any property they could call their own. I appeal to the whole history of mankind for the proof of the maxim, that ignorance and poverty are the two pillars of a privileged church, and the divine right of kings." pp. 66, 67.

The dreadful consequences of the atheistical doctrine of freedom of opinion, are such as we might naturally anticipate. The Sabbath in New-York is horribly profaned; and Mr. Toughtale's landlord (the worthy and religious black gentleman) assured him that the African church was the only one in which there was a chance of hearing a sermon; and that even there, the whole congregation was sometimes taken up and carried to the watch-house, under pretence that they disturbed the neighbourhood with their groanings, howlings, and other demonstrations of genuine piety. "The true reason was, however that these bundling, gouging democrats, have such a bitter hostility to all sorts of religion, that they cannot bear even that the poor negroes should sing psalms." p. 69.

The state of literature in New-York may be inferred from the reply of one of the bas bleus of that place, to Mr. Toughtale, who inquired of her how she liked Lord Bacon. "Bacon -bacon," replied this American Corinna-"O! I guess we call it gammon. But we don't put Lord to it, because its anti-republican." Mr. Toughtale is however mistaken in supposing that Lord Bacon is the present Lord Chancellor of England. Lord V. Bacon, "the great inventor of human reason," as Mr. Toughtale very justly terms him, died many years ago, during the reign of Queen Elizabeth.

Two other facts (and these, we again repeat, are worth a thousand fine-spun theories) are conclusive on the subject of the literary qualifications of the Americans. Mr. Crawfoot, the present Chancellor of the Exchequer, cannot write his own name, and the Washington House of Delegates is obliged to employ a clerk to read the papers, messages, &c. for the benefit of the country members!

In New-York, Mr. Toughtale found upwards of thirty thousand English emigrants, literally starving in the streets for want of employment. He inquired minutely into the history of one of these poor wretches, who it appears had encountered, after his arrival in America, scenes of misery and horror that exceed all parallel, and baffle all description. We refer the reader to the book itself, for we have not the heart to copy out the extract.

At New-York, Mr. Toughtale had some experience of transAtlantic jurisprudence. He had detected De Gomperville, the suspicious looking Frenchman, in the very act of sharpening

*

his razors at him, and narrowly escaped assassination by discharging his pistol into the Frenchman's room. On application to a magistrate, who, like the Squire Russel mentioned by Mr. Faux, was found sitting on a bench, mending old boots,* a warrant was with some difficulty obtained against the assassin. After a farcical mock-examination of two or three minutes, Mr. Toughtale's complaint was dismissed by this American Rhadamanthus, and the complainant permitted to retire, on the payment of a heavy compromise!

We have already, (vol. xxix. p. 356.) on the authority of Mr. Faux and Mr. Chichester, mentioned that in Kentucky and Tennessee, "ten dollars would procure the life and blood of any man." Thus, if A. is desirous to get B. out of the way, he calls at any of the Rowdy-offices in Louisville or Lexington, enters into a Rowdy-book B.'s name and occupation, pays the Rowdy his ten dollars, and in a few days has the satisfaction to see in the public prints a detailed account of B.'s murder or mysterious disappearance. Some of our readers will be ready to ask with the Englishman at Fondi,† why the police don't interfere? The answer is a simple one; the officers of justice dare not do their duty, for fear of being done for by these cut-throats, who think as little of dirking a judge as a judge does of stealing a pig. (v. vol. xxix. of this journal, p. 357.) With a knowledge of these facts before them, our readers will perhaps be prepared for the following account of one of the exploits of these Tennessee assassins.

"After travelling all day over rough roads, and through a dreary, barren wilderness, which is, however, considered one of the best peopled and best cultivated parts of the country, and where every body was astonished to hear me speak English, we arrived late in the evening at Louisville, the capital of the state of Tennessee. In walking up from the stage-coach to the inn, I stumbled over something, and what was my horror at discovering a dead body weltering in blood! A little way further on, I stumbled over another, and in this way encountered six or seven, in less than the space of thirty yards. Inquiring the cause of their deaths, and the

*If the fact of the barbarous vulgarity of American jurisprudence required any confirmation, we might find it in the following extract taken literatim et verbatim from a New-York paper now before us. "During the last session of the court of this place, a gentleman who was invited to attend, found the judge sitting on a large block, in one corner of a log cabin, paring his toe nails. Soon after, the judge inquired of the sheriff why the jury were not forth-coming; to which he replied, that he had eleven men tied up stairs, and his deputies were engaged in running down the £welfth !"

Tales of a Traveller.

reason of their exposure in this manner, the landlord seemed at a loss to understand me for a few minutes, which I ascribed to my speaking pure English. After a little reflection, however, he seemed to recollect himself.

“O—ay—yes—I recollect-we had a blow out here last Sunday, and half a dozen troublesome fellows, they call justices, were done for by the brave rowdies. They won't interrupt sport again, I guess." pp. 136, 137.

It will be recollected that we have the unquestionable testimony of Mr. Chichester, to prove that it is no uncommon thing for these godless reprobates, the Rowdies, to roast their own friends to death before large log-fires, whenever they refuse to drink.* We are aware that some of our readers have entertained doubts of the accuracy of this statement; but we presume that all such dangerous and censurable scepticism will vanish at once, on the perusal of the following well authenticated fact.

66

Just at this moment there was a great uproar in an adjoining room, accompanied by cries of murder, upon which mine host hurried away to see the sport,' as he was pleased to term it. This sport, as I afterwards learned, consisted in a promising young republican, of about seventeen, attempting to gouge his father, because he had refused to call for another mint julep!!!"

