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First he attacked the \nliberty of the Press, which is now no more; next \nthe Right of Trial by jury, in which by the aid of \njudge pratt and the spirited writings of Junius \nhe was then defeated: the arbitrary Excise- laws were \nextended on all sides, the Game laws were made Penal > \nthe infamous marriage act was passed to pre- \nvent intermarriages between the Rich -znd Poor, and \nthe Poor laws were stained with so many cruel \namendments as to become a most formidable wea- \npon of injustice and oppression. The Militia laws \nwere likewise mutilated and wrested, so that all affinity \nwiui Citizens was destroyed in that national armed \n. The most venal of the Clergy were appointed \nistrates, and the fountain of justice was poisoned \nat its source by the pretended independence of the \n\n\n\nJudges, who were rendered independent of the Nation \nonly. At an early period , the celebrated Junius and \nother writers, forefaw and foretold in what these gra- \ndual invasions would terminate, but like the prophe- \ncies of Cassandra , th<5 always true were never \ncredited. \n\nThe world will long remember the envenomed con* \ntest between the King -znd Mr. Wilkes , the wild \nand indecorous lengths to which the strong resent- \nment of the Monarch led him in search of revenge on \nthat crafty adventurer; who triumphed over his po- \nwer , and obtained by the victory an importance , to \nwhich, in other times, neither his virtues -or his ta- \nlents could have entitled him : it was during the \nprogress of this dispute, that the first glimpse of the \nbad propensities of the British Monarch were ob- \ntained. \n\nDuring the strong agitation of the public mind occa- \nsioned by the encroachments of the Crown, the hand that \ndirected all the arbitrary movements , was shrouded in \ndarkness , and the deluded Million contented itself with \ninsulting lord bute when he appeared in public, \nor burning his effigies on Gibbets, to him then was \nattributed all the odium of the Court despotism , yet \nin the walks of private life he was truly amiable ; \nand united in his character the Gentleman, Philoso- \npher, and Scholar. \n\nThe uime; lean fV^r was in every sense of the \nA 3 word \n\n\n\nword the War of the Sovereign y aided by a corrupt, \nand renal Legislature; how this War terminated \n1 need not recite , but the unfortunate Minister (lord \ni u) whose heart was sympathy itself, pursued by \nthe voice of public hate, sunk beneath the weight of \ncrimes not his own ; whilst his Sovereign , the real au- \nthor of that desolating War, was pitied by the Nation- \nas I sidy good meaning Man, the dupe of vicious \nMinisters. \n\nMr. fox, one the greatest and best Statesmen \nthat any country ever produced , has had but little \nshare in the conducting of the public affairs, though \nof all other Men the best adapted to guide the coun- \ncils of such a Nation as England, When last he was \nin Office , having by some means offended his Royal \nMaster y he was suddenly dismissed with the most \npointed marks of angry resentment, and the cnsignia \nof Office was demanded in the name of the King at \nthe hour of midnight ! \n\nThere is a nobleness of mind, an integrity of heart, \ncontempt for riches and detestation of hypocrisy at- \ntached to Mr. fox, which must very ill suit with \nthe dark and narrow notions of the King. It is \nscarce more than two years ago, that the illustrious \nname of ciiarles james fox was struck off \n(with every mark of contempt) from the list of privy \nC o u N s E L-L OR S by the hand of the Sovereign / The \ncause, that produced this gust of passion originated \nin Mr. fox\'s having the day before in a public Corn- \npa- \n\n\n\n7 \n\npany given as a Toast, "the majesty of the \npeople" were the people, whom this Sovereign des- \npises so cordially taken from him, may I ask what \nwould become of his Majesty ? \n\nMr. pitt, upon turning apostate & betraying the \nnation whose cause he pretended to advocate, was ele- \nvated to the Office of Chancellor of the Exchequer ; \nwhatever was left undone by former agents of the \nCrown, has been nearly completed by this Man, and \nit certainly required such a minister as this, and \nsuch a monarch as his Master > to have plunged \nEngland into the Ocean of folly & misery, in which \nshe is now struggling, and must eventually sink: \nA general system of Corruption has been the Grave \nof British freedom & prosperity ; so soon as any \nman by his eloquence and influence became of suffi- \ncient consequence as to give trouble to the Minister \nby opposing his measures , he was purchased by \nthe Crown with a Title, Pension or Place , as best \nsuited the end, with as little ceremony as an Ox \nwould be bought by a Butcher! Thus to the long train \nof apostates, who deferted the Nation and arranged. \nthemselves under the Banners of pitt, were seen, \n\nEURKE, WINDHAM, WILBERFORCE, PORT- \nLAND, &c. &c. and there too would be seen the \ncelebrated sherridan, but that his pride will nor \nsubmit to accept any subaltern station : Betrayed by \na long succession of Parliamentary demagogues , the \nNation , wearied cc disgusted , withdrew all confidence \nfrom the Legislature , and no longer looks to that once \n\nres- \n\n\n\nrespected Body for ought but , wars , taxation , \nand oppressive laws. \n\nThe present King has taken more from the liber- \nties and property of the people, than all the Mo- \nnarchs from the days of avilliam the Norman! \nHe has destroyed the dignity of the noih.es, by \ncreating more Peers > - than had been created during \nthe long space of 600 years before , the morals of \nthefe new fangled Lords, and Ladies, the multitude \nof Divorces which have been sued for, argue that he \nhas been rewarding vice and depravity, not enobling, \nCourage, Genius, and Virtue! \xe2\x80\x94 When the crimes \nof a wretch have rendered his name the butt of public \nscorn and detestation, then the miscreant is covered \nwith a Title y and the infamous Wedderbume > is at- \ntempted to be drowned in the pompous sound of lord \nLoughborough, or the execrable and bloody cri- \nmes of the cruel John Fitzgibbon, in the title of \n\nEARL Of CLARE! \n\nIn some part of the Globe or other the King has \nbeen almost continally involved in War, or prepara- \ntions for it. At one time striving to exterminate the \nRebels of -America , the Maroons, at Jamaica, or \nthe United Men of Ireland. In uimerica 3 savages \nwere bribed, and incited, to scalp, tomahawk, \nor massacre, the unarmed inhabitants. At Jamaica, \n(that hot bed of crime & human mifery,) blood \nhounds have been imported by lord bjilcarras \nto hunt the proscribed Maroons to death! In direct \n\nvio* \n\n\n\nviolation of colonel walpoles treaty. \xe2\x80\x94 In Ire- \nland 3 torture has long been , & now is made com- \nmon use of to extort confession. All these enormi- \nties have been reprobated by the few upright mem- \nbers of the Legislative Bodies , and as often defended \non the plea of necessity by the Agents of the Crown : \na pretty certain token whence they spring. He has \nreduced the labouring class of inhabitants in England \nby the cruel excess of taxation, to a condition so \ntruly deplorable , as to justify the celebrated declaration \nof His Royal Highness the duke of clarence , who \nin his eloauent & disinterested defence of the African \nSlave-trade, in the House of lords : declared , that \nthe Slaves of the West India Planters, were more \nhappy , better fed \', cloathed and treated than the \nBritish