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The Hon. Member was proceeding, when the Noble Lord suddenly rose in a paroxysm, and to the astonishment of all present, with a loud voice, looking at each occasionally, but particularly at Mr. C-NNG, he sung with great emotion

"Ye scamps, ye pads, ye divers,

"All ye upon the lay!"

His Lp evidently relieved by having thus given vent to his feelings, at the expence of his colleagues, placidly sunk into his arm chair.

Lord S-DM-H perceiving the tranquillising effect of this song, immediately volunteered to follow it, and began

"I am an old maiden, by virgins despised."

The Noble Secretary then called on Mr.V T-T, who sung,

"Now's the time to change our clime,

"Commerce shuts his day-book."

The CHR of the Ex-R caught the eye of the Lord CHR, who protested he had never sung in his life. It was an employment for which he was not fitted. He once said, and he repeated, that he would not give five shillings to hear CATALANI sing-he had music enough at home. The gifts which he enjoyed were few. He now and then hummed a little, but the power of singing, he protested, was one he did not possess. In speaking of his gifts, he did not allude to his political influence, or his patronage in the church. If I am called on, (here the Chr, shewed greater emotion) I will endeavour, with due assistance, (his voice faltered still more) to attempt something, but I doubt (his Lordship put his hand to his heart and wept,) that is, I affirm and believe, as I shall answer to my own conscience and the Prince REGENT, that this will not end here!

The LD CHR, then in deep bass, with a solemn tone, sung as follows:--

"As a poor donkey lay, on a sun-shiny day,

"In the centre, between two fine trusses of hay;
"He first look'd on this side, and then turn'd to that,
"Undetermined still which truss he first would be at."

The CR's song was given in a style of gravity eminently befitting his dignified station. Towards the conclusion, he pulled his white handkerchief from his pocket and wept copiously. The applauses of his friends encreased his distress. At length he recovered himself sufficiently to call on Mr. ORANGE P-L, first reminding him, that he should sing or say nothing to injure the nice feelings of the Noble L-d, whose low spirits they were thus endeavouring

to cheer.

Mr. ORANGE P--L turned his back to Mr. VTT-T, and sung a new garland, entitled,

"The Crafty London Prentice; or Bow Bells."

The Noble Lord's agitation was evidently much soothed by Mr. ORANGE P—L's voice and ditty, for he called on him to sing an Irish Song.

Mr. ORANGE P-L immediately sung :

"De night before Billy's birth-day,

"Some friend to de Dutchman came to him;
"And though he expected no pay,
"He swore, by de hookey, he'd do him,

"For he was a gragh of a boy.

"Den up to his Highness he goes,

"And wid tar he anointed his body;

"So when dat de morning arose,

"Och! he look'd like a sweep in a noddy,

"It fitted him just to de skin!"

His Lordship highly enjoyed this Song,* which consisted of several verses; but his friends thought it improper he should be so humoured; and Mr. P-L called on Mr. C-NN-G, who walked up to the Noble L-d as he lay upon the couch, and sitting beside him, endeavoured to recollect what he could sing as a solemn farewell, which should commemorate the Duel they fought.

This ballad was made on a whimsical incident. Upon the Anniversary of King WILLIAM, the Orange-men in Dublin, go in grand procession round his statue, which is always dressed on the occasion with orange ribbons. This statue, from the tricks

In less than twenty minutes, Mr. C-NN-G sung with great feeling

"There was two Tom Cats on a wall."

The R-RD-R being called upon by Mr.C-NN-G remained silent and diffident. Mr. C-NN-G walked up to him and asked how he had fared lately. He said, poorly-and was about to explain; but Mr. C-NN-G entreating him to be as merry as he was wise, and oblige the company: the Worshipful and Learned Gentleman, in a firm and determined voice, sung,

"The Night before Larry was stretch'd."