The mean and fulsome flattery which the Americans have lavished on that horrid miscreant La Fayette, has already filled the breast of every Briton with unutterable disgust. The worthlessness of all this noisy foolery will be readily understood, when the damning fact is known, that Mr. Jefferson, a man whom the democrats once pretended to love and honor like a god, is, at this moment, an actor on the Philadelphia boards for bread! One single fact, like this, is a triumphant refutation of all the vulgar trash we are doomed to hear about American generosity.

Mr. Toughtale has preserved in this journal of his, an invaluable document,-the confession of a backwoodsman, taken from his own lips. The desperate effrontery with which this wretch openly avows his matchless iniquities, has rarely been surpassed. We give the whole without further comment. Ex

hoc disce omnes.

'I was born in New-Hampshire; raised in the western part of the State of New-York; married in Ohio; and am now settled, for the present, in the State of Missouri.' Jupiter! thought I, the man has travelled over half the globe in three lines. 'I have been a man of various enterprise, and miscellaneous occupation. At seventeen years, I commenced land-surveyor in the Genesee country, which was then

* See the twenty-ninth volume of this journal, page 357.

something of a wilderness, and hardly afforded me employment, so that I had sufficient leisure to visit my native town and get married. I forgot that neither my wife nor myself were worth ten dollars. However, we don't forget such things long, that's one comfort. We returned to Genessee, with one dollar in my pocket, and none in that of my wife. For some time I did not make much money; but then we had plenty of children, which, in a new country, are better than money. However, I managed to save a little every year, with the intention of buying a few hundred acres of land. But the land rose in price faster than I made money. So that by the time I had got together five hundred dollars, land was a dollar and a half an acre. This won't do for me, thought I;-but just then the people began to talk of Ohio, where land was selling at that time for two and six-pence an acre. Betsey,' said I, 'shall we go to Ohio? To the end of the world, John,' replied she; and away we scampered the next day. Here I bought a good stout farm, cut down some trees for a place for my house, girdled others for a place for my wheat, and built a log house, twenty feet long at least. People soon flocked round, so that in a little time there was some occasion for law: so they made me a justice of the peace. Not long after, it was thought but proper to introduce a little religion: so I took to reading a sermon every Sunday, at the request of my neighbors. By-and-by, it was thought prudent to embody a company of militia for protection against the Indians: so they made me a captain of militia. In a year or two, there was a town laid out and a court-house built. This introduced two new wants-that of a judge and a town treasurer-so they made me judge, and town treasurer. The establishment of a town, brought with it the want of a newspaper: so a newspaper was set up, and I volunteered as editor.

"These honors were very gratifying to be sure, but all this time my family were increasing in size and number. I had six girls and five boys, some of them six feet high. I began to be uneasy about providing for all these. I had only sixteen hundred acres of land, and that was not enough for them all. The thought struck me I could sell it for enough to buy six or eight thousand in Missouri territory. Betsey,' said I, 'will you go to Missouri? To the end of the world, John,' said the brave girl. So the next day but one we hied away to Missouri, where I bought a few thousand acres. We were almost alone at first; but in a year or two people came faster and faster, so that from a territory we became a state, and wanted members of congress. So they made me a member of congress. But the country is getting too thickly settled for me--and I think next year of moving up the river five or six hundred miles, to get out of the crowd. I am now on my way to the Federal City, where I mean to make speeches like a brave fellow. But see, we are just arrived, and I must look to my baggage." He then shook me by the hand, and gave me a hearty invitation to come and see him next summer, when I should probably find him somewhere about the mouth of the Yellow Stone."-pp. 186-188.

Enough of this. Our heart sickens at the horrid detail, and we can go no further.

The rest of this instructive volume contains further circumstantial accounts of the unprincipled immorality, indecency,

vulgarity, and irreligion of these immaculate republicans.But our readers are doubtless already satiated with the little we have given them, and, God knows, we are sincerely glad to bring this article to a close. Enough has been said, we think, to convince the most incredulous, that there is not on the face of the earth, or rather, to use the strong and apposite language of Mr. Faux, there is not, "within the precincts of the heathen pandemonium," a people so utterly and irremediably destitute of morals or religion or political security-so absolutely swallowed up in the gulf of irreparable misery-as the lost inhabitants of this terrestrial hell. We feel no pity for their sufferings. We look upon the hopeless horrors of their situation with the same holy complacency, with which (to use the language of one of their divines) the spirits of the blessed gaze upon the tortures of the damned-knowing that this they have deserved. They have voluntarily rejected the only means of political salvation, and they have none but themselves to blame for all the tremendous consequences of their guilt. They might have peaceably enjoyed the inestimable blessings of a heaven-anointed monarch, a wealthy order of nobility, a valiant standing army, a splendid church establishment, and a magnificent national debt; all sup-. ported and protected by those lasting monuments of British wisdom, elderships, tithes, and excises, poors' rates and corn-laws, bounties and prohibitory duties. These glorious institutions, the fruits of the accumulated wisdom of ages, they have sacrilegiously rejected; and impiously relying on the mean and treacherous faculty of reason, these daring blasphemers have had the matchless audacity to substitute in their stead the new-fangled theories of elective law-givers and annual assemblies-the visionary notions of unrestricted trade and proportionate taxation-and, what is worse than all, the atheistical absurdities of universal toleration, and self-supported churches.

It is utterly impossible that such a state of things can long continue without bringing down upon the heads of the offenders, Festinethe special vengeance of an exasperated Providence. tur dies illa, shall be our constant prayer; for a proud and happy day to Europe will be the day when these insolent braggarts shall feel at last the intolerable burden of their pernicious liberties, and when, amid the shouts and the jubilees of the servants of the throne and the altar, the whole fraternity of patriots shall be crushed into annihilation, beneath the fragments of their prostrate idol, the execrable Dagon of Democracy.