Peasantry! \n\nThe Government of England is now, and has long \nbeen upheld by the Military power alone; so bound- \nless has been its prodigality, that was the entire pro- \nperty of the Nation given over in full right to the \nCrown, after it had defrayed the charges of collec- \ntion , and left a bare sufficiency for the people to \nsubsist on , it could not exact a revenue so pro- \ndigious as it is now expending. \n\nIn many places in England, the whole yearly ren- \ntal of entire districts, if abandoned by its owners, \n& appropriated to the use of the poor alone , would \nprove by far too little to give bread to the vast mul- \ntitudes cast upon it for support. At Kettering, in \n\nB Nort. \n\n\n\nA\', mrhke, test yeff, the rmomri of the \n\npoors fftWS was fifty two shillings for every Twenty \nshillings annual rent. A Farmer who paid One Hun- \ndred pound sterling per annum for hh land , must \nalso pay 7V* Hundred and iSfcr# Pound more towards \nmaintaining the Poor, and all this exclusive of Tithes * \nLocal charges, and the endless catalogue oi taxes to the \nCrown. To talk of provisions becoming reasonable in \nEngland is \'an absurdity, bordering on madness. \n\nThe Habeas Corpus Act , &S. Ml <& Rights, even \n4$gw\xc2\xab GW/*r itself, those grand bulwarks of \nBritish Liberty arc prostrated by the arm of prero- \ngative; the best Citizens are now consigned to \nthe Kings Bafiille, and there incarcerated for year s \nwithout knowing their accusers, or having been \nguilty of a crime. \n\nWindham , (late Minister of TTar) said once in \nthe House of Commons , " If we cannot make the \npeople dumb, we will make the Soldiers deaf," im- \nmediately vast barracks were erected in every part of \nthe Country to inclose the soldiers, and every arti- \nfice of power made use of to make them forget the \nwrongs, or sufferings of their Countrymen. \n\nLet not the world imagine that the King has the \nleast intention of entering with sincerity into any \nnegotiation for Peace with France as a Republic, \nunless the most imperious necessity enforces the mea- \nsure: when he signs a Peace with the French Re- \n, he signs the death warrant of hi* overgrown \n\nno- \n\n\n\nIt \n\npower* \xe2\x80\x94 England must become a Republic , or \nFrance** Monarchy ; any other arrangement will be \nbut of short duration, a kind of armed Truce; and \nwhich of these two events is most likely to take \nplace I leave the world to determine. \n\nPeace! that shall heal the wounds inflicted by \nthis desolating War in every other Nation , will \nprove a source of irreparable calamity to the Govern- \nment of England* The convulsions of War , the \nconquests of the British Navy, have driven com- \nmerce almost exclusively into the hands of British \nmerchants. So soon as a Peace is established d com- \nmerce will return to its old channels, or be invited \ninto new ones* The vast arrears of the navy must \nbe discharged , the large foreign property vested in \nthe English Funds, will be mostly withdrawn. Mul- \ntitudes of persons are now maintained by the manu- \nfacture of warlike weapons &c. which employ ceases \nwith the War, \xe2\x80\x94 But at the least, one year will \nelapse before the manufactories destroyed by War can \nbe restored; The Bank, now insolvent will then be \nfoced to avow a Bankruptcy ; The paper which \nit has emitted is almost too great for conception ; \nThe quantity of forged notes great enough to occu- \npy the time of seventy clerks to check them. \nWithin one month of a peace it is bound to pay \nit\'s notes in specie; where is that specie to be found! \nWill the crowd of dethroned Monarchs , and fugitive \nPrinces who sold the blood of their people for the gold \nof uit British^ willing to rnve back the price of ruin? \nB a Twas \n\n\n\n12 \n\nVTwas chiefly for that most dishonourable purpose \nthe Bank has been stripped of its specie, which after \nentering the German territories found its way to Franc* \nin the shape of contributions. \n\nManufacturers & Artisans , (oppressed by taxa- \ntion which Peace itself cannot diminish ,) will rush in \ncrowds to other soils where protection & reward shall \ninvite and will carry their arts along with them. The \nvast quantity of Navy and Exechequer Bills , must \nbe funded (discharged they caSfbt be) for which \npurpofe new taxes must be laid to pay the interest. \nThe land tax is sold > Income tax mortgaged \', in \nfact, taxation has reached its ne plus ultra , and \nevery attempt to increase it will fail , by persons les- \nsening the consumption of articles of luxury. Thus \nsituated with but a choice of evils, it is evident, \nthat whilst any hope of rekindling TVar abroad , or \nsupporting it remains; Peace must not be expected: \nThe entire fabric of the British Government , rests. \nupon paper ; long such a structure caiaot last : \nFrance and America have both made the experi- \nment, and in both it has failed. \xe2\x80\x94 In England all \nconfidence in the bank is at end ; it has been the \nmeans by which pitt has carried on his mad ca- \nreer, which must terminate in Bankruptcy & ruin. \nThe riches of the King are enormous : not less than \n1 5,000,0000 pounds sterling: wherever it is placed, it \nis not one tenth part in the .English Bank : \xe2\x80\x94 many \nof the Nobility are now and have for some time, \nbeen secretly raising money to purchase stock in \n\nfo- \n\n\n\n13 \n\nforeign funds, and Lands in America ; amongst the \nnumber of these persons is lord carhampton, \nwho was lately Commander of the Kings forces in \nIreland \'; where he perpetrated such crimes as will \nrender his name a mark of eternal hate. \n\nSuch is now the state of England; should any per- \nson think I paint it in colours too glaring , I refer \nthem to the public debt & public records , to the \ncountry itself, to the multitudes of poor who exist \nin a state of indescribable wretchedness ; to the riunY \nrous Barracks, Prisons, & Workhouses with which \nthe country is overspread, all depicting in the most \nforcible language the effects of luxury & despotism \nwhich has annihilated the old race of virtuous yeo- \nmanry ; and left but the frightful traces of general \ncorruption , exhibited in a populace resembling the \nLazaroni of Naples. An Aristocracy , effeminate , \nsplendid ard vicious as the late Aristocracy of \nFrance, \n\nPast all contradiction the deplorable condition of \nEngland, has proceeded either directly, or indirectly \nfrom the public conduct of its Monarch : It may be \n(as it often is) urged , that the Ministers are to blame , \na futile excuse this , which must vanish at the ap- \nproach of reason : The King is legally invested with \npower to select his Ministers ; and as I before ob- \nserved , he has shown , (considering the establish- \nment of Arbritary power his objecl:,) uncommon sa- \ngacity in the choice of instruments. Can any man be \n\nB 3 so \n\n\n\nso infatuated as to suppose, that for the long spacs \npf forty years he could find none round him but bad \nmen, to serve as agents. The dismission of Mr. fox \nforms the best reply to such an hypothesis. \n\nNor does the private character of this Prince afford \na more pleasing field for rellection, than his public \none, to avoid all smaller charges, there are three cri- \nmes, of which he is notoriously known to have been \nguilty that if committed by a private individual , \nwould consign him to solitude in the midst of a \ncrowd, and ensure him the scorn and detestation of \nevery honest man. His courtiers may attempt to \ndeny the charge, and assert that he is the " best of \nKing:\' \xe2\x80\x94 Sad compliment to the rest: but let it be \nremembered, that facts are stubborn, and that these \nflatterrers are bribed to panegyrise by participating in \nthe spoil of an Empire: Those crimes I shall briefly \nrecite. \xe2\x80\x94 \n\nHis grandfather (ceorge the n) bequeathed by Wilt, \nJewels, and other valuables of considerable worth to the \n\nDUKES Of GLOUCESTER, YORK, and CUMBER- \nLAND, brothers to the King; who, assisted by his \nLawyers y discovered that the Will was illegal ; an \nEnglish King not having the right to dispose of pro- \nperty by Will, and accordingly, he very wisely retai- \nned the Jewels himself. . . Groaning beneath the spoil \nof half the world, and fearing that the prince of \nwales would follow the noble example of honesty \nwhich he had sett before him, he, within the two \n\nlast \n\n\n\nInst years -applied to his parliament, for an act to \nguarrantee the due execution of his will, and on the \nnecessity of such a km being questioned , the At- \ntorney General was reduced to the mortifying neces- \nsity, of instancing this act of fraud and rapacity in \nhis royal master, \xe2\x80\x94 (The particulars to be found at \nlarge in the Parliamentary debates.) \n\nHis father died insolvent. \xe2\x80\x94 The parliament voted \nmoney to discharge his debts. -\xe2\x80\x94 The King obtained \nthat money , and kept it. To the Upholsterer for \nfurnishing his Fathers Palaces 40,000 Guineas were \ndue; the orphan son of that unfortunate Tradesmen \nrobbed of his patrimony by the best of Kings* died \nabout 30 years ago a pauper in a Workhouse. \n\nHe acted as Guardian to his son the Prince of \nwales, during a Minority of Twenty one years; \nthe revenues of the Dutchy of Cornwall, amounted \nto a very large sum : the prince was reared upon \na very moderate establishment , but the King detained \nthe whole amount. When the prince of wales \ninvolved indebt, and pressed upon by his Creditors , \napplied to his Father for assistance, he sent him to \nthe Parliament to beg reliefs but never refunded any \npart. How good that Man must be, who could rob \nhis fathers creditors : that father in the grave , his \nbrothers, and his son? I leave to be decided. \n\nAvarice , the primum mobile of all his actions , \nhurries him to the commission of crimes unlit to \n\n\n\ni5 \n\nface the day, breaks his midnight slumbers, and em- \nbitters his life : he has not the resemblance of any \nvirtue , save temperance , and frugality : his old \nservants are cast by neglected when their day of la- \nbour is past; in his Kitchens the most penurious \noeconomy prevails: he encourages neither Learning, \nor Genius , and to his children , he has shewn the \nstern authority of a Monarch, rather than the fond \naffections of a Father .... As avarice is his first \nstimulus, the lust of power is the second , and an \ninflexible stubborness mixed with the most parsimo- \nnious^ cunning; gives at one view the picture, of his \nmind .... Lewis the xiv, was a splendid character: \nthe odium of his Tyranny was eclipsed by the mo- \nnuments of arts and sciences which he reared, and \nthe elegance of his manners and accomplishments ; \nbut of george the in, there is not to record, one \nbrilliant deed to illumine the long night of crime in \nwhich he has wandered .... \n\nLeast I may still be accused of blackening his cha- \nracter more than his conduct has deserved , I shall \npresent the world with a few of the crimes laid to \nhis charge by the congress of the united \nstates , in the most aweful denunciation of a \nwicked monarchy which was* ever exhibited to the \nworld from the united voiee of a people; leaving \nthe world to decide , whether his principles are \namended since that eventful period. \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n\n\nE X- \n\n\n\n17 \n\nEXTRACT FROM THE DECLARATION \n\nO F \n\n\' AMERICAN INDEPENDENCE. \n\nu He has abdicated government here by declaring \nus out of his protection and waging War against us.\'* \n\n" He has plundered our seas , ravaged our coasts , \nburnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of \nour People." \n\n" Pie is at this time, transporting large armies of \nforeign mercenaries to complete the works of \ndeath, desolation and tyranny, already \nbegun with circumstances of cruelty and per- \nfidy, scarcely to be paralleled in the most barba- \nrous ages, and totally unworthy the head of a \ncivilized nation," \n\nu Pie has constrained our fellow Citizens 3 taken \ncaptive on the high seas, to bear arms against \ntheir Country y to become the executioners of \ntheir Friends and brethren, or to fall them- \nselves by their hands." \n\n" He has excited domestic Insurrections amongst \nus , and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants \nof our Frontiers the merciless Indian sava- \nges, whose known rule of Warfare , is an undis- \n\nC tin- \n\n\n\n18 \n\ntinguished destruction of all ages, sexes \n\nami CONDITIONS." \n\ncc In every stage of these oppressions we have pe- \ntitioned for redress in the most humble terms : our \nrepeated Petitions have been answered only by re- \npeated injury, a PRINCE., whose character is thus \nmark\'d by every act which may define a ty- \nrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a Free people? \n&c. &c. &c. \n\nFor the rest of the charges see rams ays \nhistory of the American revolution. \n\n\n\n& \n\n\n\nIN- \n\n\n\nINTRODUCTION. \n\n\n\n\\V hen Monarchs guiltless of their subjects blood* \nShall nobly dare promote their Countries good; \nEmploy their pow\'r in sinking virtues cause^ \nAnd fix supreme (e The Empire of the Laws:" \nWho owns no favorites , nor by factions rule , \nNor stoop to be of artful knaves the tool : \nWhose manly breast no tints of av\'rice stain, \nNor plunge in Wars , a guilty wealth to gain : \nWho cultures infant arts with fost\'ring care, \nAnxious the tender plant in strength to rear; \nTo bid instruction ign\'rance chace away, \nAnd superstition leave to sure decay; \nTo gen\'rous plans afford the royal aid, \nLet farmers till the earthy and merchants trade \nUnvex\'d by pow\'r. When chiefs like thefe shall reign \nThen demagogues shall angry rail in vain; \n\nC 2 With \n\n\n\n20 \n\nWith such a Prince what factious wretch shall dare \nHis fame attaint, or strive his pow\'r impair? \nDetested, should that monster crawl along, \nShurm\'d as a serpent. E\'en the thoughtless throng, \nWho giddy follow where the artful lead, \nWould for such slander make the reptile bleed. \n\nHappy the Land a King like this could boast; \nDid such a Prince now rule the British host, \nThen would that much lov\'d soil which gave me birth y \nHave been the fairest Parradise on earth : \nDelusive thought! but if a Prince combine \nVirtues so rare; O Denmark it is thine! \nIllustrious Chief! around thy laurel\'d head , \nHas Fame her brightest rays of glory shed. \nYou strove in peace to rule, but when from far \nA restless Tyrant wag\'d an unjust war, \nThen bright in arms you shone. Fierce at your call \nForth rush\'d the Danes , to save their land or fall: \nO\'what a band was here ! Chief Men entwin\'d \nOne cause, one hope, one body, and one .mind. \nTwas for their home they fought. How wept the brave \nTo think what crowds of Hero\'s found their grave! \nThe briny waves were crimson\'d all with gore, \n\nAnd \n\n\n\n21 \n\n\n\nAnd mangl\'d limbs overspread th* invaded shore ; \nFinn as a rock then Denmark\'s prince appealed, \nConsol\'d the dying, and the wounded cheer\'d; \nIf from his breast escap\'d the stifl\'d groan , \n\'Twas for his