were among the chief claims to public confidence of Mr Fox.

Hard necessity made Mr Burke submit to the yoke, but the
humiliation could never be forgotten. Nemesis favours genius:
the inevitable hour at length arrived. A voice like the
Apocalypse sounded over England and even echoed in all the
courts of Europe. Burke poured forth the vials of his hoarded
vengeance into the agitated heart of Christendom; he
stimulated the panic of a world by the wild pictures of his
inspired imagination; he dashed to the ground the rival who
had robbed him of his hard-earned greatness; rended in twain
the proud oligarchy that had dared to use and to insult him;
and followed with servility by the haughtiest and the most
timid of its members, amid the frantic exultation of his
country, he placed his heel upon the neck of the ancient
serpent.

Among the whig followers of Mr Burke in this memorable
defection, among the Devonshires and the Portlands, the
Spencers and the Fitzwi]liams, was the Earl of Marney, whom
the whigs would not make a duke.

What was his chance of success from Mr Pitt?

If the history of England be ever written by one who has the
knowledge and the courage, and both qualities are equally
requisite for the undertaking, the world would be more
astonished than when reading the Roman annals by Niebuhr.
Generally speaking, all the great events have been distorted,
most of the important causes concealed, some of the principal