He saw, and smil’d, applause.
Still had he gaz’d; but ’midst the tide
Some Downshire voters seemed to glide,
With aspect sweet and mild:
Their lists of freeholds in their hand
With names of those they could command,
Betray’d this ardent child.
The hapless youth with transport saw;
A prosing speech, and then a claw,
To gain the sturdy race