concerned, will not remain, under the despotism of Regicide, and
with the better part of Europe in her hands, so much an object of
jealousy and alarm as she was under the reign of a monarch. When I hear
the master and reason on one side, and the servant and his single and
unsupported assertion on the other, my part is taken.

This is what the Octobrist says of the political interests of England,
which it looks as if he completely disconnected with those of all other
nations. But not quite so: he just allows it possible (with an "at
least") that the other powers may not find it quite their interest that
their territories should be conquered and their subjects tyrannized over
by the Regicides. No fewer than ten sovereign princes had, some the
whole, all a very considerable part of their dominions under the yoke of
that dreadful faction. Amongst these was to be reckoned the first
republic in the world, and the closest ally of this kingdom, which,
under the insulting name of an independency, is under her iron yoke,
and, as long as a faction averse to the old government is suffered there
to domineer, cannot be otherwise. I say nothing of the Austrian
Netherlands, countries of a vast extent, and amongst the most fertile
and populous of Europe, and, with regard to us, most critically
situated. The rest will readily occur to you.

But if there are yet existing any people, like me, old-fashioned enough
to consider that we have an important part of our very existence beyond
our limits, and who therefore stretch their thoughts beyond the
_pomoerium_ of England, for them, too, he has a comfort which will
remove all their jealousies and alarms about the extent of the empire of
Regicide. "_These conquests eventually will be the cause of her
destruction_." So that they who hate the cause of usurpation, and dread
the power of France under any form, are to wish her to be a conqueror,
in order to accelerate her ruin. A little more conquest would be still
better. Will he tell us what dose of dominion is to be the _quantum
sufficit_ for her destruction?--for she seems very voracious of the food
of her distemper. To be sure, she is ready to perish with repletion; she
has a _boulimia_, and hardly has bolted down one state than she calls
for two or three more. There is a good deal of wit in all this; but it
seems to me (with all respect to the author) to be carrying the joke a
great deal too far. I cannot yet think that the armies of the Alli