in this very paper with proposals to form a society--the lady of George
Washington at their head--for clothing the continental troops. They will
strip off their stiff petticoats to cover the ragged rascals, and then
enlist in the ranks themselves.

What have we here? Burgoyne's proclamation turned into Hudibrastic
rhyme! And here, some verses against the king, in which the scribbler
leaves a blank for the name of George, as if his doggerel might yet exalt
him to the pillory. Such, after years of rebellion, is the heart's
unconquerable reverence for the Lord's anointed! In the next column, we
have scripture parodied in a squib against his sacred Majesty. What
would our Puritan great-grandsires have said to that? They never laughed
at God's word, though they cut off a king's head.

Yes; it was for us to prove how disloyalty goes hand in hand with
irreligion, and all other vices come trooping in the train. Nowadays men
commit robbery and sacrilege for the mere luxury of wickedness, as this
advertisement testifies. Three hundred pounds reward for the detection
of the villains who stole and destroyed the cushions and pulpit drapery
of the Brattle Street and Old South churches. Was it a crime? I can
scarcely think our temples hallowed, since the king ceased to be prayed
for. But it is not temples only that they rob. Here a man offers a
thousand dollars--a thousand dollars, in Continental rags!--for the
recovery of his stolen cloak, and other articles of clothing. Horse-
thieves are innumerable. Now is the day when every beggar gets on
horseback. And is not the whole land like a beggar on horseback riding
post to the Davil? Ha! here is a murder, too. A woman slain at
midnight, by all unknown ruffian, and found cold, stiff, and bloody, in
her violated bed! Let the hue-and-cry follow hard after the man in the
uniform of blue and buff who last went by that way. My life on it, he is