As soon as the clamour had subsided, Mr. FOX arose and said, “That language, at least any which he could boast, was inadequate to the exquisite feelings of gratitude which at once delighted and oppressed him, at the sight of so numerous and so respectable a body of free and independent Citizens, met for a purpose which would make this the proudest and the happiest day of his life”. Having dwelt a little on this idea, Mr. FOX observed, “that he would not interrupt the conviviality of the day by a long Speech: he knew there were several present who came to hear him make a long Speech, but he would not make a long Speech—to what purpose should he do it?—what could he add to the Speech lately delivered by him, and so faithfully recorded in the ANTI-JACOBIN, a contemptible Publication, but one to which the praise of Accuracy could not be denied. The new and extraordinary circumstances of the times called for new and extraordinary measures: he would, therefore, if they pleased, compress what he had to say into a _Song_—(_loud applauses_)—One word only.—He owed both the _burden_ and the _idea_ of this Song to the _Morning Chronicle_. He had yesterday, the 23rd, found there A BEGGING ADDRESS to the Nation, with DATE OBOLUM BELISARIO prefixed to it as a Motto. This had pleased him much, and this morning at breakfast he had endeavoured to adapt it, _mutatis mutandis_, to his own circumstances: he should now have the honour of giving it.” SONG BY MR. FOX. _To the Tune of_ “Good People of England, and all who love Ale.” Good People of England, of every degree, Lords, Commoners, listen, O! listen to me; Republicans, Royalists, all—mark my ditty— You’ll find I’ve a number of claims on your pity— Date Obolum Belisario. Ye who heard me assert that Lord NORTH, now so mourn’d, Was a _beast_ to be shunn’d, was a _fool_ to be scorn’d, Yet who saw me, with real or fancied alarms, Take the _fool_ to my councils, the _beast_ to my arms, Date Obolum Belisario. Ye who heard me declare the SUBSCRIBERS of REEVES Were a scoundrel collection of cut-throats and thieves, Yet who saw me immediately after repair, And SUBSCRIBE at the Long-Room in Hanover Square, Date Obolum Belisario. Ye who heard—when Invasion was close at our door, And _Parker_ and Liberty rul’d at the _Nore_— Ye who heard—no; I mean, who DID NOT HEAR me speak, While SHERIDAN,[109] damn him! affected to squeak, Date Obolum Belisario. Ye who heard me repeat that Resistance, at length, Was reduc’d, by PITT’S Bill, to a question of _Strength_, And that _prudence_ alone——