Who nobly stood the test,
For the electors of great Middlesex
I know he’ll do his best;
He will pull old Nosey o’er the coals,
And lay him on his back,
And he swears that little Bob’s head
He will shove into a rat trap.”
Then come the “elegies.” Of three of these I cite the opening stanza. That on the “Death of Queen Adelaide” has for an illustration a figure of Britannia leaning on her shield, with the “Muse of History,” (as I presume from her attributes,) at Britannia’s feet. In the distance is the setting sun:
“Old England may weep, her bright hopes are fled,
The friend of the poor is no more;