Whether it has not strongly appeared by the late conduct of the House of Commons, that they are more eager and industrious to create and to foment the spirit of party and sedition, than to promote the liberty and happiness of the people? Whether the leaders of the House have not by open force, as well as private fraud, endeavoured to weaken and reduce even the appearance of a free constitution? Whether, in the case of Mr. Murray, the House of Commons did not assume a power they had no just right to? Whether they did not proceed throughout in a most illegal, unconstitutional, unprecedented manner? Whether they did not try him upon an accusation they knew to be false, scandalous, and groundless? Whether they did not condemn him in defiance of all law, and in the most open violation of justice? Whether their proceedings have not made a dangerous encroachment upon the freedom and independency of the British people, as well as brought a lasting dishonour upon the British Parliament? Whether their daily conduct does not tend, instead of remedying the distractions of a jarring people, to throw them into a continued confusion, and to make resentment and rebellion become habitual to Britain? Whether there is not reason to expect that we shall soon be deprived of the most valuable right a British subject can enjoy, the right of election? Whether we are not bound upon the most conscientious motives by any means in our power to defend it? Can we patiently look upon these fresh endeavours to abuse and to divide the nation? can we patiently bear fresh loads of oppression multiplied without measure, and extended without limitation? D. (_Vide page 77._) This song was written immediately after the loss of the battle of Fontenoy, and was addressed to Lady Catherine Hanmer, Lady Falconberg, and Lady Middlesex, who were to act the three goddesses with Frederick Prince of Wales, in the Judgment of Paris, whom he was to represent, and Prince Lobkowitz, Mercury. SONG, BY FREDERICK, PRINCE OF WALES. 1. Venez, mes cheres Deesses, Venez, calmer mon chagrin; Aidez, mes belles Princesses, A le noyer dans le vin. Poussons cette douce ivresse Jusqu’au milieu de la nuit, Et n’écoutons que la tendresse D’un charmant vis-à-vis. 2. Quand le chagrin me devore, Vite à table je me mets, Loin des objêts que j’abhorre, Avec joie j’y trouve la paix. Peu d’amis, restes d’un naufrage, Je rassemble autour de moi, Et je me ris de l’étalage Qu’a chez lui toujours un Roi. 3. Que m’importe que l’Europe Ait un ou plusieurs tyrans? Prions seulement Calliope Qu’elle inspire nos vers, nos chants. Laissons Mars et toute la gloire, Livrons nous tous à l’amour; Que Bacchus nous donne à boire; A ces deux faisons la cour. 4.