been tender in raising the cry against these men, and used numberless
arguments to show them their danger, but it will not do to sacrifice
a world either to their folly or their baseness. The period is now
arrived, in which either they or we must change our sentiments, or
one or both must fall. And what is a Tory? Good God! what is he? I
should not be afraid to go with a hundred Whigs against a thousand
Tories, were they to attempt to get into arms. Every Tory is a
coward; for servile, slavish, self-interested fear is the foundation
of Toryism; and a man under such influence, though he may be cruel,
never can be brave.

But, before the line of irrecoverable separation be drawn between us,
let us reason the matter together: Your conduct is an invitation to
the enemy, yet not one in a thousand of you has heart enough to join
him. Howe is as much deceived by you as the American cause is injured
by you. He expects you will all take up arms, and flock to his
standard, with muskets on your shoulders. Your opinions are of no use
to him, unless you support him personally, for 'tis soldiers, and not
Tories, that he wants.

I once felt all that kind of anger, which a man ought to feel,
against the mean principles that are held by the Tories: a noted one,
who kept a tavern at Amboy, was standing at his door, with as pretty
a child in his hand, about eight or nine years old, as I ever saw,
and after speaking his mind as freely as he thought was prudent,
finished with this unfatherly expression, "Well! give me peace in my
day." Not a man lives on the continent but fully believes that a
separation must some time or other finally take place, and a generous
parent should have said, "If there must be trouble, let it be in my
day, that my child may have peace;" and this single reflection, well