a penny. Ings was an uneducated man,
of very low stature, but amazing strength and resolution; he was a kind
husband and father, and though a humble butcher, the name he bore was one
of the royal names of the heathen Anglo-Saxons. These two men, along
with five others, were executed, and their heads hacked off, for levying
war against George the Fourth; the whole seven dying in a manner which
extorted cheers from the populace; the most of them uttering
philosophical or patriotic sayings. Thistlewood, who was, perhaps, the
most calm and collected of all, just before he was turned off, said: 'We
are now going to discover the great secret.' Ings, the moment before he
was choked, was singing 'Scots wha ha' wi' Wallace bled.' Now, there was
no humbug about those men, nor about many more of the same time and of
the same principles. They might be deluded about Republicanism, as
Algernon Sidney was, and as Brutus was, but they were as honest and brave
as either Brutus or Sidney, and as willing to die for their principles.
But the Radicals who succeeded them were beings of a very different
description; they jobbed and traded in Republicanism, and either parted
with it, or at the present day are eager to part with it for a
consideration. In order to get the Whigs into power, and themselves
places, they brought the country by their inflammatory language to the
verge of a revolution, and were the cause that many perished on the
scaffold; by their incendiary harangues and newspaper articles they
caused the Bristol conflagration, for which six poor creatures were
executed; they encouraged the mob to pillage, pull down and burn, and
then rushing into garrets looked on. Thistlewood tells the mob the Tower
is a second Bastile; let it be pulled down. A mob tries to pull down the
Tower; but Thistlewood is at the head of that mob; he is not peeping from
a garret on Tower Hill like Gulliver at Lisbon. Thistlewood and Ings say
to twenty ragged individuals, Liverpool and Castlereagh are two
satellites of despotism; it would be highly desirable to put them out of
the way. And a certain number of ragged individuals are surprised in a
stable in Cato Street, making preparations to put Castlereagh and
Liverpool out of the way, and are fired upon with muskets by Grenadiers,
and are hacked at with cutlasses by Bow Street runners; but the twain who
encouraged those ragged individuals to meet in Cato Street are not far
off, they are not on t