Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin: Comprising the Celebrated Political and Satirical Poems, of the Rt. Hons. G. Canning, John Hookham Frere, W. Pitt, the Marquis Wellesley, G. Ellis, W. Gifford, the Earl of Carlisle, and Others.
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Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin: Comprising the Celebrated Political and Satirical Poems, of the Rt. Hons. G. Canning, John Hookham Frere, W. Pitt, the Marquis Wellesley, G. Ellis, W. Gifford, the Earl of Carlisle, and Others.
English poetry; France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Poetry; Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1789-1820
Mr. TOOKE then begged leave to propose Mr. FOX’S health for the
second time, and sat down amidst a thunder of applause.[112]
The Duke of NORFOLK observed to the Company, that as they had drunk
the health of a Man dear to the People, he would now call upon them
to drink the health of their Sovereign[113]—here a hiccup
interrupted his Grace, and a most violent cry of “No Sovereign! no
Sovereign!” resounded through the room, and continued for several
minutes, notwithstanding the earnest entreaties of the Duke to be
heard. Order was, however, restored at length, when his Grace gently
chid the Company for taking advantage of a slight infirmity of
nature, to impute a design to him which was wholly foreign from his
heart—(_loud applause_). He augured well, however, of their
patriotism, and would now afford them an opportunity of repairing
the injury they had done him, by giving the Toast as he
intended—“THE HEALTH OF OUR SOVEREIGN—THE MAJESTY OF THE
PEOPLE”.[114]—(_Loud and incessant shouts of applause._)
A disgusting scene of uproar and confusion followed, which we shall
not attempt to detail. The Chairman sank under the table in a state
of stupefaction, and the rest of the Company, maddened alike with
noise and wine, committed a thousand outrages, till they were
literally turned into the streets by the Waiters. As many of them as
could speak were conducted home by the watchmen; others were
conveyed “in silent majesty” to the Round-house; and not a few of
them slept out the remainder of the night upon the steps of the
neighbouring houses. The Reporters of the Jacobin Papers were sought
out, and conveyed home by the pressmen, devils, &c., and one poor
youth, whom we afterwards found to be a Writer in the _Morning
Chronicle_ (hired for the day by _The True Briton_)[115] had his
pockets picked of a clean white Handkerchief and a Notebook, after
being severely beaten for deserting his former Employers.
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No. XIV.
Feb. 12, 1798.
It has been our invariable custom to suppress such of our
correspondents’ favours as conveyed any compliments to ourselves; and we
have deviated from it in the present instance, not so much out of
respect to the uncommon excellence of the Poem before us, as because it
agrees so intimately with the general design of our paper—to expose the
deformity of the French Revolution, to counteract the detestable arts of
those who are seeking to introduce it here, and above all, to invigorate
the exertions of our countrymen against every Foe, foreign and domestic,
by showing them the immense and inexhaustible resources they yet possess
in British Courage and British Virtue!
TO
THE AUTHOR OF THE ANTI-JACOBIN.
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