Members to Parliament. Had this Mr. Hobhouse then, who had such a voter, any right to complain of the voters who may flock to his opponent?

At this moment the attention of the crowd was divided by the appearance of another orator from the railing in front of the hustings, who said he was a friend of Mr. Hobhouse, but whether by accident or design, the words had hardly escaped his lips, when he fell, or was pulled from the place on which he stood.

There he goes, resumed Mr. HUNT; he is an example of Mr. Hobhouse's case; he shews you that it is in a falling state.(Laughter and applause.)

At this moment a stick was thrown from among the crowd, which struck Mr. Hunt on the breast.

Mr. HUNT bowed to the quarter from which it came, and said, "I thank you; but I am too old a soldier to be killed with one shot."

The circumstance of the stick being thrown created a tumult, and a number of persons called out to have the individual seized who had made the assault.

Mr. HUNT pointed at the individual, and said he was convinced he was the man who threw the stick.

The designation of the particular person was hardly given, when (to the credit of the multitude present it should be recorded) he was immediately and very roughly seized, and handed over by the persons who were near him to the constables at the outer railing before the hustings. So great was the anxiety to secure the person of the individual who was represented as having thrown the stick, that Mr. Lee, the high constable, seeing the peril he was likely to be in from rough usage, ordered the constables to take care he should not be hurt in getting him over the railing. He seemed to be an idle looking fellow, who had thrust himself into the crowd for the want of any other employment of his time, and who seemed more frightened at the scrape he had got into, than it was likely he would have been had he gone prepared for mischief, and made up his mind to abide the result.

Mr. HUNT said, that the fellow belonged to Sir Francis Burdett. The fellow himself, probably with a view of getting some assistance, to place him in a more comfortable birth than he had, said he was a friend to Mr. Hobhouse. But this stratagem did not avail him, for the crowd, with a propriety which did them infinite credit, left him just where he was, in the custody of the constables, to be disposed of as he deserved. He was afterwards, however, turned out, we believe, by the constables, on expressing contrition for his act, and in the absence of the necessary evidence, to warrant any further proceedings against him.

Mr. HUNT, as soon as the uproar of taking this man into custody had subsided, continued to address the Meeting, and to entreat that they would also hear his friend, Mr. Gale Jones, who had stood by him during the whole of the last election, and was equally with him at his post in this. It was said that he and his friends had coalesced with the Whigs-they had done no such thing. But Mr. Lamb had fairly and candidly declared, that he was the advocate of an extension of suffrage to householders, and this was going full as far as Sir Francis Burdett had ever gone. This was going at least to something that was intelligible; whereas, nobody could understand what Mr. Hobhouse was at. After some remarks on Sir Francis Burdett's silence last night in the House of Commons, when the Poor Laws were under discussion, Mr. Hunt concluded, by stating, that Mr. Hobhouse would be put out in the present Election, and his patron, Sir Francis Burdett, in the next.

The same paper, the British Press, from which this is extracted, goes on to state that Mr. Gale Jones now stepped forward, but the lateness of the hour, and incessant interruption, rendered it impossible to catch any thing but imperfect sentences for the remainder of the evening. The Reporter of the Chronicle, however, was more successful, and to him the reader is indebted for the following account of Mr. Jones's speech, as also of Mr. Hunt's and Mr. Peter Walker's, which none of the other papers deigned to notice.

Mr. GALE JONES began by stating, that the meeting would recollect that he had promised to pay his respects to the various candidates according to their seniority in point of nomination. He had yesterday endeavoured to shew them what the merits of Mr. Hobhouse were, and how he might be depended on. It was very unfortunate for some persons that they would not take the advice of friends, and it not unfrequently happened in the daily transactions of life, that those we were in the habit of branding with the name of enemies, were found to be our best and sincerest friends. Even from an enemy truth and useful instruction might be profitably derived, and he was an enemy to himself and his best interests, who would not avail himself of such instruction. Applying this observation to Mr. Hobhouse, it was impossible not to see that to his stubbornness and that of his party, might be easily traced the miserable appearance which their numbers this day exhibited. In his remarks on Sir Charles Wolseley, who had spoken recently from the hustings, Mr. Hobhouse had accused him of being able to utter only three sentences. Probably that might be true; but had the Baronet or Mr. Hobhouse been able to answer these three sentences? The contrary was the case, and shewed the paucity of talent possessed by the Guardian and his Ward. The name of Mr. Lamb had afforded

