vilify the unhappy Charles, even in the remarks on the cabinet of Nafeby." Here we have no manner of difficulty in taking off the genuine Jacobite features of this penfioner, the author of The false alarm. With him none of our kings have had any merit fince James II. They have neither defired nor deferved the affections of the people. And thofe brave defenders of our laws and liberties, in the ftile of Clarendon, are prophanely called rebels. And yet, the author of The false alarm, the penfioner before us, merits a more depraved character, than he is able to affix to the men he most vilifies, becaufe though a penfioner, in the fenfe of Dr. Johnfon, "is a flave of state, hired by a ftipend to obey his mafter." This writer inftead of obeying, is betraying him. His aim must be to reftore the rejected houfe of Stuart; by trampling under his feet revolution principles, pouring contempt on Britain's great deliverer from popery and arbitrary power: impudently denying any merit to the two former kings of the houfe of Hanover; and daring to defame Britannia's nobleft fons: If the penfioner can hope for any reward of his fcurvy pamphlet, it must only be from the hands of a restored family, to whom his fervices are so apparently devoted. But inftead of fucceeding in his hopes, may fhame and confufion of face cover him! Canterbury, Feb. 4, 1770. For the POLITICAL REGISTER. NO JACOBITE. Norwich Feb. 3, 1770, INDARETTA congratulates her much loved Colonel Hurlo thrumbo, and honours him for his bold and Spirited reflections on the bafe-born electors of Westminster, not worthy to enter the gates of his Majefty's palace. Tommy grows a fine boy; and will be big enough for an enfign in his Papa's company of militia in a year or two: I brings him to London the first of April, and you will fhew him St. James's and all the fine folks, but within the gates of his Majesty's palace" on account of his birth: I charge you don't let him come near any of the vulgar mechanicks or base-born mob of Westminster petitioners. For the better understanding of the above card, we have fubjoined a paftoral poem, first published during the late contested election for the county of Norfolk. CINDERETTA: U 2 CIND E RETT A: A MOCK-PASTORAL POEM. ARGUMENT. Cinderetta, Cook-Maid to Colonel Hurlo-thrumbo (fo called from a famous Speech made at a county meeting, in which he "hurl'd defiance" in the face of his electors,) being enamoured of his fine parts and auguft deportment, after having borne him two children, complains of his long abfence on the annual exercife of the Norfolk militia, where he commanded in perfon. D OWN dropt her brush; the difh-cloth thrown afide, Scarce would the deep majestic bellows blow, LOVE wrought the change, 'twas love that had betray'd, 66 Go, gentle gales! and bear my fighs away, "Ah! why fo long does HURLO-THRUMBO ftay? "Why form'd Dame Nature women's love fo ftrong, "Why feeks my foldier forts or city-walls, "When vefter morn I turn'd my jack around, The falt-box fell portentous to the ground: "Thrice mew'd the cat, and thrice fhe flew on Tray; "Oh! think on this, and thy election day! "Die, CINDERETTA! Eafe thy hateful smart, "Ambition's now the mistress of his heart: "Go, gentle gales! and bear my fighs away! "Ah! why fo long does HURLO-THRUMBO flay? "Ah, me! each object that thefe eyes can view, Brings to my mind fome pleafing form of you: "When in this hand the polifh'd fpit I hold, "Thy fhape is here, for thou art long and cold : If I the cleaver take, the joint to part, "Thy abfence then is cleaving of my heart; "Or, if 1 strive my kitchen fire to mend, "Thofe eyes are flaming at the poker's end, "Go, gentle gales! and bear my fighs away! "Ah! why fo long does HURLO-THRUMBO ftay? Thus wail'd fhe tearful to herself alone, IM PROMPT U. To Thomas De Grey, Efq; Member for Norfolk. T EACH us the difference to know, We should be shot by Scottish centry; Το W For the POLITICAL REGISTER. To the prefent Prime Minister. HILE you remained the drudge, or, as your friends call you, the pack-afs of ftate, I thought you too contemptible to be the object of my attention. I allowed you to flumber in your place, as quietly as a bishop does in his stall, and did not hang you out to that public fcorn, which you fo richly meritted. While lago, the poiloner of the Moor's unfufpicious ear, left any excufe for your conduct, and made it poffible for the public to fuppofe that, like Caffio, your crimes were the effect of weakness and ignorance, charity forbad me to expofe you to the people's deteftation. Confcious as I was, that nature had denied you the gifts of understanding, and your education thofe of knowledge, I judged it cruelty to develope your character, and held you as facred, as I would a natural or an ideot. But now, that you miftake your abilities, and venture upon the ftage without