."

So the OUTS whip the INs, and they whip Buonaparté.

But these disinterested gentlemen might as well take care that they do not put a rod

in pickle for their own backs:-A British public is easily deceived, from their generous nature, which will not suffer them to disbelieve a man's word, till they have proved it to be not worth a farthing; but common sense effects that for them which nature does for puppies, and opens their eyes in nine days, more or less. They have lately witnessed so many of their evolutions to the right-to the left to the right about-to the left about ;— and so many progressive, retrograde, and oblique movements, and mutual charges against each other-that they are apt to fancy they see in them only knaves moving, mechanically as it were, at the impulse of self-interest. The word patriot, in such mouths, smells as strong as the scent which a fox leaves behind it; and such men are proper game for the public, who have need of some kind of sport to make them forget their troubles.

We have no doubt that Cobbett would have redeemed his pledge, if the necessity had not been happily prevented by the good