slau&hter\'d warrior\'s fate alone. \n\n\n\n\'c \n\n\n\nThe watchful nelson saw his ruin nigh* \nInstant a Flag of Truce was wav\'d on high ; \nThen Denmark\'s hero bade the battle cease 9 \nAnd the dread combat clos\'d in doubtful peace* \n\nWhat pity, nelson! that a Man so brave, \nSo great as thee , should be a Tyrants slave ; \nBelieve me! there is not one private Dane, \nWho for his county died, in battle slain, \nBut wears a wreath more bright than fame allows 3 \nFrom this Invasion to adorn thy brows; \nWhilst albert ftsscher, claims a laurel crown \nThe warriors meed, and due to his renown. \n\nThe frightfuli\'st engines Nature has in store \nTo heave the sea above the rock- girt shore; \nTo make the mountain sink, the valley rise; \nQr in mid-day to shroud in night the skies: \n\nC % To \n\n\n\n22 \n\nTo burst the globe with dire convulsive throes, \nWhilst molten fire o\'er till, resistless flows; \nWhen massy fabricks bend their tow\'ring head, \nAnd\' ncath their ruins crush their owners dead. \nNor southern gales, which pois\'nous vapours bring, \nPregnant with death; whence plagues terrefic spring; \nArc not so fatal as one tyrant king! \n\nThe fiercest hurricanes are soonest past; \nNor long the scourge of natures wrath can last y \nIf she, severe, inflicts a painful wound, \nStill in herself alone, the cure is found; \nBut the dire ills which from fell despots flow, \nIncrease in venom, as in age they grow. \n\n\n\nT \n\n\n\n23 \n\n\n\nTO THE. \n\n\n\nAUTOCRAT. \n\nWith grief I mourn fair AH tons hapless state , \nA viclim struggling \'neath the hand of Fate; \nWho, bound and gagg\'d, and on the altar kin, \nFrom thy ambition looks for aid in vain : \nCurs\'d by thy crimes, she finds a foe in all, \nWho anxious waits her last, tremendous fall. \n\nSay! did no flaming Comet mark thy birth? \nNo omens dark alarm this fated earth? \nNo seers foretell the black and ghastly train, \nOf wars and dearths reserved for thy dire reign? \nDisastrous reign! doomed England to o\'erthrow, \nBlast all her hopes , and lay her greatness low. \n\nVast was the height that Britams pow\'r attain\'d, \nTill her bright fame was by thy annals stain\'d ; \nThy lengthened sway, of forty luckless years, \nHas drench\'d the world in blood, and her in tears. \n\nAround \n\n\n\n*4 \n\nAround thy Throne you abject slaves colleft, \nTo guilt first tempt them, then their crimes protect; \nTho plans of bute, north , pitt, were still the same; \nThe increase of thy baleful pow\'r their aim, \nTo thee, the profit fell; to them, the blame. \nBut yet, thy name black infamy shall brand; \nThy crimes eternal monuments shall stand; \nThe hand of Time, thy mask shall tear away, \nAnd shew thee hideous to the blaze of day. \n\nCould nero from deaths dreary regions rush, \nThat fell destroyer, at thy crimes would blush; \nIf that dread monster shed of blood , a Sea \nTo spill an Ocean; was reserv\'d to thee. \nForemost in vice long stood his hated name; \nTill thine more foul eclips\'d his horrid fame. \n\nOf all thy wars, is this by far the worst, \nIn motive, objeel , process, thrice accurs\'d; \nA league of Kings! against mankind combin\'d, \nTo chain the person, and enslave the mind: \nThe age of mental darkness to restore, \nAnd plunge the world in ign\'rance evermore. \n\n\xc2\xab** \n\nMust \n\n\n\n25 \n\nMust war eternal be ? 0\' Despot say ! \nWhose dire decrees lias banish\'d peace away: \nMust war eternal be ? shall peace no more , \nSole source of plenty, bless Europa\'s shore; \nTill fraud, or force, the bourbon race restore? \nO silly King ! why strive to raise that Throne \nWhich when existing _, nearly funk thy own ? \n\nBut not enough of blood has yet been shed , \nTho wide around, are war\'s dire horrors spread; \nNor wilt thou yet permit this scourge to cease? \nOr to a starving nation grant a peace? \nWhen the last man is slain, and Guinea spent, \nPerhaps thou\'lt kindly to a peace- consent. \n\nTime was; thy slaves proclaimed with horrid joy , \nWhat the sword spar\'d, gaunt famine would destroy; \nThat war, and want, each ranging hand in hand, \nWould spread destruction, o\'er the Gallic Land; \nWhere starving millions, rats, mice, saw dust, eat; \nTheir ports blockaded, all their armies beat, \nFunds quite exhausted, and their woe complete; \nSuch pictures, once thy baleful agents drew, \n-.^jid mock\'d the wretchedness they held to view* \n\nD Ti- \n\n\n\n%6 \n\n\n\nTime is, that for such scenes thou needs\'t not roam, \nIndignant justice, bids thee look at home; (*) \nWhere will is Law, Despotic powV Strong, \nAnd famine, stalks with giant strides along; \nWhere countless peasants, toil for bread in vain, \nDenied the wretched priv\'lege to complain. \nTyrant! to thee these ills the British owe, \nThy deeds the source whence all these sorrows flow. \n\nWith \n\n(*) During the rage of famine in France , the sad \nscenes of National misery, were made, even in London \nthe source of Theatrical amusement: The fat lazy dignita- \nries of the Church , said the dearth was owing to the \nwrath of God for the irreligion of Republican France. \nThe prints in the pay of the Ministry, gave daily some \nshocking recital of victims who perished through want, \nand sometimes presented their readers with the market \nprices of a potatoe a rat, or a mouse; and that wret- \nched vehicle of lies, call\'d the True Briton, once as- \nsured the public with every mark of malignant joy, \nthat saw dust was eaten by Men for want of bread. \nDuring the spring of j8oo, in the single Town of \nJfiirmitrgham, many hundreds of the wretched inhabi- \ntants died of actual \'want ; 3000 houses were unte- \nnanted ; the workhouse too small to hold the poor; \n\\ho parishes too much exhausted by the War to be able \n\nto \n\n\n\n*7 \nWith pride elate thy Prelates clad in lawn, \nA courtly crew, that flatter, cant and fawn; \nTyrants* and slaves, a vile, and venal race \nIndustry\'s bane, the kingdom\'s foul disgrace; \nTo please thy will, their God presum\'d to pray* \nTo sweep by War, the Gallic race away. \nFrom the sad day when thou obtained the Throne, \nAnd on thy head wore hapless Britains crown ; \nFrom that sad hour, the num\'rous griefs we bear; \nTheir date commenced, with thy fell career; \nThrough blood and carnage, steadfast held thy sway^ \nTremendous fiend > the human race thy prey; \nWar after War, a dreadful train succeeds, \nAnd by each contest my lost country bleedsi \n\nThe mighty Ganges choak\'d with Indians shin t J \nHas ro\'ll\'d vast myriads to \'the briny main, ( C*)\xc2\xab \n\nWhole Empires lost, since first began thy reign. ^ \n\nFrom \n\nto find them bread; soupe was sparingly distributed, \nbut each soupe store was guarded by 5 soldiers; and a \npoor woman far advanced in pregnancy, & raging with \nhunger, forced forward by the crowd behind her, was \nstabbed in the breast by a soldier & instantly expired. \n(.