a prompter, it is time to tear off your mask, and to thew you to the nation in your true and genuine colours. Had you lurked behind another; had you, like Cacus, skulked in Grafton's den, you might have long remained there unmolefted, like a bloated toad concealed for ages in the bofom of a rock, I should not have dragged you into light, nor blotted the fair face of day with fo foul a monster. By growing under his fhade, your infamy would have been complete: your most bitter enemies could have wished you no additional difgrace. For furely manhood cannot be reduced to a lower, a more abject ftate than that of being the tool of a wretch, who is as weak as he is wicked. But in that fituation, though you were incapable of becoming more defpicable, you had not an opportunity of becoming quite deteftable. That happiness was referved for your elevation to the fupreme management of the puppets, which dance to the court machinery. While bell-weather to the horned cattle, or rather whipper-in to the venal pack, which had been long taught to follow, or yelp at the word of command, you only excited our ridicule and contempt, because, like them, you were a beast of burthen but now that you have thrown the load : off your own thoulders, and become the Egyptian tafk-mafter, you roufe our abhorrence and vengeance. We will not eafily forgive your prefumption, nor tamely bear your infolence, in venturing to fhake over our backs that rod of iron which we obliged your defperate predeceffor to drop. His ruined fortune, his dogs, his horfes, his miftreffes, his profligacy, urged him ftrongly to go every length in order to repair his exhaufted finances; and, it was generally thought, that he was the laft hope of defpotifm. No mortal imagined, that, when he fhould be chafed out of the field, another adventurer could be found hardy enough to fet up the the ftandard of tyranny. People did not recollect that want is not a more fertile fource of villainy than avarice.-Your prede ceffor was rapacious, because he was profligate; both vices being hereditary in his family. You are rapacious, because you are avaricious; a quality, which you derive from your ancestors, who learned their notions of trade, as well as politics, in Turkey. In order to gratify this odious paffion, you do not fcruple to overturn the conftitution of your country, nor to precipitate amilled into ruin. When even the temerity of Grafton fhrunk back affrighted at the view of the precipice, to which he had conducted him, you ventured to take him by the hand, and to urge him on to tempt the dangerous abyfs, which yawned beneath. Is this well done, my lord in the ardour of your rapacity, have you no compaffion for the incapacity of youth, for the" imbecility of a fpoiled child? We might, perhaps, excufe you for plundering your country without remorfe; because we know this foible to be your natural inheritance; and nobody can be seriously angry with a fox for robbing hen-rocits, or with a pike for preying on his fpecies. But we cannot fo eafily forgive treachery to a believing friend, or treafon to an abufed caule fome honour, fome faith, ought to fubfift even among thieves and robbers. ; be If you be really ferious, and think yourfelf capable of faving him harmless, after he has taken this dreadful leap, fland forth, and fhew us the foundation, upon which you rest fuch mighty hopes. With all your weakness, you cannot expect much affittance from your own abilities, or from the talents of the men, who are embarked with you in the fame caufe. For on what day are you not exposed to ridicule in the fenate, and rendered the laughing-tock even of the mifcreants, who, for fear of lofing their places or penfions, dare not vote against you? And where is there a man among all your fellow-labourers in the vineyard of corruption, that is able to fupport himself, much lefs to prop the tottering fabrick of your adminiftration? Will you apply to the furious houfe of Bloomsbury? One, lately escaped from the Bull-dogs of the weft, feels deeper wounds than thofe inflicted at Litchfield races, and is fo far from being in a condition to afford you fhelter, that he cannot find a refting place for his grey hairs. Another, ftill covered with the blood of maffacred innocents, looks aghaft at the vengeance, which is ready to burst on his recreant head, and, instead of lending, calls for aid. Difappointed in this quarter, will you have recourse to the Mnt-g- s? The one is undone by general warrants, and the other by his perfidy, and every fpecies of infamy. The arch enemy of the constitution, the prerogative lawyer, is equally impotent: his fyftematical adhe rence to the principles of tyranny, has deprived him of all weight in the political balance. Your fwarm of titled penfioners from the North, fall under the fame imputation, and are as o dious |