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of their rights none will dispute, but such as lose by their success. The overthrown tyrants and their fawning syco. phantic courtiers, together with the clergy (who could keep the people if possible wrapped in worse than Beotian ignorance for the purpose of fattening upon their spoils) may rail at such a doctrine; but it is one which the just, the patriotic, and independent heart will acknowledge with triumph, and shedding the last drop of the crimson tide which circulates through its veins, to establish in despite of Imperial tyranny or papal superstition; for the blood which

"For liberty shed so holy is

"It would not stain the purest rill,

"That sparkles amidst the bowers of bliss."

The history of England and also that of Ireland, differ in but a few instances, from those of the other nations of England. The Barons in England were feudal lords, who made war upon each other at pleasure during some centuries, though all of them or mostly all paid tribute to the King. The people at length obtained a share in the legislature, but the number of their Representatives were so few in proportion to the population of the Kingdom, that they were easily corrupted, and the rights and properties of the inhabitants were bartered at pleasure, till Hampden rose and by his valour stemmed the torrent of corruption. He embarked his property and his life in the cause of his country-that cause had a temporary triumph-but Hampden never lived to see the good he wrought-he died upon the field which a tyrant had bathed in the blood of Englishmen, the death of a hero, but his memory will for ever flourish in the breast that throbs with the generous glow of Patriotic ardour, or the enthusiastic love of liberty and independance. Fain would we offer our tribute of praise, to Your unsullied and unfading glory,

Thou proudest boast of England's story;

"But alas! to the Angels above 'tis but given
"While chaunting the vesper of Heroes at even
"To pause at thy name 'mid the music of heaven,
"And shed the mute tear to thy memory."

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In a few years the torrent to which this hero had given a temporary check, burst forth with renovated violence which annually increased, until the apostate Pitt arose, and boring the last hole in the shattered hull of the constitution, sent here under the guidance of Lord Castlereagh, to labour through the foul sea of corruption. The people held down by a rod of iron,, have been compelled to view their liberties one after another involved in the general ruin; until at

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length, death staring them in the face, they call meetings in public and hold consultations, to know what line of conduct it is necessary to pursue. At one of those meetings their rulers order their myrmidons to attack them, and in consequence thereof the blood of upwards of two hundred individuals is spilled upon the field, where they met in peace to debate upon their hopeless situation. The people demand justice, but it is denied them by the ministry, nay, they openly thank the murderers, and file accusations against the innocent sufferers. This is the real state of things at present, and to every honest heart in the kingdom we put the following questions, and have little doubt of the answers

Is justice withheld from the people by the present ministry? Are not the ministry therefore guilty of High Treason? Is not the Prince who keeps them in power, knowing that they have lost the confidence of the nation and deservedly lost it, accessary to their Treason? Does not the Prince who is accessary to treason against the People, forfeit his right to the Crown? And are not a Jury justifiable and praiseworthy, who give a verdict of Not Guilty against any Englishman who is taken prisoner in open warfare against treachery and corruption?

PIETY OF ENGLISH PARSONS.

We have heard that the Editor of The Courier is a clergyman, and are really astonished to what purposes religion may be turned. A clergyman (the Rev. Mr. Ethelstone) gave the warwhoop to the Yeomanry of Manchester, when they so gallantly dyed their swords in the blood of suffering innocence; and a brother hypocrite at first defends the murders committed, and now turns round with the greatest assurance, and tells his readers that the whole story is a mere fabrication; although the Reporter, whom on that unfortunate occasion he sent to Manchester, sent him a detailed account of atrocities at which human nature must shudder, which account, however, this very honest Editor thought proper to suppress.

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These" he says (speaking of Mr. Pearson, Sir Charles Wolsley, &c.) are the parties upon whose facts The Chronicle dilates and The Times triumphs! They alone are to be believed in all their disgusting recital of barbarity, which never can pollute the character of Englishmen, till they them→ selves and men like them have sway amongst us. Every day some fresh tale of sickening horror is invented by these faithful historians, and published by these obsequious journalists: All their malignant and odious falsehoods find a

ready circulation in the unbought press of England, as The Times dubs itself, the Manchester Observer, and similar publications. The acts which they infamously ascribe to: the Yeomanry, would disgrace the veriest horde of assas sins that even leagued together for the demon-like pleasure of glutting themselves with blood and murder. Yet they are unblushingly told of English gentlemen, and believedno, not believed-affected, to be believed by public journalists, for the pitiful object of exasperating public opinion, against a too powerful administration. Happily for the honor of the Country_these men stand alone. All that is respectable in the Empire for wealth, for talent, for character, and for station, keep aloof from the growling faction."