*) Bee cham, in his history 01 george the nt t \nD 2 as. \n\n\n\n28 \n\n\n\nThy wrath to sate, columbias verdant shore \n\n"Was wrapp\'d in flame, and drank her childrens gore; \n\nBut, firm as Fate the patriotic band \n\nFoil\'d thy attempts, and sav\'d their native land, \n\nHadst thou, in thy infernal project sped, \n\nWhat crowds of men were shorten\'d by the head ; \n\nSome, who the awful rod of Empire sway, \n\nAnd for Columbia\'s greatness pav\'d the way; \n\nE\'en Washington, that lov\'d, that hallow\' d name, \n\nTo man more dear_, than any known to fame; \n\nKis countries saviour and his countries pride, \n\nHadst \n\nasserts that Fifteen Million of human beings have du- \nring this reign perished in Hindostan by famine alone ; \nand tliat Famine caused by the infernal rapacity of \nBritish monopotists , who by their agents purchased all \nthe rice, which they kept in stores guarded by the \nArmy till the distresses of the natives first induced \nthem to part with their goods, and lastly, their \ndaughters & wives were sold for a little food ! \xe2\x80\x94 \nCrowds of men and women followed the track of the \nBritish Cavalry to Pick the undigested corn grains from \nthe horses dung. Add to this the Millions who have \nperished in the continual warfare carried on against the \nnative powers, the crimes perpetrated by a clive, \nand a Hastings, and candour must confess that \nhorrid as were the cruelties of the Spaniards in Peru 9 \nthe English in Hindustan, are nearly their equal in \ncrime and oppression. \n\n\n\n29 \n\n\n\nHadst thou prevail\'d, had like some Felon died; \nThat favor\'d spot was freedom\'s last retreat, \nAnd daskest night had follow\'d its defeat 5 \nBut Liberty, uprear\'d august her \'head, \nAnd thence dishonored, all thy legions fled 3 (*) \nThe land they cleans\'d of all thy locust train , \nAnd by their valour , independance gain ; \nTheir envied greatness , surely flovv\'d from thee , \nWho strove to bind in chains, but sett them free; \nLong may Columbia\'s banners peaceful wave, \nUnknowing, or a tyrant or a slave! \n\n\n\nAnd \n\n\n\n(*) In the year 1766, when Massachusets stood \ncharged with rebellion, the great Mr. pitt said, " I \n\' rejoice that America has resisted, Three Millions of \n1 people , so dead to all the feelings of Liberty as to \n\' voluntarily submit themselves to be Slaves, would be fit \nc instruments to make Slaves of the rest. If America \nc was to fall, she would fall like the strong man, she \n\' would embrace the pillars of the State , and pull down \n* the Constitution- with her. She has been wronged , \n6 she has been driven to madness by injustice, will \ni you punish her for the madness you have occasio- \nc ned." \xe2\x80\x94 \xe2\x96\xa0 His voice succeeded _, & America was ap- \npeased, but soon oppression began to assail her again, \n& she snapped in two the chains of the Tyrant, \nD 3 \n\n\n\n30 \nAnd last Hlbernia , \'twas rescrv\'d to thee \n\nTo taste the bitterest dregs of misery; \nThy sons beneath the torturing lash expire, \nThy daughters ravish\'d, and thy towns on fire; \nBlack\'d o\'er with pitch upon some turrets height, \nThe heads of murdcr\'d Irish , shock the sight ; \nWhilst groves of gibbets, cast a dismal shade > \nOn mountains brows, and highway sides displayd} \nUnburied corps\'s taint the wholesome air, \nAnd speak the reign of Despotism\'s there. \n\nLords of the soil, a lawless army roam* \nAnd rob the stiff \'ring peasant of his home ; \nThe best > the bravest of thy patriot band , \nHave fall\'n beneath some vile assassins hand; \nThere fiends obscene, with pow\'r despotic sway \nA scorpions rod, & black with crimes the day* \n\nUnfeeling King! has not green Erms shore \nWith ruins black , and drench\'d in human gore \nAppeas\'d thy vengful hate, or doest thou doom \nDeath to the race, their native Isle their tomb? \n\nSir.cerc/y mourns my soul the noble train \n\n\n\nJu- \n\n\n\n3* \n\nJudicial murder\'d, or in battle slain, \nOr who beneath the assassins hand has bled^ \nTheir countries pride, now mingl\'d with the jdead. \nBut hope remains , nor distant is the hour \nShall crumble thy ferocious guilty pow\'r. \n\nWhat but a sink of human vice thy court, \nA Pandemonium where fiends resort, \nWar their delight, and misery their sport? \nAgainst thy perfidy all men declaim. \nTo make, or break a Treaty, just the same; \nTwas thy decree destroy\' d the Turkish band, (*) \nAnd left the French the rich Egyptian Land. \nOn Britains public faith discredit bring, \nThe country suff\'ring for its perjur\'d King; \nAt home, oppression thins the British race, \nWhilst all abroad, is danger or disgrace. \n\nOn \n\n(*) Lord Keith in violating the Treaty of El Arish _, \ndeclared he merely acted as commanded by his Sove^ \nreign and published the royal mandate. The first conse- \nquence of this perfidy was the destruction of the Tur- \nkish army, next the diyision of the Ministry at home 9 \nthe last , may be the expulsion of the British from their \neastern usurpations. \n\n\n\nOn some wild chace vast armaments sett sail, \nPlann\'d without skill , and fa rotation fail. \n\nIn louis name were Toulons ships obtain\'d, \nIn louis name was that fam\'d Port retained. \nIn clamour loud -thy courtly throng rejoice, \nAnd noisy zeal drowns reasons sober voice ; \nBut quick the fierce republicans drew nigh, \nAs quick thy warlike host prepared to fly; \nThe hapless royalists in wild amaze, \nView\'d ships, and stores, and vast arsenals blaze ; \nDeserted thus, debarr\'d the chance of flight, \nAttack\'d by furious foes, they sink to night, \nA fleet y borne off in thy detested name, \nCalls forth from manhoods cheek the blush of shame, \nWhen thou shalt harm no more, when party rage \nShall peaceful sleep, then th\'avenging page \nOf history, shall give to times last hour, \nThis tragic tale, the stain of regal pow\'r, \n\nFrom Dunkirks wall swift fled thy warlike son, \nHe lost his honor, but the race he won; \nIn wild affright the hero ran away, \nAnd left to France \xe2\x80\xa2> the glories of the day; \n\nTh*. \n\n\n\nS3 \n\nThere for each wretched Hanoverian slain, \n\nThe price of blood, thy guilt) 7 riches gain ; \n\nO* sordid monster I for pernicious Gold \n\nBy thy command,, those victims lives were sold: \n\nKad Britons slaughter\'d, paid one Guinea more, \n\nThen Dunkirk* plains had swam with British gore; \n\nAnd those poor slaves in safety ran away, \n\nTheir fate to die> whose death the most would pay. (*) \n\n\n\nlet \n\n\n\n(*) The wealth , which this pious Princt has drained \nfrom the British Nation, in payment for the blood of \nhis Hanoverian subjects (shed in his own quarrels) is \nprodigious. During his -American War^ multitudes \nof these automatsns were transported across the At- \nlantic to fight his Battles and exterminate the sons \nof freedom. Had they succeeded, his thirst of ven- \ngeance had been saturated with blood, as they failed \nhis avarice was fed ; as for each of those miserable \nbeings who was killed or disabled he received thirty \npound Jierling. \n\nAt the commencement of this War, the elector \nof hanover, willing to oblige so good a customer as \nthe king of England, sold him many thousands of \nthese mercenaries at the old price, i e Thirty pound \neach. In all the battles & flights which took place in \nFrance , Flanders , or Holland 9 the duke of y o r re \n\nE a!