the wit of Satan, they have not his virtue; they tried once again what could be done by ſophiſtry without art, and confidence without credit. They repreſented their Sovereign as diſhonoured and their country as betrayed, or, in their fiercer paroxyſms of fury, reviled their Sovereign as betraying it.
Their pretences I have here endeavoured to expoſe, by ſhowing that more than has been yielded was not to be expected, that more perhaps was not to be deſired, and that if all had been refuſed, there had ſcarcely been an adequate reaſon for a war.
There was perhaps never much danger of war or of refuſal, but what danger there was, proceeded from the faction. Foreign nations, unacquainted with the inſolence of Common Councils, and unaccuſtomed to the howl of Plebeian patriotiſm, when they heard of rabbles and riots, of petitions and
