FROM THURSDAY JUNE 7, TO THURSDAY JUNE 14, 1711.[2]

_Melius non tangere clamo_.[3]

When a general has conquered an army, and reduced a country to obedience,

he often finds it necessary to send out small bodies, in order to take in

petty castles and forts, and beat little straggling parties, which are

otherwise, apt to make head and infest the neighbourhood: This case

exactly resembles mine; I count the main body of the Whigs entirely

subdued; at least, till they appear with new reinforcements, I shall

reckon them as such; and therefore do now find myself at leisure to

_Examine_ inferior abuses. The business I have left, is, to fall on those

wretches that will be still keeping the war on foot, when they have no

country to defend, no forces to bring into the field, nor any thing

remaining, but their bare good-will towards faction and mischief: I mean,

the present set of writers, whom I have suffered, without molestation, so

long to infest the town. Were there not a concurrence from prejudice,

party, weak understanding, and misrepresentation, I should think them too

inconsiderable in themselves to deserve correction: But as my endeavour

hath been to expose the gross impositions of the fallen party, I will

give a taste, in the following petition, of the sincerity of these their

factors, to shew how little those writers for the Whigs were guided by

conscience or honour, their business being only to gratify a prevailing

interest.

"_To the Right Honourable the present M[inist]ry, the humble Petition of

the Party Writers to the late M[inist]ry._

"HUMBLY SHEWETH,

"_That your petitioners have served their time to the trade of writing

pamphlets and weekly papers, in defence of the Whigs, against the Church

of England, and the Christian religion, and her Majesty's prerogative,

and her title to the crown: That since the late change of ministry, and

meeting of this Parliament, the said trade is mightily fallen off, and

the call for the said pamphlets and papers, much less than formerly; and

it is feared, to our further prejudice, that the 'Examiner' may

discontinue writing, whereby some of your petitioners will be brought to

utter distress, forasmuch as through false quotations, noted absurdities,

and other legal abuses, many of your petitioners, to their great comfort

and support, were enabled to pick up a weekly subsistence out of the said

'Examiner.'

"That your said poor petitioners, did humbly offer your Honours to write

in defence of the late change of ministry and Parliament, much cheaper

than they did for your predecessors, which your Honours were pleased to

refuse.

"Notwithstanding which offer, your petitioners are under daily

apprehension, that your Honours will forbid them to follow the said trade

any longer; by which your petitioners, to the number of fourscore, with

their wives and families, will inevitably starve, having been bound to no

other calling._

"Your petitioners desire your Honours will tenderly consider the

premisses, and suffer your said petitioners to continue their trade

(those who set them at work, being still willing to employ them, though

at lower rates) and your said petitioners will give security to make use

of the same stuff, and dress it in the same manner, as they always did,

and no other. _And your petitioners" &c._

[Footnote 1: No. 45 in the reprint. [T.S.]]

[Footnote 2: In his "Journal to Stella," under date June 22nd, 1711,

Swift writes: "Yesterday's was a sad 'Examiner,' and last week was very

indifferent, though, some little scraps of the old spirit, as if he had

given some hints; but yesterday's is all trash. It is plain the hand is

changed." (vol. ii., p, 195).

On November 2nd he gives the following account: "I have sent to Leigh the

set of 'Examiners'; the first thirteen were written by several hands;

some good, some bad; the next three-and-thirty were all by one hand, that

makes forty-six: then that author, whoever he was, laid it down on

purpose to confound guessers; and the last six were written by a woman"

(vol. ii., p. 273). [T.S.]]

[Footnote 3: Horace, "Satires," II. i. 45.

"'Better not touch me, friend,' I loud exclaim."--P. FRANCIS. [T.S.]]

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