"What's in the name of lord, that I should fear
To bring my grievance to the public ear?"
CHURCHILL.

UNIVERSAL empire is the prerogative of a writer. His concerns are
with all mankind, and though he cannot command their obedience, he
can assign them their duty. The Republic of Letters is more ancient
than monarchy, and of far higher character in the world than the
vassal court of Britain; he that rebels against reason is a real
rebel, but he that in defence of reason rebels against tyranny has a
better title to "Defender of the Faith," than George the Third.

As a military man your lordship may hold out the sword of war, and
call it the "ultima ratio regum": the last reason of kings; we in
return can show you the sword of justice, and call it "the best
scourge of tyrants." The first of these two may threaten, or even
frighten for a while, and cast a sickly languor over an insulted
people, but reason will soon recover the debauch, and restore them
again to tranquil fortitude. Your lordship, I find, has now commenced
author, and published a proclamation; I have published a Crisis. As
they stand, they are the antipodes of each other; both cannot rise at
once, and one of them must descend; and so quick is the revolution of
things, that your lordship's performance, I see, has already fallen
many degrees from its first place, and is now just visible on the
edge of the political horizon.

It is surprising to what a pitch of infatuation, blind folly and
obstinacy will carry mankind, and your lordship's drowsy proclamation
is a proof that it does not even quit them in their sleep. Perhaps