So much for the first manifesto of the Regicide Court which went along with the passport.  Lest this declaration should seem the effect of haste, or a mere sudden effusion of pride and insolence, on full deliberation, about a week after comes out a second.  This manifesto is dated the 5th of October, one day before the speech from the throne, on the vigil of the festive day of cordial unanimity so happily celebrated by all parties in the British Parliament.  In this piece the Regicides, our worthy friends, (I call them by advance and by courtesy what by law I shall be obliged to call them hereafter,) our worthy friends, I say, renew and enforce the former declaration concerning our faith and sincerity, which they pinned to our passport.  On three other points, which run through all their declarations, they are more explicit than ever.

First, they more directly undertake to be the real representatives of the people of this kingdom:  and on a supposition, in which they agree with our Parliamentary reformers, that the House of Commons is not that representative, the function being vacant, they, as our true constitutional organ, inform his Majesty and the world of the sense of the nation.  They tell us that “the English people see with regret his Majesty’s government squandering away the funds which had been granted to him.”  This astonishing assumption of the public voice of England is but a slight foretaste of the usurpation which, on a peace, we may be assured they will make of all the powers in all the parts of our vassal Constitution.  “If they do these things in the green tree, what shall be done in the dry?”

Next they tell us, as a condition to our treaty, that “this government must abjure the unjust hatred it bears to them, and at last open its ears to the voice of humanity.”  Truly, this is, even from them, an extraordinary demand.  Hitherto, it seems, we have put wax into our ears, to shut them up against the tender, soothing strains, in the affettuoso of humanity, warbled from the throats of Reubell, Carnot, Tallien, and the whole chorus of confiscators, domiciliary visitors, committee-men of research, jurors and presidents of revolutionary tribunals, regicides, assassins, massacrers, and Septembrisers.  It is not difficult to discern what sort of humanity our government is to learn from these Siren singers.  Our government also; I admit, with some reason, as a step towards the proposed fraternity, is required to abjure the unjust hatred which it bears to this body of honor and virtue.  I thank God I am neither a minister nor a leader of opposition.  I protest I cannot do what they desire.  I could not do it, if I were under the guillotine,—­or, as they ingeniously and pleasantly express it, “looking out of the little national window.”  Even at that opening I could receive none of their light.  I am fortified against all such affections by the declaration of the government, which I must yet consider as lawful,