Mr. R-RD-R called on Mr. W-B-F-E, who hoped that the venerable and venerated individual, played with it, is guarded at night by regular watchmen, whose vigilance has nevertheless been outwitted by the disloyal. In the year Lord Nelson died, the Orange-men prepared for the usual procession. Early in the morning they came to dress the statue. Their astonishment at seeing it covered with tar, "black as ten Furies," and the two watchmen carefully watching it, with a tar pail beside them, may be well conceived. The watchmen were instantly seized; and deposed, that the night before, a man with a pailful of tar and a brush, put a ladder against the statue, and called to them to hold it; "What are you going to do?" said the watchmen, "To paint the Statue against the procession tomorrow," answered the man on the ladder, "hand me up the pail." "By J-s" said the watchman, "you are painting it black." "Sure and I am,' answered the painter, who worked in the tar with his brush all the while, "Sure, and I am, for isn't Lord NELSON dead, and isn't it out of respect to him that Billy is to be in mourning!"-" There," said he, "I've done him. I'll be back presently-have an eye to the pail!" dismounted, and they saw him no more.

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The Orangemen were sorely quizzed in the above ballad on Billy's anointing :

"O de papists, de papists dey cried,

"Are de boys dat bedivel'd our darling,
"Their loyalty seldom was tried,
"And never was found to be starling,

"Och murder look at de King's Picture.

Its' one of de blackest of crimes,

"Dat ever de divels effected;

"Och, its well there's no spunk in de times "Or else we'd soon make em repent it;

"And send 'em to Connaught or Hell!"

and his noble and worthy friends, would excuse him. He had never exercised his voice in that way, though it was not for him to blame those who did. They were respectable and respected, and he was sure would indulge him, in his humble desire to be silent. This address heightened the general desire to hear Mr. W-B-F-E, who, after much entreaty, chaunted most melodiously—

"Death and the Lady."

The Noble Lord had fallen asleep during Mr. W-B-F-E's ballad. He awoke just as it was finished, and vociferated, with all his strength, that his friends were rascals, and desired they might be sent to the Penitentiary at Millbank. They laughed. The Noble Lord's delusion encreased. He seized several books from the table and threw them with great force. Mr. C-NN-G, just as he was preparing to speak, was hit on the teeth with his own Parody on the Te Deum; Mr. V- TT-T received a dreadful blow from the Calculations on the Sinking Fund, it is feared his scull is fractured; Mr. W-B-F-E was knocked down by a book lettered Vital on the back; Lord S-DM-н dropped under the Dissenter's Bill, which, in passing, brushed against the CH-R; Mr. P―L received a stunning blow from an Orange; and the R-RD-R received the Case of ELIZABETH FENNING full in the face, and was carried off helpless by the Ordinary.

Scarcely two hours had elapsed from the time of the Noble Lord's attack, until he assailed his colleagues. As soon as they could re-assemble, a C-B-T C-C-L was held at L-D S-DM-H's Office, at which it is understood to have been determined, that as this event. threatened the Ministry with dissolution, it was necessary, for their preservation, that the country should be put into a proper state of alarm.

The Mails were accordingly detained nearly forty minutes beyond their usual hour of starting, in order to receive the following

BULLETIN.

An unexpected and most awful calamity has plunged HMy's confidential servants in profound grief. At present it is impossible to say more, than that they rely on satisfactory methods being taken throughout the country, to quiet all apprehension for the safety of the metropolis.

It was next recommended to the printers to take all the pulls off their printing presses and put them in the custody of the Police Magistrates, and that centries should be placed at the doors of the respective printing offices. The guards were marched to the Bank, and those in the Tower were drilled. The toll on the New Strand Bridge was most strictly taken. As apprehensions encreased, it was deemed proper to cover up the Regent's Bomb, in St. James's Park, which had hitherto remained exposed: this important service, so deeply interesting to His Royal Highness, was happily effected with the greatest activity, and without accident, by the prompt and extraordinary exertion of the centinels on duty. The fire engines of the different companies were ordered to be in attendance at their several stations, night and day, and the firemen to be in readiness to play in their best white stockings at a few hours notice.

Whilst these wise and salutary measures were in progress, the Noble Lord's existence was evidently drawing nearer to a close. His colleagues think it would be a happy release.

On the day of his Lordship's decease, the whiskey shops in St. Giles's will not be allowed to serve more than double the quantity of spirits they usually sell on Saturday night.

Orders are already issued for the Courier to go into mourning forthwith.

Preparations are making to illuminate all over London; and Ministers are preparing to leave town. Irish Manufactures have risen Ten per Cent. Black Cloth has fallen Twelve Shillings per Yard. It is impossible to say where all this will end.

FINIS.

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