cheated into slavery and pauperism and perpetuated in ignorance by its parallel. I have now only to say, that no clamour that you can raise, and that no persecution that men or women in power can promote, shall put a stop to the exposure, the just, the righteous, the meritorious exposure of these abominations, which are current under the name of religion. But I will reason calmly with any man or women, who will so reason with me, and follow whatever any man, woman or child can shew to me to be calculated to improve the public morals. RICHARD CARLILE. COPY OF A LETTER SENT TO THE KING, WINDSOR CASTLE. SIR, Dorchester Gaol, Oct. 24, 1825. I HAVE Completed my task, in the exposure of Free Masonry, and nothing now remains to be done, but the dedication of the volume to you its Grand Patron. If you are not heartily ashamed of the connection, I must say, that, as an Englishman, I am heartily ashamed of a Chief Magistrate that can patronize such a social abomination. Being hastened by very weighty matters to the state and to self, I must beg pardon for brevity, if that be an offence, or a new blasphemy, and remain, in the seventh year of an imprisonment for an old blasphemy, an almost worn out blasphemy, Sir, your prisoner, RICHARD CARLILE. COPY OF A LETTER SENT TO THE KING, WINDSOR CASTLE. SIR, ness. Dorchester Gaol, Nov. 2, 1825, seventh year of an imprisonment for an attempt to improve the public morals on matters of religion. A Jew of the name of Moses Elias Levi, of 178 Sloane Street Chelsea, has had the religious audacity to break your majesty's peace in breaking my window; because I have published a holy scripture design of his God, and of your majesty's God, of the God, established by law, a copy of which I enclose for your majesty's examination as to its correctIf these Jews are allowed to get into a fighting condition, I counsel your majesty, that you will have the same trouble with them as several of the Roman emperors had. A man who breaks the peace or outrages public morals in the name of his God can never be made to see that he has done wrong. But let the Jews beware; for there are as yet some very pretty unrepealed English laws to curb them with, enacted by the wisdom of our ancestors; no, not by your majesty's ancestors, but by mine. I will ask your majesty to pardon this Jew, as it was his first known offence, and as the City Alderman had just enough of sense and honesty to make him pay for the window and two Gods; but by the great Adonai, if another Jew breaks another window, destroys another God, and in so doing, your Majesty's peace, I will declare hostilities, with my ally, Mr. Cobbett, against the whole race. I have hitherto been very tolerant towards the Jews; because they were not christians; having merely deprived the vagabonds of their holy land, or barren land of promise, before the Babylonian Colonization. I think they came out of Africa, where Captain Clapperton has lately been; and that the Babylonian Princes gave Jerusalem to a few captives as a colony and as a burlesque upon their claim to and prospect of a land of promise that floweth with milk and ho ney. I hope I shall not break your majesty's peace and a blood vessel, by making your majesty laugh after dinner over this letter and its companion the God! Assuring your majesty, that I have no idol but your majesty, and that I will never corrupt your majesty with flattery or prayer, I remain, Your majesty's prisoner, RICHARD CARLILE. Printed and Published by R. CARLILE, 135, Fleet Street.-All Correspor dences for "The Republican" to be left at the place of publication. No. 20, VOL. 12.] LONDON, Friday, Nov. 18., 1825. [PRICE 6d. AN ORATION, DELIVERED ON MONDAY, FOURTH OF JULY, 1825, In Commemoration of American Independence, before the Supreme Executive of the Commonwealth, and the City Council and Inhabitants of the City of Boston. By Charles Sprague. Printed by Order of the City Council. Boston: True and Greene — City Printers. 1825. ORATION. WHY, on this day, lingers along these sacred walls, the spiritkindling anthem? Why, on this day, waits the herald of God at the altar, to utter forth his holy prayer? Why, on this day, congregate here the wise, and the good, and the beautiful of the land? Fathers! Friends! it is the SABBATH DAY OF FREEDOM! The race of the ransomed, with grateful hearts and exulting' voices, have again come up, in the sunlight of peace, to the Jubilee of their Independence! The story of our country's sufferings, our country's triumphs, though often and eloquently told, is still a story that cannot tire, and must not be forgotten. You will listen to its recital, however unadorned; and I shall not fear, therefore, even from the place where your chosen ones have so long stood, to delight and enlighten, I shall not fear to address you. Though I tell you no new thing, I speak of that, which can never fall coldly on your ears. You will listen, for you are the sons and daughters of the heroic men, who lighted the beacon of "rebellion," and unfurled, by its blaze, the triumphant banner of liberty; your own blood will speak for me. A feeble few of that intrepid band are now among you, yet spared by the grave for your veneration; they will speak for me. Their sinking forms, their bleached locks, their honourable scars; --these will, indeed, speak for me. Undaunted men! how must. their dim eyes brighten, and their old hearts grow young with rapture, as they look round on the happiness of their own crea Printed and Published by R. Carlile, 135, Fleet Street. tion. Long may they remain, onr glad and grateful gaze, to teach us all, that we may treasure all, of the hour of doubt and danger; and when their God shall summon them to a glorious rest, may they bear to their departed comrades the confirmation of their country's renown. and their children's felicity. We meet to indulge in pleasing reminiscences. One happy household, we have come round the table of memory, to banquet on the good deeds of others, and to grow good ourselves, by that on which we feed. Our hope for remembrance, our desire to remember friends and benefactors, are among the warmest and purest sentiments of our nature. To the former we cling stronger, as life itself grows weaker. We know that we shall forget, but the thought of being forgotton, is the death-knell to the spirit. Though our bodies moulder, we would have our memories live. When we are gone, we shall not hear the murmuring voice of affection, the grateful tribute of praise; still, we love to believe that voice will be raised, and that tribute paid. Few so humble, that they sink below, none so exalted, that they rise above, this common feeling of humanity. The shipwrecked sailor, thrown on a shore where human eye never lightened, before he scoops in the burning sand his last, sad resting-place, scratches on a fragment of his shattered bark the record of his fate, in the melancholy hope that it may some day be repeated to the dear ones, who have long looked out in vain for his coming. The laurelled warrior, whose foot has trodden on crowns, whose hand has divided empires, when he sinks on victory's red field, and life flies hunted from each quivering vein, turns his last mortal thought on that life to come, his country's brightest page. The remembrance we so ardently desire, we render unto others. To those who are dear, we pay our dearest tribute. It is exhibited in the most simple, in the most sublime forms. We behold it in the child, digging a little grave for its dead favourite, and marking the spot with a willow twig and a tear. We behold it in the congregated nation, setting up on high its monumental pile to the mighty. We beheld it, lately, on that green plain, dyed with freedom's first blood; on that proud hill, ennobled as freedom's first fortress; when the tongues of the Eloquent, touched with creative fire, seemed to bid the dust beneath them live, and the long-buried come forth, We behold it now, here, in this consecrated temple, where we have assembled to pay our annual debt of gratitude, to talk of the bold deeds of our ancestors, from the day of peril, when they wrestled with the savage for his birthright; to the day of glory, when they proclaimed a new charter to man, and gave a new nation to the world. ROLL back the tide of time: how powerfully to us applies the promise: "I will give thee the heathen for an inheritance." Not many generations ago, where you now sit, circled with all that |