- \n\n\n\n34 \n\nLet Outberon thv matchless falshood tell, \nWhere crowds of brave but erring nobles fell: \nBeneath th\'avenging sword. Pitt\'s victims these \nSwept from the Earth his gloomy wrath t\'appcasc. \n\nIf \n\n\n\nalways placed these men in posts of danger, there was \nof course a plentiful daughter of them ; and when the \nwise folks of England read the duke\'s aeeount of \n*\' retrogade movements\'\'* and " negative victories" they \nconsoled themselves with the pleasing reflection that the \nhilled, were mostly "nothing but Hanoverians"? \nQuite forgetting that the profit which the Elector of \nHanover , gained by the deah of his soldiers at the \nfamous battle of Dunkirk in a single day, exceeded \nall the revenue that he could exact from his Electoral \nTerritory in years. When it became inevitable that \nhe must lose his German Dominions by Jd^ar he pru- \ndently made Peace with the French Republic ; and (as \nKing of England) purchased human flesh of other ho- \nnest butchers who sold that commodity; but to none \nof these dealers in men did he pay so liberal a price \nas to the Elector of Hanover, Of the Elector of \nMayence he bought a few thousand reasonable beings \nat 30 Crowns each , but for Horses , he paid fifty \nCrowns each, by which it plainly appears that these \nenlightened potentates % estimate five men, and three \nhorses, of precise the same value! The Electo- \nrate of Hanover has passed into other hands, and for- \nthe sake of Peace and humanity \'tis to be hoped it will \nno more be given to its former master. \n\n\n\nIf wrong they judgM, the crime was not their own, \nTheir honor bound them to the Gallic throne; \n111 fated honor ! had it been applied \nAright, these men had been their countries pride: \nIn hour unbless\'d, they sought the British shore, \nResolv\'d by arms their Monarch to restore , \nPitt, shipped them off, nor meant to see them more. \nUnhappy men .... deluded to their doom , \nThey reach\'d their natal soil, and found a Tomb. \nThe British General saw these victims bleed, \nThen safe returned to tell the coward deed, \nSafe and inglorious. Whilst this gallant bandj \nIn combat slain, manur\'d its native land. \n\nThen coote led forth another wand\'ring host, \nWhich nobly landed on the Flemish coast ; \nBut angry Neptune made it dearly pay, \nFar from the shore he drove the fleet awayf \nLeft to its fate , and all its hopes o\'erthrown \nThis warlike host, its shining arms laid down, \n\nBatavia next , then Oitiberon again , \nThy roving Fleets survey d. Then off to Spain > \nBrave pulteney steer\'d , and Ferrols tow\'rs beheld \n\nE 2 Fier- \n\n\n\n|8 \n\nFierce for the fight his ardent bosom swell\'d ; \nBold up the hill he march\'d to take the Town, \nBut sorely frightened > quick , again ran down, \n\'lis said O y King! some spectre dread he saw, \nWhich fill\'d the Herd\'s soul with sacred awe: \nPerchance this spectre bade him march away, \nu4s he that runs, may fight another day. \nNor long dclay\'d he on the Spanish shore, \nSafe in the ships he stow\'d his Men once more ; \nFor Cadiz Port, the bold adverturers sail\'d , \nWhere direful plagues , and pestilence prevailed ; \nThe place attempt to seize, but abject faild! (*) \n\nThe bravest General thy soldiers boast, (f) \nSent out to conquer France on Egypts coast, \n\n\n\nNo \n\n\n\n(*) I\'t must have been truly diverting, to have heard \nth is redou table general pulteney, & the imma- \nculate Mr. dun das, defend each other in the House \nof Commons. Dundas, declared , upon his honor, there \nwas not in the world, a better General than pulte- \nney! and pulteney, assured the honourable house, \nthat dundas was an honest man, and able minister! \n(see pulteney\'s defence &c. &c.) \n\n(t) It is supposed that general abercromme \n\nun- \n\n\n\nNo more returns, or else returns undone; \n\nA mournful victim to thy priestly son : \n\nA laurel crown he fondly hop\'d to gain; \n\nA cypress wreath is all he shall attain; \n\nYet high renown\'d, would abercrombie shine \n\nWas he employ\'d , in any cause but thine. \n\nIn all this War what have thy armies gained, \nIts triumphs were by treach\'ry obtain\'d; \nTraitors were bought, and Englands honor stain\'d., \n\nWhat e\'er thy Fleets win fairly on the deep, \nBy Wars strong law,, is Britains right to keep, \nFierce fought the rival fleets of Camper down. \nOne lost a battle, each accquir\'d renown; \nIf victory, was chain\'d to duncans name; \nWith increas\'d splendor shone de winters fame, \nPyrrhus exclaim\'d! (when he the battle won) \nOne more such victory and Pm undone! \nAlmost a wreck was thy victorious fleet, \n\nBa- \n\n\n\nundertook the Expedition to Egypt , to redeem his fame \nfrom the effects of the disasters he sustained in Holland \', \nthrough the envy of the duke of y o r k. \nE 3 \n\n\n\n3* \n\nBatavia sav\'d her glory midst defeat; \nThen why, so foul the nations honor stain 9 \nAs stoop another Fleet , by fraud to gain? \n\nDuncan, a vet\'ran , hardy, stern, and brave! \nMitch el, a pliant * silken, servile Slave! \nDuncan, disdain\'d in fraudful arts ro deal: \nMitch el, was sent the Texel Fleet to steal. \n\nNor shall Batavia long thy intrigues mourn, \nThe fleet purloined , shall to her Ports return : \nThese , if she could , should England not retain , \nA noble foe spurns treaeh\'ry with disdain. \nThe Cape y the Islands y sacrafice to peace; \nShall England yield, or TVar must never cease. (*) \n\n\n\nSe- \n\n\n\n(*) Whenever the King shall deign to grant a Peace \nthe cause will be necessity, for never whilst even the \nmost distant hope of successful war remains, will Peace \nbe sought for with sincerity: thence it is reasonable to \nexpect that these requisitions must be given up as its \nprice. }f persons would seriously consider the enormous \nrate at which England is expending her treasure, they \nmust be convinced that the whole property; is not worth \nthe cost of 3 Months War ! \n\n\n\n39 \n\nSecure, beneath dissimulations veil, \nYou cheat the world, thy priests the fraud conceal; \nTho\' half the plains of Europe , smoke with gore, \nThou, the fell cause, insatiate thirsts for more! \nTo church you go, in solemn mock\'ry pray; \nThen sign some aft, to sweep mankind away: \nThus Church and King, in close embrace combin\'d, \nWith holy craft, the regal pow\'rs entwin\'d; \nOn Englands vitals, prey these hapies foul, \nBeyond the reach of Justice, or control. \nTho\' vast thy wealth, thy av\'rice craves for more, \nBoundless and wild a sea without a shore. \n\nWhat drove thee mad? & ruthless king declare? \nWas it remorse , regret, or dark despair? \nPerhaps thy lurid conscience shook with dread , \nOr dreams of Tartarus derang\'d thy head; CO \n\nSu~ \n\nC*} .. . Prohpet Daniels picture of a mad Tyrant. \xe2\x80\x94 \nWhom he would, he slew, and whom he would \nhe kept alive, whom he would, he set up y and whom \nhe would, he put down; but when his heart was \nlifted up and his mind hardened in pride, he was \ndeposed from his kingly throne, and they took \nhis glory from him _, and he was driven from amongst \nthe sons of m e n and his dwelling was with the wild \nasses &c. &Q, \n\n\n\n4\xc2\xb0 \n\nSure some fell Demon thwarted natures plan, \n\nWho meant a Tiger , when she stamp\'d thee, Man, \n\nForc\'d is the Sound, fierce on the Danish Sea \nRide thy tall ships, sure source of misery; \nOppos\'d, they\'ll meet of obstacles a train, \nMay make thy bloody dreams of conquest vain: \nPerhaps the pious nelson quits that station \nAs york did Holland, by capitulation: \nPerhaps the world thy triumph may deplore, \nBut soon thy Sun shall sink, to rise no more. \n\nIf those succeed whose cause is in the right, \nThe Danes shall win who for their country fight; \nBut ah! too oft is justice seen to fail, \nAnd lawless force o\'er feebler right prevail. \n\nOn ev\'ry coast are hostile flags displaid, \nAnd clos\'d are Eur op\'s ports \'gainst British Trade; \nAt home, insurgent., starving thousands rise, \nIn wild despair, and rend the air with cries. \nFor Bread , for Peace; they shout, but all in vain. \nNor Breads nor Peace, have they whilst thou shah reign. \nPeace, now too late, will scarce protract the day, \n\nThats \n\n\n\n4t \n\nThats doom\'d to sweep thy tottering Throne away* \n\nFrom ev\'ry quarter ruin vast rolls oh* \nDark storms arise, fast dims the British sun; \nThe pow\'r to hide thy fallen estate is fled. \nThy council\'s split, thy creatures shake with dread ; \nThy fruitful Hanover, now yields to fate* \nAltho* she\'s