THE COURIER JUSTLY KICKED OUT OF SIR, SOCIETY. You will oblige thirty-nine out of forty-two of your subscribers by inserting the subjoined Letter to the Editor of the Courier 30 SrR, "I have been commissioned, by twenty-nine out of fortytwo subscribers to our Reading-room to apprise you of our unqualified disapprobation of your justificatory comments on the atrocious conduct of the military at Manchester, on Monday last-and also to acquaint you with an occurrence that took place in consequence of that disapprobation. What! not only justify but eulogize a conduct, that every humane person and well-wisher to his country will consider as one of the foulest blots in our historic page, and an indelible stain on our national character! Would you wish that the energetic line of Lucan, In sua victrici conversa viscera dextra, should be England's fatal motto at this por tentous crisis? To the honour of your brother Journalists, be it spoken, they have, almost to a man, reprobated, in the strongest terms, the atrocities of this disgraceful day. Their language bespeaks true patriotism and genuine British feeling-it vibrates in unison with chords of sensibility from one extremity of the realm to the other. Let the Editor of the Courier suppose that myself and cosubscribers are Jacobins or Radicals!-No! we admire the venerable fabric of the British Constitution as much as he does-and because we prize the rights that we enjoy under its protection, therefore we are the more indignant at their violation. We want no vigour beyond the law. "As my feeble powers are inadequate to the task of depicting, in their true colours, our indignant feelings, I leave you to writhe under the tomahawks and scalping knives of your cotemporaries, as you Messrs. Journalists, term each other. I do not mean, by the bye, that the persons into whose hands I have put those Indian weapons, are by any means barbarians; so far from it, that here the terse and classical language of the Star, the Times, and Morning Chronicle, is considered such as would do honour to the best periods of English literature.-Now, Sir, I crave your attention a minute or two longer, while I state the consequence of our disapprobation of your sentiments on the Manchester massacre. We, i. e. the Members of our Reading-room, after recovering from the consternation into which the appaling intelligence from Manchester had thrown us, burst out into invectives against the Courier, as an abettor of these atrocities. We waited two or three days to see if the Editor would either retract or qualify his approbation. No such thing-the more we saw to condemn in this sanguinary proceeding, the more clamorous were you, Sir, to justify it, as a vigorous effort of patriotic heroism! Finding that you still persisted in justifying a line of conduct which the friends of humanity must reprobate, we convened a meeting of the Subscribers, and came to the following Resolutions, there being only three dissentient voices out of 42: "Ist, Resolved, That the Courier, in consequence of its reiterated attempts to justify shedding the innocent blood of our countrymen, be discontinued-to mark, in as formidable a manner as possible, our utter abhorrence of these disgraceful attempts on the part of the Courier! "Resolved, 2dly, That the four Numbers of the Courier, containing the accounts from Manchester of the transactions of Monday last, and subsequent accounts from the same quarter, together with the Editor's execrable remarks thereon, be made up into a packet and kicked by the subscribers present, out of this room. TRIBUTARY LINES TO MAJOR CARTWRIGHT, Ever ready the rights of mankind to defend, As firm as a rock in his own native ocean. Stood CARTWRIGHT the anchor and hope of Reform, With the ardour of youth on the grave tho' declining, IN supporting the arduous, contest for Freedom and Independence, we now protest that we shall neither be ubashed by magisterial frowns, nor deterred from our duty by threats of ministerial vengeance. The Cap of Liberty, That emblem of Freedom, which despotic Tyrants have effaced from the coin of our realm, and crushed by calumny to the dust, we once more raise to hail the dawning morn of our country's Emancipation from slavery, and to guide her through the noon-day splendour of glory, honor, and independence to the utmost of our abilities. We will support the laws as long as they afford protection to the People, but no longer; for when instead of a protection they become weapons of offence in the hands of a corrupt Ministry,hey are no longer worth protecting; and although the SCAROLD should be our doom, we pledge ourselves to perform our duty, by pointing out to the People the moment when arms must be instantaneously taken up, or else our liberties as immediately laid down. It will be for the People to choose the line of conduct they will pursue; we will point out that which is sanctioned by honor, crowned with glory, and which leads to freedom and to happiness. We will not cease to importune the Goddess, who for so many ages shed her genial influence over our once happy Island, until her benignant smiles, bursting through the murky gloom of despotism, like the sun through the lowering clouds of dreary winter, once more revisit us in despite of the malignant frowns of such titled panders of legitimate Corruption as Castlereagh, Liverpool, and Sidmouth. The cheers of an exulting People will support and protect her from the insults of a set of privileged. robbers who are upheld by an overwhelming military power; nor shall our efforts be wanting to give to her throne a solidity which European tyrants connot shake, nor their minions undermine by treachery, bribery, or indiscriminate assassi nation. Such are our professions, and we only ask for public Patronage while we continue to put them into execution. 