Need it be said that neglects—­injuries—­and insults—­like these which we have been contemplating, come from what quarter they may, let them be exhibited towards whom they will, must produce not merely mistrust and jealousy, but alienation and hatred.  The passions and feelings may be quieted or diverted for a short time; but, though out of sight or seemingly asleep, they must exist; and the life which they have received cannot, but by a long course of justice and kindness, be overcome and destroyed.  But why talk of a long course of justice and kindness, when the immediate result must have been so deplorable?  Relying upon our humanity, our fellow-feeling, and our justice, upon these instant and urgent claims, sanctioned by the more mild one of ancient alliance, the Portugueze People by voices from every part of their land entreated our succour; the arrival of a British Army upon their coasts was joyfully hailed; and the people of the country zealously assisted in landing the troops; without which help, as a British General has informed us, that landing could not have been effected.  And it is in this manner that they are repaid!  Scarcely have we set foot upon their country before we sting them into self-reproaches, and act in every thing as if it were our wish to make them ashamed of their generous confidence as of a foolish simplicity—­proclaiming to them that they have escaped from one thraldom only to fall into another.  If the French had any traitorous partizans in Portugal, (and we have seen that such there were; and that nothing was left undone on our part, which could be done, to keep them there, and to strengthen them) what answer could have been given to one of these, if (with this treaty in his hand) he had said, ’The French have dealt hardly with us, I allow; but we have gained nothing:  the change is not for the better, but for the worse:  for the appetite of their tyranny was palled; but this, being new to its food, is keen and vigorous.  If you have only a choice between two masters, (such an advocate might have argued) chose always the stronger:  for he, after his evil passions have had their first harvest, confident in his strength, will not torment you wantonly in order to prove it.  Besides, the property which he has in you he can maintain; and there will be no risk of your being torn in pieces—­the unsettled prey of two rival claimants.  You will thus have the advantage of a fixed and assured object of your hatred:  and your fear, being stripped of doubt, will lose its motion and its edge:  both passions will relax and grow mild; and, though they may not turn into reconcilement and love, though you may not be independent nor be free, yet you will at least exist in tranquillity,—­and possess, if not the activity of hope, the security of despair.’  No effectual answer, I say, could have been given to a man pleading thus in such circumstances.  So much for the choice of evils.  But, for the hope of good!—­what is to become of the efforts and high resolutions of the Portugueze and Spanish Nations, manifested by their own hand in the manner which we have seen?  They may live indeed and prosper; but not by us, but in despite of us.