For five and thirty
years we have walked together through a land of tribulations. Yet these
have passed away, and so I trust will those of the present day. The
toryism with which we struggled in '77, differed but in name from the
federalism of '99, with which we struggled also; and the Anglicism, of
1808, against which we are now struggling, is but the same thing still,
in another form. It is a longing for a King, and an English King, rather
than any other. This is the true source of their sorrows and wailings.

The fear that Bonaparte will come over to us and conquer us also, is
too chimerical to be genuine. Supposing him to have finished Spain and
Portugal, he has yet England and Russia to subdue. The maxim of war was
never sounder than in this case, not to leave an enemy in the rear;
and especially where an insurrectionary flame is known to be under the
embers, merely smothered, and ready to burst at every point. These two
subdued (and surely the Anglomen will not think the conquest of England
alone a short work), ancient Greece and Macedonia, the cradle of
Alexander, his prototype, and Constantinople, the seat of empire for the
world, would glitter more in his eye than our bleak mountains and rugged
forests. Egypt, too, and the golden apples of Mauritania, have for more
than half a century fixed the longing eyes of France; and with Syria,
you know, he has an old affront to wipe out. Then come 'Pontus and
Galatia, Cappadocia, Asia, and Bithynia,' the fine countries on the
Euphrates and Tigris, the Oxus and Indus, and all beyond the Hyphasis,
which bounded the glories of his Macedonian rival; with the invitations
of his new British subjects on the banks of the Ganges, whom, after
receiving under his protection the mother country, he cannot refuse to
visit. When all this is done and settled, and nothing of the old world
remains unsubdued, he may turn to the new one. But will he attack us
first, from whom he will get but hard knocks, and no money? Or will
he first lay hold of the gold and silver of Mexico and Peru, and
the diamonds of Brazil? A republican Emperor, from his affection to
republics, independent of motives of expediency, must grant to ours the
Cyclops' boon of being the last devoured. While all this is doing, we
are to suppose the chapter of accidents read out, and that nothing can
happen to cut short or disturb his enterprises.

But the Anglomen, it seems, have found out a much safer dependence, than
all