The ill humour which the public calamities naturally produced was inflamed by every factious artifice.  Never had the Jacobite pamphleteers been so savagely scurrilous as during this unfortunate summer.  The police was consequently more active than ever in seeking for the dens from which so much treason proceeded.  With great difficulty and after long search the most important of all the unlicensed presses was discovered.  This press belonged to a Jacobite named William Anderton, whose intrepidity and fanaticism marked him out as fit to be employed on services from which prudent men and scrupulous men shrink.  During two years he had been watched by the agents of the government; but where he exercised his craft was an impenetrable mystery.  At length he was tracked to a house near Saint James’s Street, where he was known by a feigned name, and where he passed for a working jeweller.  A messenger of the press went thither with several assistants, and found Anderton’s wife and mother posted as sentinels at the door.  The women knew the messenger, rushed on him, tore his hair, and cried out “Thieves” and “Murder.”  The alarm was thus given to Anderton.  He concealed the instruments of his calling, came forth with an assured air, and bade defiance to the messenger, the Censor, the Secretary, and Little Hooknose himself.  After a struggle he was secured.  His room was searched; and at first sight no evidence of his guilt appeared.  But behind the bed was soon found a door which opened into a dark closet.  The closet contained a press, types and heaps of newly printed papers.  One of these papers, entitled Remarks on the Present Confederacy and the Late Revolution, is perhaps the most frantic of all the Jacobite libels.  In this tract the Prince of Orange is gravely accused of having ordered fifty of his wounded English soldiers to be burned alive.  The governing principle of his whole conduct, it is said, is not vainglory, or ambition, or avarice, but a deadly hatred of Englishmen and a desire to make them miserable.  The nation is vehemently adjured, on peril of incurring the severest judgments, to rise up and free itself from this plague, this curse, this tyrant, whose depravity makes it difficult to believe that he can have been procreated by a human pair.  Many copies were also found of another paper, somewhat less ferocious but perhaps more dangerous, entitled A French Conquest neither desirable nor practicable.  In this tract also the people are exhorted to rise in insurrection.  They are assured that a great part of the army is with them.  The forces of the Prince of Orange will melt away; he will be glad to make his escape; and a charitable hope is sneeringly expressed that it may not be necessary to do him any harm beyond sending him back to Loo, where he may live surrounded by luxuries for which the English have paid dear.