on making a sort of thatched tent, in which I might enjoy tranquillity and in which I might labour without intermission. From this tent, made of poles, thatch, and English news-papers, I now have the honour to address you. Happiness never depends upon mere place. It depends little more on food or raiment. My diet all comes from my own fields, and my cow is my vintner and brewer. I am asleep on my straw by nine o'clock, and I am in my orchard before four o'clock. Yet, who can be happier? My mind is, for the far greater part of my time, in England. And I have the infinite satisfaction to see, that I have, from this distance, stricken blows which have made the tyrants half dis tracted. A young man, from England, who came, a few days ago, to ask my advice, and who had just arrived from England, exclaimed, upon seeing my gypsie-like habitation: "Only think of papers be" ing written in this place, and at " such a distance, to produce so "much effect upon the English "nation!" "Oh! said I, England " is just on the other side of that "Plain, there. A ship is always "ready to carry the papers. And as to this tent, it is not the tent, "but my head, which produces "the papers, which you have "been so kind and partial as to "admire." I showed him the fine umbrageous Walnut tree, under which I wrote the letter, last summer, to the old battered hack, Now, it appears to me, that you are nearly as well situated as I am for mental exertion. You cannot go out of your prison, and I never want tostir from my tent. Resolve to study; resolve to become able to obtain revenge; and revenge you will obtain. are The situation of our tyrants is now such as no one, not at the gallows foot, ought to envy. In spite of all the falsehoods, which their prime tools put forth, the distresses of their slaves go on regularly increasing. You deceived if you suppose, that I want proofs of this. These proofs are the daily arrivals of farmers and labourers from England. Within the last twelve months, upwards of a hundred and fifty thousand have landed from England to settle here. My family consists of an English woman, an English girl, an English boy, and three young Englishmen. They are allexcellent servants. The men receive each twelve dollars a month, with board, lodging, and washing found them. The same men could not now obtain, in England, four dollars a month. And, as to living, my men have bacon, the best in this world; best wheaten bread; a fat sheep or lamb once a week, flinging the head and pluck to the dogs; good puddings and pies, fruit and other; a cherry-orchard to go and eat what 1 1 cherries they please; and to drink the disappointment that emigrants they have about four gallons of meet with. The best answer to milk a day. Each of these young all these lies is this fact relating men has a good bag of dollars. The first of these men is THOMAS KNIGHT, from Chalton in Hampshire; the second is RICHARD HAINES from Shalford, in Berkshire; the third is CHARLES COBBETT, from Rumsey in Hampshire. Here they are engaged in the work of cultivating things, hardly ever cultivated in this island before. Here they are teaching the people some things, at least, that they did not know before. Here they are most admirable workmen, exerting all their skill and strength for the benefit of a foreign nation. Thousands upon thousands of such men are daily coming. And, come they will, until the tyranny be abated. So that, if we could suppose it possible for the barbarous system to last another ten years, the Borough villains would be left with nobody but the very paupers. There has recently arrived a man from Kent, with his wife and family, to whom the parish gave twenty pounds to bring him out! The scheme was wise for both parties; but, only think of the infernal system that could make it wise! Future ages will read of the Borough villains as of monsters unparralleled. It will be a subject of wonder how such monsters came to be suffered to live. The Borough-villains are continually putting forth accounts of to my men's wages. In short, here a good, sober, able labourer, has a dollar a day and no board all the year round. While the price of board and lodging in the same neighbourhood is one dollar and three quarters a week; so that here are forty-five pounds sterling to lay by, excepting what may be wanting for cloths. A labourer here earns, at this time, sixteen pounds of pork a day; for pork is but about six cents, or three pence English, a pound. The bread, very best, is not now two pence English a pound. So that, about twelve pounds of bread and twelve pounds of solid fat meat, is what each good labourer may earn every day of his life. Our labourers, in the house, drink tea, coffee, with eggs, fish, cheese, butter and dried savoury meat for breakfast and supper. This is the way that those who toil ought to live; and this is the way in which they would live in England, if the Borough-tyrants were deprived of their power. The other morning a young Englishman, who had come to me for advice, as mentioned above, and whose name is ADAMS, and who comes from LYNN in Norfolk, wished me to take him to Flushing, eight miles off. We started a little too late to get in by breakfast time; and, as I was not willing to breakfast at unseasonable hours, I stopped at a farm 1 That abundance, out of which these plain, good people supplied us with a breakfast, the Boroughvillains would have taken to themselves, if they had succeeded in subduing this country. These excellent people are still a part of our countrymen; but, they have had the courage and the good luck to free themselves from the op. pressions, that we are yet compelled to submit to; but which, I trust, we shall not be compelled to submit to long. house, where I saw the farmers roughmongers have taken away (two brothers) at the door: "How all the means of hospitality. They " do you do, Mr. TITUS?" "Pret- have dried up all the sources of it. "ty well, thank thee." "Have you " breakfasted?" "No." "Well, " then, if you have no objection, "this young Englishman and I " will breakfast with you." "Very " much pleased with thy company "and with this young man's too." They called a boy to take care of my horse and in to the house we went. The mistress of the house received us very politely, and gave us a breakfast of tea of the best sort, fine lump sugar, smoaked beef, ham, butter fresh from her spring-house, and bread of the finest flour, mixed up, not with water, but with milk. Here could be no preparation. We