intercept Fox on his way to Westminster to canvass; but he luckily managed to elude them, and escaped into a private house. The sailor mob returned to Covent Garden, where they encountered the “honest mob,” the chairmen being joined by a multitude of butchers, brewers’ men, and others. A series of pitched battles ensued, the sailors were defeated at each renewal of the fighting, and, finally, many of their number being carried off to hospitals severely injured, the popular rival mob was left in possession of the field. Special constables were now introduced at the instance of the justices of the peace, who were in the Court interest, to surround the places where Hood and Wray’s committees met, and these behaved in a manner so hostile to Fox’s party, going about impeding and insulting Liberal voters, and shouting “No Fox,” that their presence provoked a fresh outbreak. On the approach of the “honest mob,” heralded by the sounds of the marrow-bones and cleavers, the insurrectionary signal, the constables made an attack, in which one of their own body was knocked down and killed by fellow-constables by mistake in the heat of the scuffle. In Rowlandson’s pictorial versions of the different stages of this famous election, the public were first excited against the Coalition Ministry, lately thrown out of office as described. “They Quarter their Arms” represents the contracting parties, Fox and Badger, united to share the Treasury spoils, and battening on the victimized John Bull; it was “money” which made the Coalition Wedding:-- “Come, we’re all rogues together, The people must pay for the play; Then let us make hay in fine weather, And keep the cold winter away.” The downfall of the Coalition was pictured as “Britannia Aroused; or, the Coalition Ministers Destroyed,” in which Fox and North are figuratively reaping the reward of iniquity. [Illustration: THE COALITION WEDDING--THE FOX (C. J. FOX) AND THE BADGER (LORD NORTH) QUARTER THEIR ARMS ON JOHN BULL. BY T. ROWLANDSON. “Now Fox, North, and Burke, each one is a brother, So honest, they swear, there is not such another; No longer they tell us we’re going to ruin, The people they _serve_ in whatever they’re doing.”] “Within the Senate, and without, Our credit fails; th’ enlighten’d nation The boasted Coalition scout, And hunt us from th’ administration. “Fox, let thy soul with _grace_ be fill’d: Expect no other _call_ but mine; With penitence I see thee thrill’d, With new-born light I see thee shine. “How spruce will North beneath thee sit! With joy officiate as thy clerk! Attune the hymn, renounce his wit, And carol like the morning lark!” [Illustration: BRITANNIA AROUSED, OR THE COALITION MONSTERS DESTROYED. BY T. ROWLANDSON. “These were your Ministers.”]