While this farce was performing by the Rev. Baronet and his band, and

while the people of Somerset, who were assembled to the amount of six

or eight thousand persons, were gaping and swallowing all the stuff and

trash dealt out to them by these worthies, a Mr. Trip, a gentleman of

the lower part of the county, a barrister, addressed himself to me,

requesting to know if I meant to propose any amendment. I told him I had

some resolutions of a very different nature, which I certainly meant to

move as an amendment. He then shewed me some resolutions which he had

drawn up, and which he had intended to propose as an amendment, if no

others were offered. Upon reading them over, I found that they embraced

all the material points contained in those which I had framed; and as

they went most decidedly to object to the whole that was proposed by

Sir Abraham, it was settled between us that he should move, and that I

should second them. He accordingly moved them, after a very able and

violent speech, which certainly contained a great deal of good matter,

though it was evidently clouded every now and then by ebullitions of

party spirit, which at county meetings generally shews itself. He was,

nevertheless, heard with attention, and received considerable applause.

The moment that I came forward to second the resolutions, a murmur ran

through the crowd to know who I was; and, on my name being announced,

I was instantly honoured with three cheers. In seconding Mr. Trip's

resolutions, I certainly took rather different ground upon which to

found my arguments. I ridiculed, in indignant language, the idea of

granting sixty thousand a-year to a young German adventurer, merely for

marrying our Princess, and of giving them _fifty thousand_ pounds as

an outfit. But the most monstrous and most infamous proposition of the

whole, I considered that of settling _fifty thousand_ a-year upon him

for life, in case of the decease of his wife. It was, I said, a premium

upon her death.

I was going on amidst the laughter and cheers of the whole multitude,

when little Mr. Goodford, the Sheriff, interfered to call me to order;

adding, that as he stood there as the representative of the King, and

as a loyal man, he could never suffer the Royal Family of England to be

spoken of in the way in which I had spoken of it, and he _insisted_ that

I should not go on so in his presence. This interruption was received

with evident marks of disapprobation. Never at a loss upon such an

occasion, I replied, that I considered myself quite as loyal a man as

Mr. Goodford, both to the King and the people, and that, as the meeting

appeared almost unanimously disposed to hear me, Mr. Goodford, as

chairman, had nothing to do but to take the sense of the meeting, which,

if he did not choose to act up to, it was only for him to vacate the

chair, and we would place some one in it that would. The little Sheriff

did not relish the idea of vacating the chair, and therefore the

question was put whether the meeting would hear what I had to say or

not. The show of hands in favour of my continuing in the same strain was

nine hundred and ninety-nine out of every thousand; there being only

three hats, that I saw, held up against it. These three persons

consisted of a little knot of placemen, led on by a notorious

Custom-house scamp of that town; a tall, lanky fellow, whose head was

nearly half a foot above the rest of the crowd. From the visage of this

worthy projected a cocked nose of a very peculiar kind, the nostrils of

which appeared to be two round holes passing horizontally, instead of

perpendicularly, into his head. Upon this delicious proboscis (which was

a sort of mixture between the pug-dog and a Chinese pig), was mounted

a pair of silver barnicles, apparently placed there for the purpose of

hiding a brace of things more resembling coddled gooseberries than human

eyes. That feature which, in men, made as they ought to be, is called a

mouth, was in him not entitled to the name; it being a vulgar gash, with

a pair of very thick lips, extending across two dumpling cheeks, and

nearly uniting a brace of tremendous asinine ears. These altogether

formed something like a half-decayed turnip stuck upon a mop-stick. Let

the reader only imagine to himself a figure of this sort, constantly

opening the slit that I have above described, and vomiting forth at

once, from a fetid carcase, the most disgusting sound and stench, and

then he will have some faint idea of the scene exhibited by this animal

of a Customhouse officer. After being admonished twice to be peaceable,

and not attending to it, he and his satellites were handed out of the

crowd, and banished from the scene of action, amidst the cheers of the

multitude. This operation being performed upon the Customhouse ass and

his two supporters, I proceeded to address the meeting, for the purpose

of winding up the subject upon which I had been dilating, when Squire

Goodford spoke to order. I certainly handled, with very little ceremony,

the trash which Sir Abraham had been sporting, and, after having

admonished my hearers to exercise their own judgment like Englishmen,

and not be led by the nose like slaves, I concluded by seconding the

resolutions which had been moved by Mr. Trip, which, of course, included

a resolution declaring the necessity of a Reform in Parliament.