took her at a moment's warning. This was the first farm-house that fell in our way. I had never been at the house before; none of the family had ever been at my house; I had no sort of acquaintanceship with Messrs. TITUS; we had exchanged nods, once or twice, and that was all. To be sure these are very hospitable people; but, I very believe, that there is hardly a single farm-house in this whole country, at which, under similar circumstances, we should not have met with the same sort of reception. This is real hospitality. But this is now unknown in England, whence Messrs. TITUS's grandfather brought it. The rascally Bo The bare fact of there being so many thousands of farmers and labourers fleeing from England, is proof quite sufficient of the misery that exists there. An old ermined-ruffian has lately, at Chester, told his audience, that the people are rendered discontented by my publications and by others havinga similar tendency. What! Is it the press that creates the misery ? Is it the press that drives people out of the country? Is it the press that makes the bankruptcies, the want of employment, and the starvation? Why, the press is more free here, and yet it creates no such things. Just as if the press could make a man believe that his belly was empty while he felt it full! Just as if the press could make men believe that they were slaves, if they felt themselves free! Then the old hack talked : about calamities which no human rascally French noblesse and foresight could prevent or provide clergy? Who forced them to bribe against. Ah! What are these? all the knaves and hire all the The whole of our calamities arise bayonets in Europe to compel the out of acts of tyranny and folly, French to return to slavery? Who which have been protested against forced them to attempt, a second at every stage of their adoption. time, the ruin of this free people Aye, and what is curious enough, amongst whom I now am, and, the Borough villains have, during after the slaughter of thousands of the whole time, been punishing men, to retire in deep disgrace all those who protested against from the contest? Can they find these acts. Not only have the us any body that forced them to do calamities been forseen, but they all this and a great deal more? have been foretold; not only fore- If they can, we will fall on upon told, but the acts which produced that body; but, the work is all them remonstrated against; not their own work. They have proonly remonstrated against, but duced all the calamities, which the have brought punishments enor- nation now endures; and for all mous on the heads of the remon- these calamities they are answerstrators. And, now, when it can-able. not be denied, that the calamities are come, the Borough villains turn round upon us and say, that they cannot help them; and then punish us again because we complain of the calamities! They pitch on upon us afresh, and with more fury than ever! They say, that "so long a war" must necessarily produce such calamities; and may it please their Boroughmongerships, who forced them to begin and continue that war? Who forced them to borrow eleven hundred millions of money? Who forced them to divide a good half of this amongst themselves, their relations and dependents? Who forced them to give ten or a dozen millions to If we look back, we shall clearly trace all the calamities to their own deeds, and those deeds to their love of tyranny. Their first war against America was to compel the Americans to submit to taxation without representation. Their recent wars against France have had in view wholly and solely the object of continuing to compel us to submit to the same sort of tyranny. They saw, that, if the French people enjoyed a representative government, it would be impossible much longer to keep the English under the sway of Boroughmongers. Therefore they warred against the French people, who had committed no offence against England. Their object was to destroy freedom in France; United States, without even a because, if they did that, they question asked. To be sure, it thought that they should have us was no business of theirs; but, their tame slaves for ever. They formerly, they would have made succeeded in destroying freedom in France; but, in order to do this, and wallow in luxury at the same time, they were compelled to contract a Debt. They were, besides their grinding taxation, compelled to borrow people's property. So that they spent, not only the income of the nation; but they mortgaged its income, its lands and houses, and also its labour, for ever! And, at this very moment, the child in the cradle has its labour through life pledged to pay for the depriving of the French of their freedom! In future Registers I shall speak of the particular tricks that the Boroughmongers have recently been playing, relative to the Bank and its notes. But, for the present, only look at their state generally. Look at the hundreds of thousands of the most valuable of the people, fleeing from the country as from a house on fire. Look at their paupers crying for food, cramming their poor-houses, or dying with hunger. Look at their army, their only prop, and that depending upon a currency which, at any time, can be destroyed by the judicious use of one thousand pounds. War they dare not think of. They now suffer Spain to cede the Floridas to the it some of their business. Look at their paltry talk about recovering prosperity. Look at their fears, their trembling. There is no difference in the two factions, except that one is in and the other out. Both have been in, and both have pursued the same line of conduct. Both are oppressors; and, as to a reliance upon such men as Burdett or Waithman the thing is not only weak, but ridiculous, especially after what we have now seen. I suppose, that the wiseacres in the City and the Borough thought they had done great things, when they had carried WAITHMAN and SIR ROBERT WILSON! What have these heroes done? Just as I foretold, nothing at all. They have never produced even a single frown in the brow of a single Borough villain. The Boroughmongers care no more for such patriots than the sparrow, which, in my neighbour MORRELL'S garden, at Botley, sat hammering out the peas upon the crown of the hat of a sham man that had heen stuck up to frighten the sparrows away! Such men as Waithman always put me in mind of one of these bird-scarers, or, as we call them in Hampshire, Shoy hoys. When first stuck up, they appear |