cats, surgeons wanting ships, valets wanting masters and ladies wanting husbands.  If ever he printed any political news, he transcribed it from the Gazette.  The Gazette was so partial and so meagre a chronicle of events that, though it had no competitors, it had but a small circulation.  Only eight thousand copies were printed, much less than one to each parish in the kingdom.  In truth a person who had studied the history of his own time only in the Gazette would have been ignorant of many events of the highest importance.  He would, for example, have known nothing about the Court Martial on Torrington, the Lancashire Trials, the burning of the Bishop of Salisbury’s Pastoral Letter or the impeachment of the Duke of Leeds.  But the deficiencies of the Gazette were to a certain extent supplied in London by the coffeehouses, and in the country by the newsletters.

On the third of May 1695 the law which had subjected the press to a censorship expired.  Within a fortnight, a stanch old Whig, named Harris, who had, in the days of the Exclusion Bill, attempted to set up a newspaper entitled Intelligence Domestic and Foreign, and who had been speedily forced to relinquish that design, announced that the Intelligence Domestic and Foreign, suppressed fourteen years before by tyranny, would again appear.  Ten days after the first number of the Intelligence Domestic and Foreign was printed the first number of the English Courant.  Then came the Packet Boat from Holland and Flanders, the Pegasus, the London Newsletter, the London Post, the Flying Post, the Old Postmaster, the Postboy and the Postman.  The history of the newspapers of England from that time to the present day is a most interesting and instructive part of the history of the country.  At first they were small and meanlooking.  Even the Postboy and the Postman, which seem to have been the best conducted and the most prosperous, were wretchedly printed on scraps of dingy paper such as would not now be thought good enough for street ballads.  Only two numbers came out in a week, and a number contained little more matter than may be found in a single column of a daily paper of our time.  What is now called a leading article seldom appeared, except when there was a scarcity of intelligence, when the Dutch mails were detained by the west wind, when the Rapparees were quiet in the Bog of Allen, when no stage coach had been stopped by highwaymen, when no nonjuring congregation had been dispersed by constables, when no ambassador had made his entry with a long train of coaches and six, when no lord or poet had been buried in the Abbey, and when consequently it was difficult to fill up four scanty pages.  Yet the leading articles, though inserted, as it should seem, only in the absence of more attractive matter, are by no means contemptibly written.