In vain would a factious old dotard disclaim all participation in the guilt of latterly matured treason; in vain would his worthy son, by a repetition of his crime, crutch the defence of his father; in vain would men, who have been within a hair's breadth of the gallows, assure us of their harmless dispositions; in vain would the degenerate Whigs and their abandoned press wash their hands of the criminality which they have sunned into vigour; Englishmen are too discerning not to detect, and too honest not to expose the originating causes of national mischief. The sting that infuses the poison creates the madness that developes itself in actual outrage.

As M. de Cazes was accused before the Representative Assembly of France of being the murderer of the Duke de Berri; so, before the people of England, before God, and the whole world, do I accuse the degenerate Whigs, who for twenty years past have been pointing the finger of scorn at their opponents; who have sunk manly opposition in an ambition which knows no artifice too mean for adoption, no reptile too base to coalesce with; who, in damned chorus at Norfolk, chanted the theory

of assassination, to go forth among thousands known to be privately, and industriously, arming for revolutionary carnage; who had scarcely closed their orgies with "Fall, tyrants, fall," as the burden of their song, when a plot was discovered to be in agitation to cut off the whole of his Majesty's Ministers; who in Parliament suffered one of their more ruffianly comrades to declare, that " Ministers should be impeached; who, in every and any way, have encouraged the rabble to speak evil and think evil of the powers that be: Them, I repeat, do I accuse of the plotted assassination of the English Ministry, of the murder of Smithers, and of the present dreadful state of disaffection and treasonable design. Know they not the gigantic tree, whose "least of all seeds" they cast into the ground? The viper they have warmed in their bosom will speedily repay their folly! I fear not to predict that things are coming to a crisis throughout the European world, and anarchy will revive amid the wreck of social order, unless legitimate authority draw the sword of extermination upon its antisocial conspirings. Let the degenerate Whigs beware; they shall not escape-no, not the gallows, dare they consummate a crime to which

some of them have ventured very near approaches. They have ever rallied to the exculpation of state delinquency; let them look to it that they become not the culprit for whom they have so often been counsel.

The approaching General Election, as you, sir, very justly observe," submits the destinies of Britain to the choice of her people, and no patriot can give his vote to a factious contemner of authority and notorious vilifier of his Sovereign. No Christian can give his vote to any known friend of the seditious and atheistical, without taking upon his immortal part a full share of the heavy responsibility of these blood-stained days." No man who wishes for peace can justify himself in giving his vote to the promoters of disturbance. Let me tell the degenerate Whigs, they have good reason to be down-hearted: their cause is rapidly declining. This truth they will learn too late on electioneering hustings, and amid the damning coolness of canvass receptions.

Let the Electors of the United Kingdom duly weigh the momentous trust that is reposed in their hands; let them thoroughly sift the con

duct of the Candidates that present themselves to their notice; and, in God's name, let them give us a Representative Assembly, which, with an enlightened, temperate, and truly independent Opposition, shall not unite a democrat, detestable, foul-mouthed faction. This they will never accomplish, if, without studying all sides of the question, they sell themselves to the exclusive politics of Times-serving Journals, that have retrograded in respectability so irrecoverably, as to be accounted nothing less than the manuals of Radicalism, and the textbooks of the apostles of fanaticism, disaffection, and bloodshed.

JULIUS.

LETTER XIX.

TO THE ELECTORS OF THE UNITED KINGDOM.

FELLOW COUNTRYMEN,

March 8, 1820.

A DISPENSATION of Providence, which may truly be said to have made our hearts the houses of mourning, has again put into your hands the destinies of this mighty Empire. England's Patriarch is now pleading her cause in the bosom of his Father and his God.

In the desolation of our grief we have been performing the melancholy duty of devising a memento of its object; and a Church and a Temple, a Pillar, and a Mausoleum, have by turns presented themselves to our imagination as fit records of national respect to Sovereign goodness. The franchise which you enjoy puts it in your power to rear the only monument truly worthy to canonize pre-eminent and unparalleled greatness. To you we look, with anxious hope, for a senate in which, as in a

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