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the people--are, severally, acts of perfidious and mischievous policy which we feel persuasied never could receive your Majesty's countenance but through the abuse of your royal contidence, and which demand the immediate disinissai uf those unworthy Ministers, the contrivers and conductors of 80 foul a conspiracy.

“ We beg leave humbly to assure your Majesty, that tbere representations are dictated by our sincere attachmeut to that coustitution which seated your Majesty's august family on the throne of these realms, by a sincere devotion to your Majesty's person, and by an anxious desire to promote the future glories of your reign; and in this spirit we conjure your Majesty, by an auspicious change of councils and measures, to re-unite the great family of the British people, who have long been divided, insulted, and oppressed, aud wbich would continue your Majesty on a throue, secured by their just affection, and rendered no less glorious by the boundless resources of their industry.

We, therefore, bunbly pray your Majesty to dismiss from your presence and coulciis, for ever, those Ministers whose pernicious measures have so long endangered the throne, undermined the constitution, and blighted the prosperity of the nation. “ Signed, by order of the Court,

“ HENRY WOODTHORPE."

To which bis Majesty was pleased to returu the following

answer :

“ It has been with the most painful feelings that I have heard the sentiments contained in the address and Petition now presented to me by the Lord. Mayor, itidermen, and Coinmon-Council of the City of London.

“ Whatever may be the motives of those by whom it is brought forward, its evident tendency is to inflame the passions and mislead the judgment of the unwary and less enlightened part of my subjects, and thus to aggravate ail the difficulties with which we have to contend."

The Address was a fair statement of grievances, written in an undisguised and artless manner; there was no exagger. ation, and the picture might have been coloured much higher and still have been cousistent with truth.

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LE TOCSIN ;*
Or the Address of Citizen Famine, to the Oppressors of his

Country.
(FKOM AN UNKNOWN AUTHOR.)

Kings! Ministers! Commons! and Pressgangs! By whatever denomination ye are known, Oh Oppressors! drop for a' moment the clamour of corruption, and bearken to the voice of Truth. I'be past ages of the world have been the epochs of theory, the present is an age of practice. Men begin to act what they formerly thought; an unaccountable impulse urges the arm to perform what the heart dictates, avd po sooner is tyranny known, than the upanimous consent of nations records it for destruction.

Beware, then ; the arm of vengeance shall not be torpid for ever. Man supports oppression as long as his preju. dices enable him, but when the increasing weight exceeds his strength, prejudice takes itself away, and the oppression is tumbled to the ground. You may make the blind believe there is no sun, or that it is not at present visible; but you cannot persuade the awakened sight of Reason that it is only a farthing candle, aristocratically lighted up to illumine and benefita few. When bread is wanting, and when men arescarce, do not accuse Nature with sterility, do not libel bumanity so much, by asserting that destruction is occasioned by the , necessities of society. Society is sufficient for itself, it requires no aid, no crowned auxiliary, and it cannot be the cause of war or misery uniess some extra monarchy disjoints the parts, aud disunites the members. War is the cause of famine, and Courts are the authors of war; they write the bistory of mau in letters of blood, and Death is their historian ; ibey thin ibe ranks of life, they drive the husband man from the plough to the camp, and when corn becomes scarce because the peasant cannot cultivate it, they exclaim-05 Nature has devied her increase, and men slaughter one another.” Let us consider, for a moment, if these things be true. While a commercial intercourse exists between the nations of the earth, no scarcity can arise to any nation, because the superfluity of one nation will always supply the deficiency of another. This commercial intercourse can only be impeded by the machinations of tyrants ! tyrants are, therefore, the causes of famine! O ye oppressors of my country! bave you pot violated

* This Traçt appeared about the 1795.

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the sacred rites of social commerce? and have you not by that means provoked a reciprocal injustice? If it was not enough to send our brothers by thousands to their graves, and to make the fields of Flanders smoke with the gore of our countrymen, surely it was an unpardonable excess of cruelty to invent a system of starvation! At once to depopulate the earth, to barrenize Nature, and to invade the sacred rights of commerce, which have hitherto distributed the effects of Nature to all the tenants of the globe. Through you, destructive wolves! our children cry in vain for that, sustenance wbich the forsaken mother is unable to give them. Through your arts, the last patieuce of human nature is ex. hausted, and wbile hunger impels the insulted sons of

poverty to desperation, the ruffians of war shoot them like dogs, and death finishes that long tale of lingering misery wbich you tyrants first began. Heavens ! shall our existence be prolonged only to make our sufferings the medium of your prosperity and pleasure? Sball our scanty meals and hardearned morsels scarcely keep together, the last remnants of a weary being, that you may wallow in luxury, and trea? with insolence upon the hands that feed you? No! po! if humanity is to fall, let it fall to the hero of Nature, and let the dagger of vengeance be the trophy to celebrate the

strug. gle of expiring Liberty, and adorn the sepulchre of Virtue! This may be the language of passion, but it is also the language of truth ; disagreeable to statesmen, and to none more so, than those wbich have an effect attached to the non-observance of them.