What followed was more curious than all the rest. Sir John Acland, the

Chairman of the county quarter sessions, now came forward, and, like a

cunning old fox, who saw which way the wind blew, he turned short round

upon those whom he meant before to support, and declared that the

resolutions moved as an amendment by Mr. Trip, and seconded by Mr. Hunt,

had his full concurrence. Sir John saw which was the strongest side, and

which way the current of popular opinion was rolling, and therefore he

was determined to come in for his share of merit, by joining in the cry

and running with the stream. Upon a shew of hands our amendment was

carried by a majority of one hundred to one, at least. I never saw a man

so delighted as Mr. Counsellor Trip was, I thought he would have jumped

over the hustings for joy. It was evident to me that this success came

upon him unawares, and that, although he had made up his mind to move an

amendment, yet he had not the slightest idea that it would be carried. I

was more accustomed to these things, and took it more coolly; in fact, I

felt it necessary to admonish him to bear his victory with more becoming

joy, and not to exult so outrageously. A vote of thanks was passed to

little Squire Goodford, the nominal High Sheriff; I say _nominal_, for,

_in fact_, all the Sheriffs of this county, for many, many years,

have been called _pauper Sheriffs_, and have been merely nominal High

Sheriffs; Messrs. _Perpetual_, or rather Messrs. _Alternate_ Sheriffs,

that is to say, Messrs. Mellior and Broderip, being the real or _bona

fide_ Sheriffs, their masters having been their mere puppets or nominal

Sheriffs.

When the meeting was dissolved, almost the whole assembly followed, or

rather attended me to my inn, where I was obliged to address them from

the window, before they could be prevailed upon to depart. Every one

appeared delighted with the result of the meeting, except poor Sir

Abraham, the Sheriff, and a little knot of Whigs, who had meant to

curry favour with the Prince Regent, by presenting to him an abject,

time-serving address from the county of Somerset; but who had been

foiled, and, in a great measure, by my exertions. Sir Abraham, and his

friend the Sheriff, looked most wretchedly; no Frenchman ever shrugged

his shoulders with a more emphatic expression of disaster, than the Rev.

Baronet did; and he really reminded me of the knight with the rueful

countenance. Will any man who reads this believe that the _worthy_

Judges of the Court of King's Bench had not the effect of this meeting

in their mind, when they sentenced me to be confined TWO YEARS AND SIX

MONTHS in Ilchester Bastile, where they well knew the Rev. Baronet and

the worthy Squire were two of the VISITING MAGISTRATES? Will any one who

reads this have the least doubt, that those who have persecuted me here

have been actuated by the cowardly feeling of wishing to be revenged

upon me, now that they have me in their power, because I defeated their

ridiculous and time-serving projects, and exposed their folly at the

said county meeting at Bridgwater? Can any one doubt that the Ministers

ordered their tools to send me here, that their underlings might exert

their petty tyranny, in order to annoy me?

On the twelfth of May, in this year, the Prince of Saxe Coburg was

married to the Princess Charlotte of Wales. The Parliament, as I have

before observed, gave them for an outfit _fifty thousand pounds_ of John

Gull's money, and settled _sixty thousand pounds_ a-year of the said

John's money, and also settled upon him as a dower, for his life, _fifty

thousand pounds a-year_, in case of her death: so that this hopeful

German now receives annually out of the pockets of the distressed

people of England _fifty thousand pounds a-year_, while the President of

the United States of America only receives _six thousand_ pounds a-year;

so that _Saxe Coburg_ does us the honour to drain the people of England

of a sum more than _eight times_ as much as the President of the

United States of America receives from the people of that country, for

attending to all their affairs, and presiding as the Chief Magistrate of

a vast and free country, containing ten millions of people.

In the middle of May there were disturbances at Bideford, from the poor

endeavouring to prevent the exportation of potatoes. There was also a

riot and great disturbances at Bury, by the unemployed, to destroy a

spinning-jenny. On the 24th, a great body of farmers and labourers

assembled in a very riotous manner at Ely, and committed many

depredations. They were at length suppressed, after some blood had been

spilt. On the 28th, there were great disturbances, amongst the pitmen

and others, at Newcastle-upon-Tyne. On the same day a serious tumult

occurred at Halstead, in Essex, to liberate some persons who had been

taken up for destroying threshing-machines. On the 2d of July, the

Prince Regent prorogued the Parliament, after a new Alien Bill, and

a Bill to regulate the Civil List, had passed. On the 12th of July,

1816, there was a public funeral of Richard Brinsley Sheridan, Esq.

certainly the most brilliant and accomplished orator of the age. In my

opinion, he far surpassed either Pitt or Fox in real eloquence, and, in

the midst of all his changings and vacillations, he was always, without

one exception, the steady and zealous friend of the liberty of the

press. Poor Sheridan was always in pecuniary difficulties, and

overwhelmed with debt; and he at last became quite a swindler in order

to evade his creditors, and he died at a time when he could not obtain

credit for a pot of porter. On the 22d, the Duke of Gloucester, who was

called by the Royal Family _Silly Billy_, was married to one of his

cousins, the Princess Mary. Fortunately for the public, they have, I

believe, no children for John Gull to keep. On the 2d of August, a riot

took place in the Calton, one of the suburbs of Glasgow, on account of

the soup-kitchens, which was not suppressed till some blood was spilt.