Let the Yeomanry of Manchester who are, who must be conscious of their guilt, read the foregoing paragraph from The Courier, and ponder on their inhuman deeds. The Courier may blind a few of its readers as to facts, but the Yeomanry are aware of the part they occupied in the murderous transaction; and here they have an opinion upon the barbarity of their conduct, from a journal that has waded through a mass of falsehoods and through the contempt of the world, to support and bear them up against the indignation of the people; yet that journal says that the acts which are attributed to the Yeomanry (and those acts the Yeomanry know to be true)" would disgrace the veriest horde of assas ins that ever leagued together for the demonlike-pleasure of glutting themselves with blood and murder." But let them not for an instant confide in the assertion of that same vile paper, which tells them that those facts are not believed. They are believed-the voice of the country is loudly raised against the villains, who could calmly wallow in human blood, even in the blood of women and of children. Think not your deeds will in a short time be buried in oblivion; no, though the Ministry may arrest the arm of justice for a time, when that Ministry is overthrown, the cry of the widow and the orphan will summons you before the outraged tribunal of your country; when you and the ruthless villains who afforded protection to your inhuman deeds will be conducted to the scaffold, and perish unpitied and unlamented, amid the loud shrieks of joy bursting from the surcdarged hearts of people restored to the possession and enjoyment of their liberties. The infamous Editor of that infamous paper, The Courier, will be compelled to fly from a country he has disgraced, by his servile adherence to the traitors who have plunged it into a gulph of misery, from which it only can be freed by the strenoous exertions of the People to reform in toto the present system, which is sink

ing them still deeper in the quagmire of perdition. If force be again resorted to for the purposes of oppression, we sincerely hope that the people will retaliate, and sweep at a single stroke such vipers from the situations they have contaminated by rapine and bloodshed,

Again this pious Editor declares, "that all that is respectable for wealth, for talent, for character, and for station, keep aloof from the grovelling faction."We ask him, (if he alludes to the Ministry and their adherents) how they came to be wealthy? was it not by the plunder of the peo-: ple? We ask him, how they arrived to the stations of which they boast and which they abuse ?-Was it not by compromising their characters?-Talent they possess, but they. prostitute it to the worst of purposes.

How came Lod Castlereagh to be premier of England? › was it by selling his native country to a statesman as venal as himself? How is he supported in his elevated station? Is it by the plunder of the people?-is it by the forfeiture of every principle of virtue and honor which an honest man should prize?—Is it by imbruing his hands in the blood of individuals, who are led away from the laws by agents paid. by him for that purpose?-And this is the man, or rather the fiend whom The Courier would have us regard as a sample of every thing that is worthy of imitation; but we tell The Courier, that words are not adequate to express our abhorrence and indignation of any Monster; and we conclude this article in the most heartfelt accordance of feeling with the poet in his exclamation of the following lines,

Oh! for a tongue to curse the slave,
Whose treason like a deadly blight,
Comes o'er the councils of the brave,
And blasts them in the hour of might:
May life's unblessed cup for him
Be drugg'd with treacheries to the brim,
With hopes that but allure to fly,
With joys, that vanish while he sips,
Like dead sea-fruits, that tempt the eye,
But turn to ashes on the lips;

His country's curse, his children's shame,
Outcast of virtue, peace, and fame;
May he, at last, with lips of flame
On the parch'd desert thirsting die,
While lakes that shone in mockery nigh
Are fading oft, untouch'd, untasted,
Like the once glorious hopes he blasted;
And when from earth his spirit flies,
Just Prophet, let the damned one dwell
Full in the sight of Paradise,
Beholding heaven and feeling hell?

T. DAVISON, Priuter and Publisher, 10, 'Duke Street, Smithfield.

THE

Cap of Liberty.

A London Weekly Political Publication.

No. 3, Vol. 1.] Wednesday, September 22d, 1819.

If Humanity shows to the God of this World,
A sight for his fatherly eve,

'Tis that of a PEOPLE with banner unfurl'd,
Resolv'd for their FREEDOM TO DIE,
"Tis a spark of the Deity bursting to light
Through the darkness of human control,
That fires the bold war arm in Liberty's fight,
And springs from the Patriot burning and bright,
Through the eye of an heavenly soul.

PRICE 2d.

C.PHILLIPS.

LETTER TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE REGENT.

SIR,

Whether this letter will ever find its way to your presence I cannot conjecture, for friends are always scarce around a throne, and fawning sycophants never breathe the language of unadulterated truth. If your Royal Highness should, perchance, observe it, you will do well to profit by the lesson it contains, however unpleasant to your feelings it may be to receive advice from so humble an individual as myself. That you no longer possess the affections of the people who voluntarily placed your ancestors on the throne which you expect shortly to ascend, must have been some time evident even to yourself, for the voice of the people has been several times unequivocally expressed in your presence, and particularly on that occasion when the potatoes (as Mr. Hicks declared to be the case) spoke so very eloquently in the Park. That the people (I do not call them subjects, for the word subject is but another name for slave, and what free-born Briton will submit to so base an appellation,) are anxious for a change of Adininistration, is evident from the iminense number who joined in greeting the return of Mr. Hunt to the metropolis. Were you, Sir, ever thus received, or has any Member of the present Ministry been ever thus congratulated and conducted in triumph through the cheers of 300,000 people. No, Sir, in the place of confidence they have inspired hatred and contempt by their tyrannical, rapacious, and imbecile conduct; they have drawn your Royal Persou beneath the derision and scorn of the People in whose af

Printed and Published by T. Davison, 10, Duke Street Smitbâckb

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