Patience appears to me a virtue in proportion as avarice and ambition are German vices, Hanover is the fountain. head of perjury, and Johny Bull can evidence the effects of the German Spa. However, let us remember, that though it is the interest of Hanover to be the receiver of gold, it is not bis interest to take away our sheaves of corn, since in that case, it may be our interest to plant hemp in. stead of wheat. Inform me, GREAT and AWFUL JUSTICE! which is guilty-the monarchs, ministers, and priests who advise destruction and murder, and send our corn and cattle to feed the whiskered slaves of Austria, or the peasant, mechanic, or labourer, who impelled by Nature's appetites, snatches from the contractor a morsel wbich they have not bought? Who, Great Justice! de serves most to suffer from the military assassips of the day? Justice points to the Crown, the robe of office, and the mitre. The spade, the anvil, and the loom are greater ornaments to life; the childrev of vature use them, and wbat

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ever Nature produces is their heritage and right. It were well if your red coat assas-ins would cease to murder for you, for then your eyranuy would cease lo exist. Howerer, ite soldier is not the lost laitbiul of your dogs, you teed hun upon bard ciusts : no sooner shall the people of er bim a better meal, ihan he will desert from your standard aud unite with the people. Already the army is teconung eulightened ; gurpider will soon be a useless material, and the soldier will shortly be exalted from ibe stule of a slave into that of a Beware of that day when the cap of Liberty shall be supported by those men whom you now treat as slaves; it approaches, and Tyrauny trembles at the quickness of the step.

Tyranny a d Freedom have engaged in a race. Tyrandy which at fir:t gain dupon Tíumanity, througb the violence of its progress, now grows weary, every veive is exhausted, and tenuing on a roheu sword, it scarcely popis along-while . Freedom, amid tibe slouts of millious, arrives triumphant at the goal. if this is not warning sufficient to you, apply your attention to the vergeance which public misery is preparing to shower ou roli he.ds. Look at the scenes of bor. for and starration, of which you are the cause, and see tte victims of Famive, whon! you bave deprived of bread aud chese, frasting on the ideas of future justice. Give them a peace; destroy your menopolies ; reform your sevates; disband your associations ; decline your pensions; and then, hoping for betier days, the insulted world may relax its severity, and by com:orling the existence of others, you may perpetuate your own. Whenever the thunder of human justice is collected in ihe recess of hunian sorrow, it is no partial rod erected on the edifice of Tyranny that can divert ibe blow. Man koows your guilt, he is sensible of the oppression with which you grad him, and he is preparing the iribunalıf justice to retribute bis injuries. Exert your caution, mahe use of your po.itical arithmetic, and say if it is better to multiply human siirrows and divide social conpections, or to reduce the sum of misery, and cast up tbe general account of our liberties and rights. Cousider well, with war, famine, and oppression, come discord, vengeance, and destruction-witb peace, plenty, and priuciple, come life, wealth, and security. Reflect seriously ; give us bread, or the appetites of Nature will oblige us to devour you! Cease to murder us with your military, or the bayonet that slew the unfortunate victims of hunger and poverty may also pierce the flinty heart of the wretch whose being is the abuse of life, whose tyranny is a libel to the patience of man!

TO THE EDITOR OF THE REPUBLICAN,

SIR, The insertion of the following poetical piece on the difficulty of SIN entering the Christian Heaven, and which, according to some Christians, caused the fall of Satan and his angels, and who are now destined to torment ihe Jew, Mahonietan, Deist, and Atheist.

Will oblige your's,

T. MOSES.

Thou sin of wirchcraft! first born child of criine!

Produc'd be fure ibe bloom of time;
Ambition's miden sin, in heaven conciird!

And who could have lieliey'd
Defilement could in purity beyin,
Aud bright eternal day be soil'd with sin ?

Tell us, sly penetrating esime,

How cuin'st thou there, thon tult suultiine ?
How' diilst thou pass the adamanjine yate;
Anil into spirit thyself immate?

From what dark state? froill wlat oleep place?
From what strailge uncreated race?
Where was thy ansient habitation finns.d.
Before void chaos heard the forming owns
Wust thou a substance, or an alry ghost,
A vapour Hying in the Huid.wisie

Of unconocied vir?

Aurt ho'y at first didst thou come thrie?
Sure there was one a time when hou wert rot:
By whom was thou created ? and ior whol?
Art ihou a steam f:01 some containes darp exhallits

Hou should contaion be enrail'd
On bright seraphic spirifs, and in a plice,
Where all': spreme, and glory tils the

No noxious vapour there could rise ;
For there no noxions ia ter lies :

Nothing that's evil coulil et pear;
Sin never could seraphic glory bear;

The brightness of th' viemid fire,
Which fills as well as coustilutes the place,
Would be a fire tuo hot for crime to wear,
"Twould caleine sin, or melt it into air.

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