Let facts speak for themselves-blush you liberal-minded Jacobins-you who can boast of well using your Workmen, and Workwomen, and can strip them naked, and flog them on the bare backs with a horsewhip till the blood flows plentifully-you who can serve even women so, and cut off their hair when you have done. Can LITTLE SOLOMON do this? Ask at New Radford-a young woman there can tell!

Are we to understand that Landlords are to forgive their Rent, because their Tenants happen to abuse them--do our worthy Corporation do so? or does LITTLE SOLOMON set the example?

Tell Truth and shame the Devil.

N. B. It is currently reported that LITTLE SOLOMON and the BASHAW have turned away Two Workmen, Friends of MR. COKE: is it SO LITTLE SOLOMON, or is it not?

Address, by MR. BIRCH.

To the worthy Electors of the Town and County of the Town of Nottingham,

GENTLEMEN,

I feel sincere pleasure in stating

to you, that on the termination of my personal Canvass, I have received the unequivocal assur

ance of Support, from a very large majority of the Electors, resident in the Town.

The Canvass, which my Friends have kindly undertaken for me, in the Country, is equally favourable; and I therefore feel no hesitation in declaring my determination to abide by the offer of service which I have already made to you, and my decided opinion is that our Efforts must be crowned with ultimate Success.

Upon Men, actuated, as you have shewn yourselves, by a Spirit of Independence, all measures of Coercion, on the part of my opponents, must prove unavailing, and no incitement to perseverance in the cause of Freedom, can now be necessary.

Relying, therefore, on your Truth and Firmness, and upon the partiality which I have already experienced, I shall wait with confidence the opportunity which must ere long be afforded you, of making your Free and Independent choice of a Member to serve you in Parliament.

I have the honor to be, Gentlemen,

Your much obliged & faithful Servant,

JOSEPH BIRCH.

Nettingham, April 20, 1803.

Address in favor of MR. BIRCH.

To the Independent Electors of the Town of
Nottingham.

GENTLEMEN,

I have read, with a mixture of surprise, sorrow, and indignation, that it has been basely said to many of you, who informed Mr. Coke's friends that you had promised your Votes to Mr. Birch, that "you need not mind that,—that you might get over that," and othes words to this effect.

Good God! my Friends, what do they take you for? I am not surprised that some men should think there are Scoundrels plenty in the world, who would not scruple to forfeit their words, and violate their promises?-but I am surprised that there should be men impudent enough to tell yea to your faces, that ye are the men! Dodg to insult you, by saying that an honest hent not beat beneath a shabby coa; cause you are destitute of that Weam. for purposes we cannot fathom, is taller

lot, you must also be devoid of Honour, Fanp and Integrity?

Does Mr. Birch tell you that he thinks thus of you? or has he ever made such a base proposal to any one amongst you? No! if he had, he would have acquired a feeling to which, I am sure, he is as yet an utter stranger; for he would have learnt to despise himself. When men answer him that they have promised their Votes, he gives them credit, for honest and conscientious motives, in so doing; and does not tell them, like some others, that he looks upon them as Rascals, whom no promise, however solemn, can bind.

But I have lived a good many years amongst you, and, thank God, I know you better, I know that you consider your WORD as good as your BOND; your PROMISE as sacred as your OATH;-and when the great Triumphant Day of Trial comes, your defamers will find,—that, though POOR, ye are VIRTUOUS; though DESPISED, ye are INDEPENDENT; that ye gave your Promises from the honest dictates of your consciences; and that in the front of Pride and Oppression, ye will each of you ratify that sacred Bond of Confidence betwixt Man and Man.

The Poor Man's Friend, and

A Lover of Truth.

Nottingham, April 4th, 1803.

THE

FREEMAN'S PARODY

ON THE SONG OF

ANACREON IN HEAVEN.

To the same Tune.

To a brave honest man, independent and free,
A few Sons of Liberty sent a petition,
That he their Inspirer and Patron would be,
When this answer arriv'd to the glorious mission:
No longer dispute,

Let faction be mute,

I'll lend you my name and inspire you to boot.
Then we swear, cry'd these men, that we'll firmly entwine,
A Garland of Birch around Liberty's shrine.

The news through the country immediately flew,
When to give themselves airs all the Tories began;
If these whigs are thus suffer'd their schemes to pursue
The devil a burgess will vote for our Dan.

Hark! already they cry,

In transports of joy,

Away to the brave sons of Freedom we'll fly,
And there with good fellows we'll learn to entwine
A Garland of Birch around Liberty's shrine.

Oppression alone our Election can gain,
Dukes, lords, and esquires must aid our design,
Coercion must force where persuasion is vain,
And the landlord and master together combate:
Our power no fear on't,

Shall soon do its ctrand;