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Since the publication of the first edition of this pamphlet, or rather, on the same day on
which it came out, the King's Speech made its appearance in this city. Had the spirit of
prophecy directed the birth of this production, it could not have brought it forth, at a more
seasonable juncture, or a more necessary time. The bloody mindedness of the one, shew
the necessity of pursuing the doctrine of the other. Men read by way of revenge. And the
Speech, instead of terrifying, prepared a way for the manly principles of Independance.
Ceremony, and even, silence, from whatever motive they may arise, have a hurtful
tendency, when they give the least degree of countenance to base and wicked
performances; wherefore, if this maxim be admitted, it naturally follows, that the King's
Speech, as being a piece of finished villany, deserved, and still deserves, a general
execration both by the Congress and the people. Yet, as the domestic tranquillity of a
nation, depends greatly, on the CHASTITY of what may properly be called NATIONAL
MANNERS, it is often better, to pass some things over in silent disdain, than to make use
of such new methods of dislike, as might introduce the least innovation, on that guardian
of our peace and safety. And, perhaps, it is chiefly owing to this prudent delicacy, that the
King's Speech, hath not, before now, suffered a public execution. The Speech if it may be
called one, is nothing better than a wilful audacious libel against the truth, the common
good, and the existence of mankind; and is a formal and pompous method of offering up
human sacrifices to the pride of tyrants. But this general massacre of mankind. is one of
the privileges, and the certain consequence of Kings; for as nature knows them NOT,
they know NOT HER, and although they are beings of our OWN creating, they know not
US, and are become the gods of their creators. The Speech hath one good quality, which
is, that it is not calculated to deceive, neither can we, even if we would, be deceived by it.
Brutality and tyranny appear on the face of it. It leaves us at no loss: And every line
convinces, even in the moment of reading, that He, who hunts the woods for prey, the
naked and untutored Indian, is less a Savage than the King of Britain.
Sir John Dalrymple, the putative father of a whining jesuitical piece, fallaciously called,
_AMERICA_," hath, perhaps, from a vain supposition, that the people here were to be
frightened at the pomp and description of a king, given, (though very unwisely on his
part) the real character of the present one: "But" says this writer, "if you are inclined to
pay compliments to an administration, which we do not complain of," (meaning the
Marquis of Rockingham's at the repeal of the Stamp Act) "it is very unfair in you to
withhold them from that prince by WHOSE _NOD ALONE_ THEY WERE
PERMITTED TO DO ANY THING." This is toryism with a witness! Here is idolatry
even without a mask: And he who can calmly hear, and digest such doctrine, hath
forfeited his claim to rationality an apostate from the order of manhood; and ought to be
considered as one, who hath not only given up the proper dignity of man, but sunk
himself beneath the rank of animals, and contemptibly crawl through the world like a