“With respect to politics they appear gloomy on both sides....  You may depend on it.  England has injured us sorely and our Non-Intercourse is a just retaliation for those wrongs.  Perhaps you will believe what is said in some of the Federal papers that that measure has no effect on this country.  You may be assured the effects are great and severe; I am myself an eye-witness of the effects.  The country is in a state of rebellion from literal starvation.  Accounts are daily received which grow more and more alarming from the great manufacturing towns.  Troops are in motion all over the country, and but last week measures were adopted by Parliament to prevent this metropolis from rising to rebellion, by ordering troops to be stationed round the city to be ready at a moment’s warning.  This I call an alarming period.  Everybody thinks so and Mr. Perceval himself is frightened, and a committee is appointed to take into consideration the Orders in Council.  Now, when you consider that I came to this country prejudiced against our government and its measures, and that I can have no bad motive in telling you these facts, you will not think hard of me when I say that I hope that our Non-Intercourse Law will be enforced with all its rigor, as I firmly believe it is the only way to bring this country to terms, and that, if persisted in, it will certainly bring them to terms.  I know it must make some misery at home, but it will be followed by a corresponding happiness after it.  Some of you at home, I suppose, will call me a Democrat, but facts are stubborn things, and I can’t deny the truth of what I see every day before my eyes.  A man to judge properly of his country must, like judging of a picture, view it at a distance.”

“May 12, 1812. I write in great haste to inform you of a dreadful event which happened here last evening, and rumors of which will probably reach you before this.  Not to keep you in suspense it is no less than the assassination of Mr. Perceval, the Prime Minister of Great Britain.  As he was entering the House of Commons last evening a little past five o’clock, he was shot directly through the heart by a man from behind the door.  He staggered forward and fell, and expired in about ten minutes....

“I have just returned from the House of Commons; there was an immense crowd assembled and very riotous.  In the hall was written in large letters, ‘Peace or the Head of the Regent.’  This country is in a very alarming state and there is no doubt but great quantities of blood will be spilled before it is restored to order.  Even while I am writing a party of Life Guards is patrolling the streets.  London must soon be the scene of dreadful events.