of them to nothing else but to the swine we
read of running headlong down the hill, Paramount their devil, Mocklaw
the evil spirit, and Brazen their driver.

COLONEL. And thus they'll drive liberty from out the land; but when a
brave people, like the Americans, from their infancy us'd to liberty
(not as a gift, but who inherit it as a birth-right, but not as a mess
of pottage, to be bought by, or sold to, ev'ry hungry glutton of a
minister) find attempts made to reduce them to slavery, they generally
take some desperate successful measure for their deliverance. I should
not be at all surpris'd to hear of independency proclaim'd throughout
their land, of Britain's armies beat, their fleets burnt, sunk, or
otherwise destroy'd. The same principle which Mr. Brazen speaks of, that
inspires British soldiers to fight, namely the ferment of youthful
blood, the high spirit of the people, a love of glory, and a sense of
national honour, will inspire the Americans to withstand them; to which
I may add, liberty and property.--But what is national honour? Why,
national pride.--What is national glory? Why, national nonsense, when
put in competition with liberty and property.

LORD PATRIOT. Of Britain I fear liberty has taken its farewell, the
aspiring wings of tyranny hath long hovered over, and the over-shadowing
influence of bribery hath eclips'd its rays and dark'ned its lustre; the
huge Paramount, that temporal deity, that golden calf, finds servile
wretches enough so base as to bow down, worship and adore his gilded
horns;--let 'em e'en if they will:--But as for me, tho' I should stand
alone, I would spurn the brute, were he forty-five[8] times greater than
he is; I'll administer, ere long, such an emetic to him, as shall make
the monster disgorge the forty millions yet unaccounted for, and never
shall it be said, that Patriot ever feared or truckled to him, or kept a
silent tongue when it should speak.

BOLD IRISHMAN. There I'll shake hands with you, and my tongue shall echo
in their ears, make their arched ceiling speak, the treasury bench
crack, and the great chair of their great speaker tremble, and never
will I cease lashing them, while lashing is good, or hope remains; and
when the voice of poor liberty can no longer be heard in Britain or
Hibernia, let's give Caledonia a kick with our heels, and away with the
goddess to the American shore, crown her, and defy the grim king of
tyranny, at his peril, to set his foot ther