delivered therefrom. The soul of any man of sentiment would rise in
brave rebellion against them, and spurn them from the earth.

The malignant and venomous tempered General Vaughan has amused his
savage fancy in burning the whole town of Kingston, in York
government, and the late governor of that state, Mr. Tryon, in his
letter to General Parsons, has endeavored to justify it and declared
his wish to burn the houses of every committeeman in the country.
Such a confession from one who was once intrusted with the powers of
civil government, is a reproach to the character. But it is the wish
and the declaration of a man whom anguish and disappointment have
driven to despair, and who is daily decaying into the grave with
constitutional rottenness.

There is not in the compass of language a sufficiency of words to
express the baseness of your king, his ministry and his army. They
have refined upon villany till it wants a name. To the fiercer vices
of former ages they have added the dregs and scummings of the most
finished rascality, and are so completely sunk in serpentine deceit,
that there is not left among them one generous enemy.

From such men and such masters, may the gracious hand of Heaven
preserve America! And though the sufferings she now endures are
heavy, and severe, they are like straws in the wind compared to the
weight of evils she would feel under the government of your king, and
his pensioned Parliament.

There is something in meanness which excites a species of resentment
that never subsides, and something in cruelty which stirs up the
heart to the highest agony of human hatred; Britain has filled up