[94] The English are, I conceive, misrepresented in a letter published in one of the papers, by a gentleman thought to be a Dissenting minister.  When writing to Dr. Price of the spirit which prevails at Paris, he says,—­“The spirit of the people in this place has abolished all the proud distinctions which the king and nobles had usurped in their minds:  whether they talk of the king, the noble, or the priest, their whole language is that of the most enlightened and liberal amongst the English.”  If this gentleman means to confine the terms enlightened and liberal to one set of men in England, it may be true.  It is not generally so.

[95] Sit igitur hoc ab initio persuasum civibus, dominos esse omnium rerum ac moderatores deos; eaque, quae gerantur, eorum geri vi, ditione, ac numine; eosdemque optime de genere hominum mereri; et qualis quisque sit, quid agat, quid in se admittat, qua mente, qua pietate colat religiones intueri:  piorum et impiorum habere rationem.  His enim rebus imbutae mentes haud sane abhorrebunt ab utili et a vera sententia.—­Cic. de Legibus, l. 2.

[96] Quicquid multis peccatur inultum.

[97] This (down to the end of the first sentence in the next paragraph) and some other parts, here and there, were inserted, on his reading the manuscript, by my lost son.

[98] I do not choose to shock the feeling of the moral reader with any quotation of their vulgar, base, and profane language.

[99] Their connection with Turgot and almost all the people of the finance.

[100] All have been confiscated in their turn.

[101] Not his brother, nor any near relation; but this mistake does not affect the argument.

[102] The rest of the passage is this:—­

    “Who, having spent the treasures of his crown,
    Condemns their luxury to feed his own. 
    And yet this act, to varnish o’er the shame
    Of sacrilege, must bear Devotion’s name. 
    No crime so bold, but would be understood
    A Real, or at least a seeming good. 
    Who fears not to do ill, yet fears the name,
    And free from conscience, is a slave to fame. 
    Thus he the Church at once protects and spoils: 
    But princes’ swords are sharper than their styles. 
    And thus to th’ ages past he makes amends,
    Their charity destroys, their faith defends. 
    Then did Religion in a lazy cell,
    In empty, airy contemplations, dwell;
    And like the block, unmoved lay:  but ours,
    As much too active, like the stork devours. 
    Is there no temperate region can be known
    Betwixt their frigid and our torrid zone? 
    Could we not wake from that lethargic dream,
    But to be restless in a worse extreme? 
    And for that lethargy was there no care,
    But to be cast into a calenture? 
    Can knowledge have no bound, but must advance