We had before an ambassador from the most Christian King.  We shall have then one, perhaps two, as lately, from the most Anti-Christian Republic.  His chapel will be great and splendid, formed on the model of the Temple of Reason at Paris; while the famous ode of the infamous Chenier will be sung, and a prostitute of the street adored as a goddess.  We shall then have a French ambassador without a suspicion of Popery.  One good it will have:  it will go some way in quieting the minds of that synod of zealous Protestant lay elders who govern Ireland on the pacific principles of polemic theology, and who now, from dread of the Pope, cannot take a cool bottle of claret, or enjoy an innocent Parliamentary job, with any tolerable quiet.

So far as to the French communication here:—­what will be the effect of our communication there?  We know that our new brethren, whilst they everywhere shut up the churches, increased in Paris, at one time at least fourfold, the opera-houses, the playhouses, the public shows of all kinds; and even in their state of indigence and distress, no expense was spared for their equipment and decoration.  They were made an affair of state.  There is no invention of seduction, never wholly wanting in that place, that has not been increased,—­brothels, gaming-houses, everything.  And there is no doubt, but, when they are settled in a triumphant peace, they will carry all these arts to their utmost perfection, and cover them with every species of imposing magnificence.  They have all along avowed them as a part of their policy; and whilst they corrupt young minds through pleasure, they form them to crimes.  Every idea of corporal gratification is carried to the highest excess, and wooed with all the elegance that belongs to the senses.  All elegance of mind and manners is banished.  A theatrical, bombastic, windy phraseology of heroic virtue, blended and mingled up with a worse dissoluteness, and joined to a murderous and savage ferocity, forms the tone and idiom of their language and their manners.  Any one, who attends to all their own descriptions, narratives, and dissertations, will find in that whole place more of the air of a body of assassins, banditti, housebreakers, and outlawed smugglers, joined to that of a gang of strolling players expelled from and exploded orderly theatres, with their prostitutes in a brothel, at their debauches and bacchanals, than anything of the refined and perfected virtues, or the polished, mitigated vices of a great capital.

Is it for this benefit we open “the usual relations of peace and amity”?  Is it for this our youth of both sexes are to form themselves by travel?  Is it for this that with expense and pains we form their lisping infant accents to the language of France?  I shall be told that this abominable medley is made rather to revolt young and ingenuous minds.  So it is in the description.  So perhaps it may in reality to a chosen few.  So it may be, when the