rank or station, are not cognizable by this bill.

Having thus, to the best of my abilities, discussed a measure, which, instead of destroying the Liberty of the Press, will form, I trust, a › fence around it-which will prune off the rotten. boughs of abused privilege, to prevent the canker's eating to the heart's core; I shall, in conclusion, observe, that the opponents of this bill neither know their best interests, nor their worst danger. To abuse the Government for neglect of prosecution, and yet hail a verdict : for the guilty with contributions and applause, was left for the contradictory policy of the degenerate Whigs of 1819. Satire and scorn, however, shall drug them through life with a cud of gall, and history hand them down to posterity in eternal pillory.

JULIUS..

SIR,

LETTER X.

TO THE SAME..

December 28, 1819.

YOUR ideas and my own perfectly coincide, as to the inferences to be drawn from the outrageous conduct of the mob assembled round the Spanish Ambassador's house on the night of his late ball. That conduct, sir, is one of the signs of the times which will go down to posterity with the revolutionary exhibitions of the North.

It is in vain that the seditious press would throw a veil over rebellion and treason, by designating a mob of three or four thousand incendiaries as a gang of pickpockets; but allowing this to be the fact, pickpockets and raggamuffins are the main body of the bandits of revolution. This age has to thank the factious press for the information, that nothing but a gang of thieves rendered military interference necessary to prevent a set of human brutes from overpowering the police, breaking in upon an as

semblage of the first nobility in the kingdom, and from violating the sacred person of England's Majesty. This "breaking in" is not a speculation upon supposition, but the record of a murderous attempt, solely frustrated by the prompt assistance of the civil and military power.

Our pickpockets, sir, are politicians; they are the disciples of Wooler, Sherwin, and another seditious wretch, who, not content with advocating the cause of public plunder and bloodshed, would transplant the stiletto from the soil of its nativity; who, before God and his country, advertises for assassins, in the name of patriotism and justice. Surely, sir, such a villain-demoniac could be most summarily dealt with for that publication, in which he exclaims, " And will no noble-minded Brutus," &c. Our laws cannot be so defective, that a man may, with impunity, point out any of his fellow-men for the bullet or the blade of the muffled murderer. To prejudge a promoter, a preacher of assassination, is but to swear the peace against one who has threatened our life.

But to return to the mob in Portland-place : Its conduct was the natural offspring of the doctrines of liberty and equality that have lately been propagated with such alarming assiduity. The celebration of a festivity among the highe classes of society, is sufficient to collect a mb of Guy Fawkeses, panting for nothing but wholesale devastation and massacre! Was ever yet such a body of mere thieves concentrated in one of the finest streets of the Metropolis, as should venture to commit burglary in the face of an extraordinary police? No. The disciples of "Down with the Throne and the Altar," were the only desperadoes who would dare break in upon such an assembly as that which was collected at the Spanish Ambassador's. The yells and the blasphemies they uttered were horridly significant of their wishes and their disappointment. The politician, as you very properly remark, should take this event into his calculation. It is a malignant feature of demoralization among the lower orders; it is a practical proof that Jacobinism has been to a certain extent successful, in converting some of our fellow-countrymen into the veriest tools. of its bloodiest purposes.

JULIUS.

SIR,

LETTER XI.

TO THE SAME.

December 31, 1819.

A FATUITY of accompanying falsification, as you very humourously exemplified in yesterday's Paper, seems to haunt the predictions of the "poor Whigs" and their unfortunate press. Scarcely had half a dozen hours elapsed from the penning of a dolorous paragraph on our inextricable financial embarrassments, before its editor found himself CHRONICLED for a false prophet by the cheering communication of our Minister of Finance.

Our croakers in the House had just got into second wind, while battling the Seditious Meetings' Bill in their Irish ring, when news arrived that Mayo and Roscommon were in an alarming state of barely-repressed insurrection; that strangers appeared in these quarters, swearing in the inhabitants as insurgents; and that a Sheriff, with a party of twelve dragoons, in attempting to execute some duty imposed on