hast nothing to lose, and that any change may be to thy advantage; but thou hast a body and a soul: and if thy body goes to the gallows, and thy soul to the devil, won't that be a loss, John ?

ONE PENNYWORTH MORE,

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A SECOND LETTER

FROM

THOMAS BULL TO HIS BROTHER JOHN.

DEAR BROTHER,

So kindly as you have received my former letter, I feel as if I should be much wanting in my duty, if I did not send you a few more of my thoughts, at this critical time. The hand of Providence, brother John, is very manifest: all my neighbours see it, and talk about it. The French, they say, are as great an example of punishment as of perfidy. They tried to ruin old England, by sending their soldiers to fight against our government in America; and in so doing they taught them the evil lesson of fighting against their own government at home. They came back with the itch of rebellion upon them, and gave it to their old comrades; while our honest fellows, who took the other side, brought home as much loyalty, or more, than they carried out, and have kept it ever since. The boundless expenses of that wicked attempt, by land and by sea, brought the French nation to beggary: and from beggars they turned into thieves: like the gypsies, who are either the one or the other as it suits their convenience and so they have got a gypsie government.

Their famous Fayette is fallen, with all his money, into the hands of the enemy: and may forfeit his head if he comes home. Such is the fate of their noble general. The poor king, when he set his hand to that vile treaty with America, did not foresee that he was signing his own death-warrant. The queen, who persuaded him (because she never loved the English) is in prison with him: both of them in danger of being murdered (if they are not already) by a mock-trial, like our king Charles. These are strange things, brother John, and almost make my hair stand on end! Many people said, years ago, it would come home to them; and now their words are fulfilled beyond all that could have been thought of: for the French are at this time the most distracted nation under Heaven; and, what is worse, they are the most wicked. Was not their good-will to this country the same as ever, when they picked out two famous Englishmen, Thomas Pain and the Birmingham doctor, to sit in their new assembly, and assist them in the work of teaching John Bull to eat revolution-soup, dished up with human flesh and French pot-herbs? I love liberty with law, such as we have in England, as well as any body does; but that liberty without law, which makes men eat one another, can come only from the devil, who would eat us all. I thought those frightful stories that came from France were past belief: but a gentleman of our county, who was there last summer, says he will take his Bible oath before any justice, that he saw the blood of people they had killed run out of the mouths of their murderers.-When they had shut up three hundred and fifty poor helpless priests in a pound, and were putting them to death as one would kill hogs for the navy, an English gentleman was walking along the street, and heard a soldier say, as the muskets were

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firing in that bloody massacre," Aha! they are showst ing the priests fine sport there." A man will stand at his door, and see his next neighbour dragged out of his house, to have his throat cut by villains in the street, and take no more notice, than if the parish officers had called upon the man for a the man for a poor's rate or a window tax! When an English gentleman, seeing a raw head carried along, and the corpse shamefully dragged after it, only advised them to bury it, they seized him, and cut off his head and threw it among the mob. This is French liberty, my boy. Our king (God bless himn) is contented if a man pulls his hat off: but to these new tyrants of France, he must pull his head off; and even then they are not satisfied: they sell his house and land from his family, and put the money into the purse of the nation, that is of themselves. What think you of an impudent whore of Babylon, riding along the streets on horseback, at the head of a troop, with a long sword by her side, and pistols in her belt, like the goddess of liberty; and if she did but point with her finger at any person going along the street, his head was off in a moment. There's petticoat government for you! John Bull. "France and England (says the Birmingham doctor, as the repre"sentative of this kingdom) have now discovered the secret that it is their interest to be friends." It may be his interest, and it may be their interest; but it will never be our interest, till Tom Bull turns into Tom Fool, and Englishmen are changed into a nation of villains. It would, no doubt, be a pleasant sight to some folks, if we were to pull down King Charles and his horse at Charing Cross, and set up the idol of liberty (that she-devil of the French) for fools to dance about, and sing hymns with Tom of Bedlam for their clerk. This would bring people together; and when

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they were together, they would take heat, just as horsedung does, when it is laid in a heap. This is the use of your liberty trees, popular clubs, and revolutiondinners, &c.

When we talk about kings, it reminds me of what happened here very lately. A man, like a London rider, thrust himself in amongst us at a public house. He talked at a high rate about French liberty, and the tyranny we live under at home, he laughed at the nonsense and blasphemy of kings having authority from Providence: what, said he, are we such fools as to believe that kings are sent down booted and spurred from the clouds to ride mankind? Some of the company stared at him, and looked as if they felt the spurs in their sides but, says I, hold a little, Mr. Londoner, you don't put that case quite right. You know, we must all be ridden by somebody; for we cannot ride upon ourselves. When a good good horse carries a gentleman, he is as well pleased as his master: but suppose, Mr. Londoner, said I, suppose he should take it into his head to throw his master, that he might be ridden by his equals! then in that case, you know, Mr. Londoner, he will have a horse upon his back instead of a man; ay, twenty, or a hundred horses, all clambering upon his back at once, till they break him down, and he is fit for nothing but the dogs. This is my way of understanding liberty and equality. And now, go and ask your Birmingham doctor how much that horse will better himself. This is the way they have bettered themselves in France. They that will not carry a King, shall have the beasts of the people upon their backs; and the poor fools are pleased, because they think it will be their turn to ride next. Every body can see how bad it would be for horses to