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Some popular chief More noisy than the rest, but cries halloo, And in triee the believing herd come out; The gates are barred, the ways are barrica- doed; And one and all's the word true cocks O the game! They never ask for what or whom they fight, But turn lem out, and show 'em but foe, Cry liberty, and that's cause for quarrel.

 Dryden. Thou many-headed monster-thing, 0 who would wish to be thy kingl Scoa They praise, and they admire they know not what, And know not whom, but as one leads the other. ,iIiHaa.