gone one Century too late; \nTet mark ; rash man : how all thy schemes are Crossed > \nYou strove to grasp at all , and all is lost* \n\nPitt ran the vessel of the state aground * * \nWhere storms assail * and sunken rocks abound; \nThen left the helm to pilots ne\'er at sea * \nTo sink, or swim, as fate or chance decree: \nFrom the old crew a new Cabal\'s arrang\'d, \nAnd then \'tis said, the ministers are changed; \nA tale absurd > which cunning knaves proclaim* \nIfu e n are chang\'d still measures are the samt. \n\nCould pitt\'s old colleagues be in crime surpassed > \nThe new form\'d herd are viler than the last, \nMere puppets these, too soft, too weak to rule* \nAnd only form\'d to be of pitt the tool; \n\nF Of \n\n\n\nu|2 \n\nOf orudc and adverse elements combind, \n\nSojii shall it fall, " nor leave a wreck behind/\' \n\nLo! from the Pole to JtfPfo\'i distant shore,- \nWhole Empires arm to crush thy lawless pow\'r. \nTlie wings of commerce from thy coils to free , \nAnd yield mankind the freedom of the sea. \n\nSoon shall be seen thy baleful pow\'r decay, C*) \nThy slaves dispcrs\'d, thy Empire pass away; \nThy accurs\'d trade in Human beings cease, \nAnd horrid warfare close in welcome peace. \n\nO\' King* \n\n(*) Upon the following extract from the Bible, is \nfounded a test taken at his moment by a new seel: of \nReligious Politicians whose object may be gathered by \nhs tendency > and whose numbers arc daily increasing. \n\niC ^dnd thou profane kicked prince o/israel, \nwhose day is come, when inquiry shall have an end" \n\n" Thus saith the lord; remove the diadem, and\' \n\ntake off the cro w n : tins shall not be the same \n\nExalt him that is low and abase him that is \nhigh." \n\n" J" will overturn, overturn, overturn \nit ; and it shall be no more, tint ill lie come whose? \nr i o : \xe2\x96\xa0 t it is , and I will give it unto him\'\'\'\'. . . . . \n1J\\ Chapter Ezekfyl verses 25, 26 , OS?.- \n\n\n\n43 \n\n\n\nO\' King, when prostrate Britain rears her head, \nBreaks thy viie chains, and shout for arms not bread; \nWhen heav\'nly liberty illumes the shore, \nWhose rays divine foretell thy reign near o\'er; \nThen off to Harwich, on the wings of wind \nFly swift as light, nor cast one look behind; \nBut hark! be fure take not thy wealth away, \nWrung from the Mood of man; a horrid prey. \nThen quick embark, think ruin on thy rear ; \nPlough the dread sea, nor yield to abjecl: fear; \nNor rocks, nor sands, nor oceans loudest roar, \nHas ought for thee to dread, like Britains shore. \n\nFrom thy rank loins has sprung a num\'rous race- \nGf prince\'s, Eur opes scoff, and our disgrace; \nThen waft the whole connection o\'er the main, \nBut never view our injur\'d Isles again. \n\nAnd thou Great duke, resign thy deadly sword, \n^issiime thy holy garb , and preach the word: CO \n\nLau- \n\n(*) Me was corn bishop of osnaburgh 5 created \nDuke of Tork by i>& Father; \n\nF 2 \n\n\n\n44 \n\nLaurels enough you won on Dunkirks plain, \n\nWhere the Earth groan\' d \'neath heaps of Frenchmen slain, \n\nOr if more lofty soars thy splendid fame, \n\nLo ! jilkmaars sands thy wond\'rous deeds proclaim. \n\nBe wise, retire, tempt martial fields no more, \n\nNor stain batavia\'s plains with Gallic gore, \n\nIn mother church\'s bosom safe repose, \n\nAnd chaunt thy v i c t R* i e s o V thy father fits* \n\n\n\nThe latter part of this poetical address to the \nBritish autocrat, was written in the months of \nmarch and April last ; was prepared for the press, \nond had then been published y but for some obstruc- \ntions which prevented it. The author made not any alte- \nrations, trusting to this explaration for the propriety \nvf lettiug it remain as it now appears. \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n\n\nAPPENDIX. \n\n\n\nVi \n\n\n\nith more temerity than discretion, the writer \nOf the autocrat has launched his little bark \nupon the tempestuous ocean of criticism , freighted \nwith numerous imperfections and likely to be assailed \nby an host of enemies; if it escapes being wrecked \nupon its dangerous coasts it must be upon account \nof its truth and justice only, for of any merit as a \nwriter of prose or poetry he aspires not to the claim. \n\nFrom the poisoned shafts of interested malice, the \nblind and furious rage of party zealots , the author has \nendured murch injury and expects to suffer more ; \nslander will be busy to defame , and the venal hire- \nlings of power to disturb his repose ; but alike supe- \nrior to the one or to the other, firm in his resolves, \nhe shall steadilly pursue his destined course , and lea- \nving these persons .to themselves , aim his attacks at a \ntowering Colossus <, and strive to tear away, the glit- \ntering mask from the visage of the odious monster, \nand show him to the world, in all his loathsome \nugliness* \n\nThe innumerable swarms of Pensioners and Place- \nmen, the Dignitaries of the Charch, and the Clergy \nwho hunt for Dignities, the Judges who hope to be- \ncome lord chancellors, and the Barristers \nwho aspire to become judges, the ins who revet \non the spoil of the Empire , and the hungry outs \nwho hope to participate of the relics of the banquet , \nthe Slaves of the Minister and the dependants of those \nSlaves, down to the lowest Thief- catcher of the Bow \nF 3 street \n\n\n\n46 \n\n\' department ) all unite their voices in " Hellish \nharmony" to pour forth the praises oftheir^V^iDOL. \n\nThe Independent judges, the holy brethren who \ncompose the lordly iiierarcii y; tifae&ary the \n\nTheatre , the Pulpit , tlie IS t age pf the mountebank _, \nalike r.-eeho the disgusting plaudits of these corrup- \nted , motley Legions. One compares their Master \nto a Solomon, j another to a Trajan ; one wraps a \nwreath of Laurel around his stupid head; another \nlays the sceptre of the world at his feet. The ruined? \nprostituted, and shackled press, devoted to the des- \ntruetion of England and of Liberty > give their hyper* \nbolic rhapsodies to the world. Whilst the tattered \nhabitations of the- children of sorrow resounds with \nagonizing groans of varigatcd wretchedness ; and the \ncurses, li d<?ep, hut not loud" of the widow, and the \norphan , who with streaming eyes , uplifted hands , \nand bursting hearts , implore Omnipotence to pour \ndown its hottest vengeance on the head of the mei> \nciless. Despot , and his accursed satellities : whose \nJ^ars x injustice and grinding oppression has deprir \nved them of their Husbands and their Sires , and \nleft them a feeble prey to want , desolation , and \nm leery. \n\nBefore finally closing of tills small work , I shall. pre- \nsume to lay before the world the characters of G k- \norge the in, and of bo n a parte-, drawn by one \nof the Independent Judges (Air. ha r ding.,) at \nGlamorgan Assizes in March. i3co. As the q] \ntQ$s ;::\xe2\x80\xa2; given Officially y (if I may be permitted the \n; .siou; ijt h :\xe2\x80\xa2.:\' a \xc2\xa7ik criterion lor the- v/wl ! \xc2\xa3Q \n\n\n\n47 \n\ndecide by. If this temperate tiivtPilfnto\'r of JkisUt6 \nhas given a correct likeness of BOx.\\r.