374 CITY OP WORCESTER.

Mr. W----D

The whole C-t of A-d-n told me fine tales,

That I a fit member should be,

And of all the gay towns or in England or Wales

Fair Wor'ster's the town for me.

Fair Wor'ster's the town, &c.

Mr. R---S

Her mouth is as wide as the mouth of a whale,

And swallow e'en Nabobs as fry;

What delicate bits, with our cash and our ale,

Are the gudgeons, dear W---d ! - you and I.

Are the gudgeons, &c.

Mr. W---D.

Each A-d-n's pocket's so much like a sieve,

To fill them I oft am perplexed ;

Since give one election e'en all I can give,

'Tis always run through by the next.

'Tis always, &c.

Mr. R---S

Their crimes are as black as the Chancellor's face,

Their shame like the lost Great Seal;

But you and I, W--d, should not sit for this place,

Were we all we know to reveal.

Were we all we know, &c.

Mr. W-

Your friendship, dear colleague, I always shall boast,

And thank you for this good advice ;

But my wife calls, and I, like a cock-summon'd ghost,

Must be whipp'd, or be gone in a trice.

Must be whipp'd, &c.

Great contests also signalised the beginning of the present century. A memorable election was that of 1806, between a Lygon and a Lyttelton, terminating in favour of the former; and there was an eight days' contest in 1812, when Robarts and Gordon were elected. Lord Deerhurst, who had won golden opinions in his defeat, was soothed by the presentation of a gold cup, and on the death of Robarts, in 1816, his Lordship