Bob Fudge.
[26] The first Epistle, "Radical Monday," a satirical description of the Town Moor great Meeting on the 11th Oct. 1819.—The second Epistle (unpublished) "Radical Thursday and Whig Wednesday," on the public Meetings held in Newcastle, on those days, for addressing the Queen, &c.
[27] Lord Castlereagh.
[28] A military Officer on horseback in the crowd at the time the Mail Coach passed, decorated in honour of the Coronation, was, together with the Coach, pelted by the populace.
[29] An Independent Methodist Preacher, who, forgetting the commission of his Divine Master to preach the Gospel, even on the highways and hedges, applied in vain to the Mayor, for leave for himself and brethren to hold a camp meeting on the Town Moor. The worthy Magistrate objected, on the ground of injuring the interests of the "church as by law established;" or, more properly speaking, the interests of the established Clergy. Anvil is also celebrated by Bob Fudge, in his First Epistle, entitled "Radical Monday," as one of the orators at the Town Moor great meeting on the 11th October, 1819.
BOB FUDGE'S POSTSCRIPT
To his Account of the great Town Moor Meeting, on Monday, 11th October, 1819.
Since the Meeting, dear Bob, many things have come out,
Which in Gotham have made a most damnable rout:
Mister Mayor at a trifle does not seem to stick,
With the Rads[30] he's been playing Sir Archy Mac Syc.—
While Sidmouth he cramm'd with some Green Bag Supplies,
Which—alas! for his Worship—have turn'd out all lies!
A stark staring Parson,[31] to add to the store,
A budget has sent to the noble Strathmore;
And some other Arch Wag, whom all grace has forsook,
A thumper has palm'd on a great Northern Duke!
Sir Matt, too, so lately the pride of the Tyne,
Against poor old Gotham did also combine;
By supporting Bold Archy's most libellous letter,
He has added another strong link to the fetter!
The rivet he's clos'd, which no mortal can sever,
And set now's the "Bright Star of Heaton" for ever!
But let him beware—for "a Rod is in pickle,"
Which, sooner or later, "his Toby will tickle!"
Both the Houses have rung with the direful alarms,
Of the Rads on the Tyne and the Wear being in arms;
'Tis all a sly hoax—the Alarmists alarming,
For there's not the least symptom of Rising or Arming!