\\;iTE, then \nmust his eulogium on the autocrat be credited, \nbut if it appears that lie has artfully exchanged the \nattributes of each , arrayed the British Monarch in \nthe brilliant robes of boxapaute, and swathed the \nfoul and -bload~ starved garments of the autocrat \naround the first consul; then mu"?t the world be \nconvinced than my defnhion of the Tyrant is net \nmore severe than true. And that an Independent \nEnglish judge, sitting to punish the crimes of petty \nsinners upon die awful seat of Justice, has dared \nto .utter cool & deliberate falsiioods, to mislead \nthe ignorant, and deceive the British Nation, These \ncharacters were given upon the trial of an unfortunate \nwelchman , who happened to say that bona parte \nwas a great man! \xe2\x80\x94 for which heinous orreiice he \nwas apprehended s fined and imprisoned. \n\nJudge hardinge to the prisoner. \n\n" John Griffith." \n\ncc Ton were convicted ^seditious words: \ncc they are coarse and stupid \', as well as impu- \n" dent features of disaffection to a king %ho \n" reigns in the hearts of a generous, en- \n\n" LIGHTENED, and FREE COMMUNITY, \n\n" who is at once an example of \'public spirit , an\xc2\xa3 \n" of domestic virtue, A T oth.ing has heen a more \nc< " powerful harrier against the Levelling princi- \n* 6 pies imported from the c onti n e n t , than \nLC his worth , and the L ove which is borne to It: \n" The inhabitants of t 1 is coxnt^y arc jealous rf \n\n\n\n48 \n\n\n\n\xe2\x80\xa2\xe2\x80\xa2 the HONOR which is due to his POLITICAL \n" office and personal goodness, &c\xc2\xab \n" &c. &c \n\n\n\nK I give you joy p/BONAPARTE,^\xc2\xbbrHEROi \n\n" j\xc2\xab^A an absolute monarch as no king \n" has ever appr eared \'; who was the most ab* \n" solute in the worst of times ; a ty* \n" rant without restraint, and without \n" appeal > 0v<?r ^ liberty, /fo conscien* \n\n" CE, Mtf LIVES, PROPERTIES, and CHA- \n46 RACTER, the FEELINGS and COMMON \n" sense of millions who wear his CHAINS* \ncc 7^ happens however that he (bo nap arte) \n** in all the shifting p o L I t I c \'s and r e l i g i* \n" ons of his life, has never Censured, and \nM has found it even his policy to com- \n" mend that king whom you have defamed, \n" &c. &c. &c \n\n\n\nDid ever a frantic priest > standing upon an emi- \nnence in some dark Italian glen , holding in the one \nhand a Crucifix > and in the other a Dagger ; raving \nin the support of religion and good order , and pro- \nmising the eternal joys of Heaven to those who \nshould dip their poniards in the heart blood a French \nsoldier, ever draw so horrid a picture of bonapar- \nte, as this er mined ruffian has dared to utter? But \nhe had other game in view: with all his impudence \n\nand \n\n\n\n49 \n\nand loquacity y he is discontented with his remote i \nand obscure station. If his loud and venal voice \ncan pierce through the clamour of that noisy mob of \nparasites and sycophants that surround the British \nThrone, and reach the ears of the autocrat, he \nhopes that the \xc2\xab\xc2\xab best of Kings" will reward his aw \ndacity, and falshood, by drawing him ftom the rug- \nged mountains of Glamorgan y nearer the grand focus \nof corruption, and enable him to shine a star of the \nfirst magnitude in the milky way of Saint Jameses. \n\nNor has Scotland escaped without her full share of \nthe calamity flowing from the " best of Kings" who \nlike the well known poison tree of Java , (the Bohon \nUpas) fcatters his deadly vapours wide around in \nfatal enmity with all that possesses life. There , a \nfoul and grinding monopoly and taxation without \nbounds , rob that industrious y frugal \', and honest \npeople of their hard earned pittance; should lengthe- \nned injustice at last urge them to resistance , a pam- \npered janizary waits but for a token from the \ncrown to cut them into pieces; if they turn their \nardent eyes towards other shores , the Fleets of their \nTyrant floating on the waters which seperate them , \nrepel their visionary hopes* \n\nThe Master Manufacturers , joined in one great op- \npressive body, protected in their injustice by law, can \ndepress the wages of the mechanics as pleases his ca- \nprice or avarice to direct, only assigning as a pretext \nthat he has not, full orders, indeed some, of these ma- \nnufacturing leviathans act as recruiting Ser- \ngeants to Mr. pitt, when the ranks of a vanquished \n\nG ar- \n\n\n\n50 \n\narmy want supplies of men. The loyal Mr. finley. \nrf Glasgow, not a very long time ago stopped Nine \nCotton Mills in a single day, leaving it to the discretion \nof the discarded mechanics to starve, or enlist in \n%he uinny as he designed to force them. \n\nThe e fleets of monopoly, in Scotland, is dreadful, \n(for of scarcity there is none) it beggars all descrip- \ntion & can only be conceived by being felt. The \nGentlemen Farmers have reduced monopoly to a scien- \nce, hold their monthly and district meetings, lay a fine \nof One Guinea , on each for non attendance , and , at \nthese infernal meetings, so regulate matters that they* \nsend just as much corn & provisions to market as shall \nproduce their price , keeping back the rest upon the \nstrength of their capital , and involving the country \nin all the horrors of famine , at a time when Nature \nhad been unusually lavish of her bounty. \n\nProvisions have risen progressively for nearly two \nyears, whilst the pay of the weaver has fallen, in some \nwork, one half, and in others two thirds. Thousands \npf hard working families are, and have long been, \nforced to live on one poor scanty meal in twenty four \nhours; and if lie can afford to wear a pair of shoes, \nby the last tax laid upon leather he must pay half an \n.English Guinea for them. Thousands have gone away \nJrom their families unable to bear the sight of mifery \nthey could not alleviate, and thousands more have \ngone to the army to keep their family alive by casting \nthe Bounty into the mothers lap, whilst tears stood \ntrembling fti both their eyes. \n\nThis \n\n\n\nThis is but a sketch of the state of Scotland, but \nit is a correct one ... So universal reigns , in that \ncountry, the spirit of emigration that was the Ports \nthrown open , almost the whole population would rush \nto seek another land, where protection and reward \nshould invite their industry and merit. \n\nPolice acts , unparralled for cruelty and injustice are \nin force, and Bastille\'s replete with chains and suk- \nteraneous cells ; abound in every province to incarce- \nrate those who yet dare to oppose with manly firm- \nness the fell destroyers of their country. But it re- \nquireth not the sagacity of a prophet to foretell in \nwhat these varied Tyrannies must terminate. The \ncrisis is rapidly approaching that shall witness the \nfall of the most stupendous Edifice of Despotism now \nexisting: It may be retarded, but it cannot be pre- \nvented ; the means , process , and consequences are \nenveloped in mysterious darkness. The mighty Gq. \nvernment of England , with all its boasted vigilance \nreposes upon a sleeping volcano, even now it \ntrembles beneath its feet and soon shall its dread ex- \nplosion engulph the whole in one wide ruin. Wha- \ntever system shall succeed the present > nothing so \nfatal , to the happiness of Britons , or the repose of \nthe world , can possibly be produced. \n\nFINIS. \n\n\n\n\nR A T A* \n\nPage 12, line 10? for camot, read cannot. \nPage 13, line 19, for ard, read and. \nPage 15, line 21 , /or indebt, read in debt, \ni\'tfj-tf 16 5 W\xc2\xbb* 22, /or aweful, r<?tf^ awful. \nPage 20, ///?<? 10, for parradise, read paradise. \nPage 2(5, line 15, /or monopotists, read monopolists* \nPage 30, //\xc2\xbb\xc2\xab 19, /or vengful, r^r// vengeful. \nPage 36, #\xc2\xab\xc2\xab 16, for redoutable, read redoubtable* \nPage 38, //\xc2\xab* 12, /or sacrafice, r^^ sacrifice. \nffegv 39, line 9, /or hapies , read harpies* \n\n\n\n/ \n\n\n\n/ \n\n\n\n1 \n\n\n\n\n\n\ny \n\n\n\n> > >> d \n\n>\xc2\xbb > )> > \n\n> >> >>-\xc2\xa3 \n\n> >> \xc2\xbbw \n\n\n\n> > 7. 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