some amusement to the Baronet and Mr. Hobhouse, and several attempts at wit had been made on that name, especially as it also belonged to an innocent animal. Mr. Hobhouse would, therefore, not think it unfair to say, that he also might be a happy subject of amusement; for though the Rump had supposed that the Electors were to have Hobson's choice, "him or none," they had unfortunately damned the piece, and it was succeeded by the farce of "Hob in the Well." The humbled looks, the affected smile and dejected appearance of the party, shewed indeed that Hob was far sunk in the well, and that it would require more energy than that of Sir Francis Burdett to get him in the bucket and pull him up. He pardoned the irritation which Mr. Hobhouse felt, he pitied him on, account of the deplorable situation he was placed in, and would excuse the want of temper evinced by the Rump, because their. cause was now gone. He would ask them, he would ask any unbiassed and unprejudiced man-who were the friends of riot and disorder? To whom were they to impute any tendency to riot, but to the drunken and disordered friends of Mr. Hobhouse? whose minds were distracted by the overwhelming opposition they had been obliged to encounter. It was the earnest wish and the sole design of these persons to create a confusion, and to put down others by a clamorous noise. That wish, however, was vain-that design had been rendered abortive. True, they had partially interrupted Mr. Lamb, but why was this done? Was the Baronet and his Rump afraid to hear Mr. Lamb? Did they judge him incapable of being answered, and did they hope by clamour to prevent him from being heard? Such was the only rational conclusion which could be deduced from their conduct, and such was a specimen of the candour which these friends of liberality and freedom of speech possessed, and to which they laid such mighty claims. The Baronet now saw that Westminster was not to be put down by dictation, and that she would assert her rights even in the teeth of the Honorable Baronet. The day of popularity was gone by, as far as the Baronet was concerned, and he now saw himself deserted, and even hooted by those whom he had described as his dearest friends. Such being Mr. Hobhouse, and such his protector and friend, he would leave them now to the judgment of the Electors, and what that judgment would be was now self-evident, from the appearance of the poll.. "The glory had, indeed, departed, and hope was buried in the dust." With respect to Mr. Lamb, he begged to trouble them with a few words. Differing, as he had uniformly done, from the Whigs, he felt himself bound to state his high delight at the glorious state in which Mr. Lamb now stood on the poll. The Baronet and his protegé could not find any argument against Mr. Lamb, which could be of use to them, and they therefore employed scurrilous

language, and discharged a volley of abuse against the Whig party. What connexion attacks on that party had to do with the question, it was for them to say, and it only served to shew the nakedness of their cause. Among other things, it was said that Mr. Lamb was a candidate supported by both parties. He (Mr. Jones) was not surprised at this, when he considered how admirably adapted the amiable manners, the gentlemanly conduct, the liberal enlightened principles, and the excellent good humour of that Gentleman were, to conciliate all parties, and win the affections of all who knew him. He unquestionably would prefer Mr. Lamb by far to Mr. Hobhouse, because the principles of the former were intelligible to all, while those of the latter were understood by none; aye, not even by himself. Mr. Lamb had told them that he came before them as a stranger, and they, like honest Englishmen, had received and treated him kindly. As to the creed of Mr. Hobhouse, it was understood by none, for it shewed the individual to be possessed of no principle. It had long been justly observed, and indeed the observation was not more logical than true, that he could not be considered as a man of principle who had no fixed plan to go by. Such was the case with Mr. Hobhouse, whose ideas were a labyrinth accessible to none. He trusted the friends of the Baronet would recover their good humour, and permit themselves to hear plain truths for once at least in their lives. Really it was unmanly, it was cowardly, it was ungenerous, to be ill natured, because one lost a cause. At present he would not say more, as he would have another opportunity of addressing them before the election was over.

Mr. HUNT. Gentlemen, I have only a word to say, which I am sure will not displease you. I have just this moment been told that if Mr. Lamb succeeds in his election, as I am certain he will, Sir Francis Burdett will accept the office of Steward to the Chiltern Hundreds. He snapt his fingers at you the other day; but now you can snap your fingers at him. Let us give three cheers for the state of the poll. So much for the fall of the Rump. I wish you good night.

Mr. PETER WALKER, in coming forward as a friend of Major Cartwright, observed, that he would not have offered himself at that late hour, had it not been that he had not had an opportunity of addressing them earlier during the whole Election. He had now presented himself to their notice as the same unaltered individual, attached to the principles of that inflexible and honest patriot, Major Cartwright; a man not more esteemed for his consistent uniform conduct, than beloved and venerated as the father and friend of Reform, but whose only fault in the eyes of the Rump was his increased years, and who was thereby judged unfit to sit in the House of Commons, though no man knew more than he did relative to the

British Constitution. It had been said by the supporters of the Baronet and his hopeful nominee, that there was a coalition between the friends of Mr. Lamb and the friends of the Major; but he could state in the most decided terms, that such was not the case. The friends of the Major had not canvassed one single person in favour of Mr. Lamb, nor one in favour of the Major himself. He had the strongest reasons for preferring Mr. Lamb, because, with all due respect for the Baronet, he would not sacrifice his own opinions to serve any person whom the Baronet or the Committee might nominate; for the person who had been brought forward was supported by tricks and by delusion. Though the Committee was 300 strong, they would find the people stronger. Much had been said relative to the Whigs, and much abuse had been thrown on them as a corrupt body. In reply he would say, that that body had not done the mischief to the cause of liberty which the other side had. They had not contributed to send English gold out of the country, and substitute a miserable paper currency-they had not brought the debt on the nation, or the Gagging Bill and the Suspension Act, He disliked the Oligarchy which wished to rule over Westminster, and was glad they were now unmasked. After a few other observations, he concluded.

Mr. Walker concluded about six o'clock, and nearly the last attendant at the bustings had by that time disappeared.

FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 19.-FIFTH DAY.

THE large majority in which all kinds of exertions used for Mr. Lamb had placed him upon the poll of yesterday, seemed completely to have taken away whatever small inclination there might still remain amongst the people not to pronounce their opinion in behalf of Mr. Hobhouse, to the total exclusion of all possible sentiments towards Mr. Lamb. It was a very wet morning, but as the afternoon advanced, the crowd became greater than in any former day; and those who voted for Mr. Lamb were hissed, whilst the supporters of the contrary side were loudly applauded. For the purpose already mentioned of recording the "Spirit of the Journals," the account of the Chronicle of the close of this day's poll, shall be first given. It is as follows:

"At the close of the poll the numbers were