1. GRIFFIN. Communications (post-paid) addressed to the Publisher, will be attended to. T. Davison, Printer & Publisher, 10, Duke Street, Smithfield Cap of Liberty. A London Weekly Political Publication. No. 2, Vol. 1.] Wednesday, September 15th, 1819. If Humanity shows to the God of this World, [PRICE 2d. C. PHILLIPS, MR. HUNT's TRIUMPHAL ENTRY INTO LONDON. Monday was indeed a day of triumph, not only to Mr. Hunt, but to the friends of Reform in general; and if the Ministry are not appalled by the concourse of the inhabitants of the Metropolis, who joined in the animating cheers of welcome issuing from the hearts of at least 300,000 people, to greet his safe arrival from the sabres of the valiant Yeomanry of Manchester-if this, we say, does not compel them to restore the Constitution to its original brightness and purity, nothing will drive them from the Treasury till its coffers are exhausted beyond the power of replenishing, or until the people rise up in arms to compel them to revere those laws which they have been in the habit of so long violating with impunity. We will now proceed to describe the procession, which it was given out would move forward from Islington at 12 o'clock, but long before that time every avenue leading to it was thronged with crowds, who eagerly pressed forward, either to secure a good situation at the starting place, or to proceed beyond that, and meet Mr. Hunt at Highgate. Every species of vehicle, from the glass-coach and landau, to the humble tax-cart or cumbrous coal-waggon, was seen crowded with passengers, moving towards the spot where it was supposed Hunt would alight from his own carriage, and enter that prepared by his friends. Except that there was little confusion in the progress of the multitudes, one would have supposed that some terrible visitation of Pro Printed and Published by T. DAVISON, 10, Duke Street, Smithfield. vidence had obliged the inhabitants of the City to desert their homes: for, we believe, never before did London disgorge in one day so many thousands of its population. With much of the previous preparations for this occasion of Mr. Hunt's friends, or, as we heard them d'enominated, "The United Committees," our readers are already acquainted. Their business was only to bring their resources into action. This was effected with some little, though without any of that confusion which one might expect. At an early hour of the morning, two or three chariots and pairs, in which were Messrs. Watson, Preston, Thistlewood, Waddington, and one or two other friends of Mr. Hunt, passed through the city on their way to the appointed rendezvous at Islington. They were preceded by a landaulet, drawn by six bays; the three outriders wore Hunt's favors in their hats, and the horses were handsomely decorated with ribbands of the same colour (red). There were, besides these, two open carriages filled with Mr. Hunt's friends, amongst whom we perceived several well-dressed females. These, as well as the Committees, and some hundreds of the spectators, wore large knots of red riband in their hats or bosoms. On the arrival of a large party of the Committee at Islington, they held, as we understood, a consultation as to their further arrangements for the day. With the nature or manner of their deliberations we are unacquainted. The result, however, appeared to be a determination to draw up the procession in the order in which it was to return, and to wait in that state at this side of Holloway-turnpike, until the arrival of Mr. Hunt. This was soon arranged, and on the arrival, we saw the several carriages, flags, &c., in the order hereafter described. It was now 12 o'clock, and the crowds from the city continued to increase to an im mense extent; and though the parties on close inspection straggled irregularly on, yet to a spectator at a little distance they appeared a solid and regular mass, urged forward by an almost simultaneous motion. As they advanced they became more broken, thousands taking up their stations, and completely lining the roads between Holloway and Islington. When the hour had passed at which it was said that Mr. Hunt would arrive, many persons began to think that Hunt had gone to town by another road, and they therefore sought to compensate their disappointment by turning the laugh against the crowds who were arriving every moment. Others gravely asserted, that the whole matter was a hoax which had been played upon Dr. Watson and his friends by some government wag; that Hunt was in Manchester, and would not be in town for a month. But though there were some who might have believed these reports, the great body of the assembled multitude seemed certain that Hunt would arrive. They, therefore, waited patiently, and those who did not choose, or could not regale themselves at the neighbouring public-houses, contrived to pass away the time by creating some amusements for themselves on the road. Among the many little incidents by which their attention was excited, a large terrier dog, decorated with the badge of Universal Suffrage, was particularly attractive. This animal had a white paper |