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to convince you, that we shall never do any thing to deprive you of one loyal subject, or any one of ourselves of one hundred thousand pounds. Should we not, upon reading such an address, think that people a little silly, who thus made suchunmeaning professions ?
Excuse me, Mr. Printer: no man upon earth has a more profound respect for the abilities of the aldermen and common council than I; but I could wish they would not take up a monarch's time in these good-natured trifle who, I am told, seldom spends a moment in vain.
The example set by the city of London will probably be followed by every other community in the British empire. Thus we shall have a new set of addresses from every little borough with but four freemen and a burgess; day after day shall we see them come up with hearts filled with gratitude, “laying the vows of a loyal people at the foot of the throne.' Death! Mr. Printer, they'll hardly leave our courtiers time to scheme a single project for beating the French; and our enemies may gain upon us, while we are thus employed in telling our governor how much we intend to keep them under.
But a people by too frequent a use of addresses may by this means come at last to defeat the very purpose for which they are designed. If we are thus exclaiming in raptures upon every occasion, we deprive ourselves of the powers of flattery, when there may be a real necessity.
A boy, three weeks ago, swimming across the Thames, was every minute crying out, for his amusement, 'I've got the cramp, I've got the cramp:' the boatmen pushed off once or twice, and they found it was fun; he soon after cried out in earnest, but nobody believed him, and he sunk to the bottom.
In short, sir, I am quite displeased with any unnecessary cavalcade whatever. I hope we shall soon have occasion to triumph, and then I shall be ready myself either to eat at a turtlefeast or to shout at a bonfire; and will either lend my faggot at the fire, or flourish my hat at every loyal health that may be proposed.
I am, sir, &c.
A SECOND LETTER,
SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY A COMMON-COUN
CIL-MAN, DESCRIBING THE CORONATION.
SIR, I am the same common-council-man who troubled you some days ago. To whom can I complain but to you ? for you have many a dismal correspondent; in this time of joy my wife does not choose to hear me, because, she says, I'm always melancholy when she's in spirits. I have been to see the coronation, and a fine sight it was, as I am told, to those who had the pleasure of being near spectators. The dia. monds, I am told, were as thick as Bristol stones in a show-glass; the ladies and gentlemen walked along, one foot before another, and threw their eyes about them, on this side and that, perfectly like clock-work. O! Mr. Prin. ter, it had been a fine sight indeed, if there was but a little more eating.
Instead of that, there we sat, penned up in our scaffolding, like sheep upon a market-day in Smithfield: but the devil a thing could I get to eat (God pardon me for swearing) except the fragments of a plum-cake, that was all squeezed into crumbs in my wife's pocket, as she came through the crowd. You must know, sir, that in order to do the thing genteelly, and that all my family might be amused at the same time, my wife, my daughter, and I, took two-guinea places for the coronation, and I gave my two el. dest boys (who by the by are twins, fine children) eighteen-pence a-piece to go to Sudrick fair, to see the Court of the Black King of Morocco, which will serve to please children well enough.
That we might have good places on the scaf. folding, my wife insisted upon going at seven o'clock in the evening before the coronation, for she said she would not lose a full prospect for the world. This resolution, I own, shocked me.
Grizzle,' said I to her, 'Grizzle, my dear, consider that you are but weakly, always ailing, and will never bear sitting all night upon the scaffold. You remember what a cold you caught the last fast-day by rising but half an hour be. fore your time to go to church, and how I was scolded as the cause of it. Besides, my dear, our daughter Anna Amelia Wilhelmina Carolina will look like a perfect fright if she sits up; and you know the girl's face is something at her time of life, considering her fortune is but small.' • Mr Grogan,' replied my wife, ‘Mr. Grogan, this is always the case, when you find me in spirits; I don't want to go, not I, nor I don't care whether I go at all ; it is seldom that I am in spirits, but this is always the case,' In short Mr. Printer, what will you have on't; to the coronation we went.
What difficulties we had in getting a coach; how we were shoved about in the mob; how I had my pocket picked of the last new almanack, and my steel tobacco-box; how my daughter lost half an eyebrow, and her laced shoe in a gutter ; my wife's lamentation upon this, with the adventures of a crumbled plum-cake; relate all these; we suffered this and ten times more before we got to our places.
At last, however, we were seated. My wife is certainly a heart of oak; I thought sitting up in the damp night-air would have killed her; I have known her for two months take possession of our easy chair, mobbed up in flannel nightcaps, and trembling at a breath of air ; but she now bore the night as merrily as if she had sat up at a christening. My daughter and she did not seem to value it a farthing. She told me two or three stories that she knows will always make me laugh, and my daughter sung me 'the noontide air,' towards one o'clock in the morning. However, with all their endeavours, I was as cold and as dismal as ever I remember. If this be the pleasures of a coronation, cried I to myself, I had rather see the Court of King Solomon in all his glory, at my ease in Bartholomew fair.
Towards morning, sleep began to come fast upon me; and the sun rising and warming the air,