conscience in preference to those of delicacy; and in the crisis of my country's peril to tell the world, that thou art the sinner. Could I speak in Indian thunder-could I make high Heaven the wall on which, in characters of flame, to trace the warning I would give; then should your eyes behold, then should your ears hear the awful word-beware! "God will not always be mocked," therefore beware! He may send his Nathan, or Himself come down to fill the Temple with his presence! Though an avenging Deity might stay his two-edged sword on the threshold of the Saviour's tomb-though the efficacy of the atonement might lintel-mark a Passover on the gates of the holy sepulchrethough the sanctuary which was profaned might with success plead impunity for the profanation, hope not, child of earth, ever insolently to brave Heaven-trust not to make the horns of the Altar a panoply from the due punishment, while you desecrate them to the sacridegious ostentation of all the hypocrisies of profligate and hardened guilt.

Princess, I shudder for you !---would to God you shuddered for yourself! I feel the burthen of an appalling presentiment, that the end of

such characters cannot be like the end of others. The impious solemn mockery to which you are pledged to lend yourself on Wednesday next, fills the minds of men with unspeakable horror. The projectors of it they know not how sufficiently to execrate; at the victim they gaze with an indescribable something of uneasiness, which it is out of the power of language to define; the City mourns, the Country mourns, yet their Queen exults.

The Saturnalia, Madam, to which your sor ceries have given birth, make the pastime of a horde of incarnate demons, whose only exciting rallying cry is, "Blood and plunder!" whose chief encouragers, those adepts at miscreancy and gallows-scaping, a blaspheming vender of treason, and a hoary bankrupt swindler. These miscreants, and others of their class, should have been hung by the neck years ago. Had they died the death they have long deserved, many of their deluded disciples would still have been alive. Dream not, however, that a master-spirit will be long wanting to assert the good cause of old England, to confound your accursed witcheries, and for ever exorcise the evil spirit of seditious disaffection. Your con

duct, Princess, is enough to excite the very stones to mutiny!

Princess! if resolute to hazard your own perdition, bestow, at least, one thought on those whom it seemeth good unto you to denominate your faithful, generous people. For their sakes abandon your impious intention. Persist in your present determination---pursue your present line of conduct, and I cry Treason! stark staring Treason! England from shore to shore will lift up the shout-Treason? Europe and the world will re-echo-Treason! and signs upon earth, and signs from heaven, will thus record the accusation---Blasphemy and Treason! Do you conceive the Almighty circumscribed in his means, and that he needs another Peter to call down vengeance on another Sapphira? Dare you enter the House of God with a lie in your mouth ?---will not the shrine tremble?---will not inanimate nature quake?---will not the hair stand on end on men's heads ?---will not the chill silence of awful portent come over them? ---will any thing but the "Oh! spare her yet a little longer," of a crucified Redeemer, check the thunderbolt of heaven in mid errand to avenge the cause of the righteous Ruler of the

Universe? Though invisible, the Deity is omnipresent. He himself will administer the oath to his creature. Will that creature hurl perjury in the face of her Creator? The bare conception makes my limbs tremble---my hand can scarcely retain the pen---I am appalled at the truths I have been compelled to tell---I am terrified at my own thoughts. There is but one way to avert the outpouring of the vials of Almighty wrath--that one and only way is by humiliation and confession and prayer.

Princess! though truth may be unpalatable, it must ultimately be all-prevailing. For the honour of God, then, and the peace of your country; for your own sake, and the sake of those you have mistaken for your friends; by all your fears of hell, and by all your hopes of heaven; finally, by its possibly awful catastrophe-1 warn you from the intended consum, mation of the impious solemn mockery.

JULIUS.

LETTER XVII.

TO THE EDITOR OF THE MORNING POST.

SIR,

April 30, 1821.

THE necessary consequence of repealing the Usury Laws would speedily shew itself, in raising the interest of money, so that its mininum would never be under 10 or 12 per cent.; its maximum never subject to limitation or control. The immediate effect of such repeal would be the creation of a new article of commerce, a new commodity for speculative trading. Mo ney, which had hitherto existed as the mere common representative or measure of value, would, under the contemplated change, co-exist as a commodity generally subject to be bought and sold. As the former, a pound note would go for and represent twenty shillings; as the latter, would sell for the maximum price, which would vary, and be determinable in almost every particular instance by the distress and necessity of the buyer.