to deprive it of that certainty and respectability which alone shall assure to it authority and obeence. You are the men that mistake the shout of the rabble for the voice of the people, and but for the Bible would affirm that Aaron's Golden Calf was molten at the command of God, because the Israelites were unanimous in demanding it of their weak High Priest. The assumption, that misrule must be the cause of the existing rebellious ferment, has not half so much ground to stand upon as the supposed conclusion in the case of the unanimous Israelites. After this explicit detail of your syllogistic resources, and the admirable manner you make use of them, I have little need to soothe the three-headed Cerberus, your faction, with a sugared cake, and therefore, defying its barking, I shall proceed to flog it soundly whenever it may repeat them. Gentlemen, disappointment awaits you, whether amendment do or not; and wishing that the former may produce the latter, I am,

JULIUS.

LETTER VI.

TO THE EDITOR OF THE MORNING POST.

SIR,

December 20, 1819.

It is equally matter of consolation and thanksgiving to every true Briton, that England, in her hour of trouble, has the rallying point of National Religion and National Prejudices to collect together, and merge private interest for public salvation. This is the cause, that instead of being distracted with a thousand gradations of party, from Loyalists down to the maniacs of Radical Reform, he who is not in the lists of the latter, has no resource but to join the ranks of the former.

Till, sir, our talent apostatizes from its veneration of the days of old-till, equally deluded and degenerate, it become the mime of the arch-infidels of France, we never can be undone. It is a disgrace to a man, who has enjoyed the advantages of English education, to be unable to appreciate the foregoing axiom. The talent of England has rallied in beautiful and august

array around the throne and the altar, and yet there are some among us who persist in looking through a medium of despair-who, because a battle is to be fought, are blinded by their fears from seeing the preponderance of resource that ensures victory. England has but one cabal to crush, and is unanimous as to the means of its extinction. France is cursed even now with five or six prominent factions recruiting their exhausted powers for future struggles. The wrongs these parties have done one another have sown interminable hatred between them. The interests they espouse must ever clashthe materials of which they are composed can never amalgamate; their silence is the sullenness of exhaustion, it is the stillness of the volcano after its fiery vomit. Unity is the parent of stability—it is the focus of prosperity. France has removed "her old land-mark," she has no rallying cry that can unite her factions for internal exertion. The altar and the throne are objects she has not unlearnt to abominate. She might endure them in her helplessness, and tolerate them in her exhaustion, but they are not the magic sounds that could marshal a Buonapartist and a Royalist in hearty union against Jacobin sacrilege. No, the former would stand

aloof from pure hatred to the latter, should he abstain from his trade of blood in not making common cause against him. Such is France, worried by factions that have done away all her ancient bonds of union-Jacobins battling in her Parliament for the admission of Regicides, while the supporters of Legitimacy are compelled to resort to quinquennial renewals of Parliament, as its only security against being revoted to the gibbet or the guillotine. The infancy of a State is strength compared with that period which succeeds the bankruptcy of its public credit, its public treasure, and its heredited property.

I have been led to these remarks by the perusal of as able and consolatory an essay upon the present crisis, as could do credit to British sense and British literature. This production is entitled "The Warder," and appeared in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine for the present month. By the attached "No. 1." I am happy to perceive that the Warder is determined not to desert his post; and if individual applause can stimulate and confirm his noble resolution, I would here add my mite to that which preceded it in the valuable Journal

through which I address the public. I know of no writing so certain to reanimate confidence among the better classes of society, and point out the groundlessness of any fears that may be entertained for the speedy triumph of the great and good cause of religion and social order. To take my text from the Warder, "we should be troubled, but not terrified, at the aspect of this trying time;" we should be troubled for the poor deluded victims that common safety must sacrifice on the altar of justice. A struggle may come ere the dupes of designing men can be undeluded; but dread of the contest should not incapacitate us for appreciating our im-. mense, our magnificent superiority. Nothing but cowardice or incaution can injure us; vigilance is all that is necessary, that surprise and ambuscade may not fight the battles of the factious. We must be on the alert, and so distribute means of defence as to ensure victory at all points at the first onset. A solitary instance of successful surprise would do more to dishearten and paralyze the loyal, than three defeats in expected and foreseen combat. The success of the Paisley rebels in preventing many of the constables from joining their main body, by stoning them on their approach to it,