On the 8th of the same month, a mortar of uncommon size, left by Marshal

Soult on his retreat from Cadiz, was fixed in St. James's Park, opposite

the Horse Guards. This piece of ordnance is commonly known by the name

of the Prince Regent's bomb. On the 27th, Algiers was bombarded, and the

batteries destroyed by the English fleet, commanded by Lord Exmouth--a

treaty was entered into afterwards, by the Dey of Algiers and Lord

Exmouth, in which Christian slavery was abolished. On the 16th of

September a riot and great disturbance took place at Preston, in

Lancashire, by the distressed and unemployed workmen. There was also a

riot at Frome, in consequence of a sudden rise of one-third in the price

of potatoes, in which riot the Yeomanry Cavalry sustained a defeat, and

were driven from the field of action by the stones, potatoes, and rotten

eggs that were hurled at them by the multitude, several of whom were

taken into custody. One of that anomalous hermaphrodite race called

Parson-justices, a person of the name of Sainsbury, read the Riot

Act, and called out the cavalry. But, by the judicious conduct of Mr.

Champness, of Orchardleigh, the disturbances were quelled, and peace

was restored. A Mr. Thornhill, who was a paid agent and adjutant of the

Somerset Yeomanry Cavalry, who came over from Bath on the following day,

after all was peace and quietness, wrote a letter to the Editor of the

_Courier_ newspaper, giving a most ridiculous and false account of the

whole transaction. In order to ascertain the truth, as to what really

took place, I drove over from Bath, with Mr. Allen of Bath, and having

detailed the circumstances to Mr. Cobbett, he handled the brave

blustering Captain in a masterly stile, and fixed upon him the name

of Captain Bobadil, which will last him as long as he lives. Captain

Bobadil and the battle of Frome will not readily be forgotten in the

west of England, nor, indeed, in any place where Mr. Cobbett's Register

was read, which was now published at TWO-PENCE a number, and in

consequence had increased ten-fold in its circulation. There were also

great riots at Nottingham, by persons calling themselves Luddites; these

consisted of unemployed workmen, who went about in the most lawless

manner, destroying the frames by which the stocking manufactory was

carried on. There were riots, too, at Myrthir-Tydvil, in Glamorganshire,

by the workmen employed in the iron-manufactories, on a reduction of

wages; and at Walsall, in Staffordshire, amongst the distressed and

unemployed workmen.

In fact, great distress and dissatisfaction prevailed, not only in

England, Ireland and Scotland, but all over Europe, which was in a

calamitous state, produced by the reaction of the war, the fatal effects

of which now began to be felt most severely. The distress amongst

the farmers was very great, and the agricultural gentry began to cry out

most unmercifully. The fools now began to find out that what I had told

them was true, namely, that the Corn Bill would not ultimately serve

them, that it was never intended by its promoters for any other purpose

than to enable the Government, by means of keeping up the price of corn,

to continue to extract from the farmers high rents and high taxes. In

many parts the manufacturers likewise suffered greatly, particularly in

Staffordshire, South Wales, and the Metropolis, and especially amongst

the poor weavers in Spitalfields. The truth was, that the Bank of

England had curtailed the issue of their notes, in order to meet the

demands of their creditors, which they expected they should be compelled

to pay in cash, instead of being longer protected by a pretended

restriction, designed to prevent them from being called upon to pay any

thing more than "I promise to pay," in exchange for "I promise to

pay." This restriction was nothing more nor less than a _Government

protection_ against the demands of their creditors, which enabled them

to refuse to pay their just debts with impunity, and according to Act of

Parliament. Distress and discontent therefore prevailed from one end of

the land to the other, but in no place more than the metropolis, which

was full of discharged seamen, who had been dismissed from the British

Navy, which was now dismantled almost universally. These poor fellows,

who had fancied that they had been fighting the battles of their

country, who had suffered all the hardships of a sailor's life, during a

long and bloody war, and who had been successful against every power for

such a length of time, had become exceedingly disheartened by the

checks and defeats they had experienced in the naval warfare with the

Americans, who, if I may use a familiar phrase, had completely taken

the _shine_ out of the British seamen, a race proverbial for being very

superstitious. They had always boasted that an English sailor was a

match for two Frenchmen, or any other seamen; but Jack found in the

American sailor not only his equal in bravery and skill; but more than

his match. Thus dispirited and almost broken hearted, and the British

Navy being laid up, our sailors were discharged and treated worse than

dogs; they were put on shore at any port, and they had to march to

London, barefooted and pennyless, to receive the little pay and prize

money that was due to them. Hundreds and hundreds did I relieve, as

they passed by Middleton Cottage; broken down in body and in spirit,

they were made to feel that they had been fighting for despotism instead

of Liberty. Soup Committees were established, and subscriptions raised

all over the kingdom, to supply the starving poor with soup; but to the

offer of it they replied, that they did not want charity, they wanted

work, and they would much rather live upon a scanty meal, the fruit of

their own labour, than be feasted by charity.

Some time in the early part of September, I received a letter from

London, signed A. Thistlewood, requesting me, when I came to town, to do

him the favour of a call, as he had to communicate to me matters of the

highest importance, connected with the welfare and happiness of the

people, to promote whose interest he had always observed that I was most

ready and active, &c. &c. As Mr. Thistlewood was a perfect stranger to

me, and as I was a stranger even to his name, I wrote to a Mr. Bryant, a

quondam attorney, and Clerk of the Papers at the King's Bench; a man who

was said to know every body and every thing that was going on in London,

both in high and low life;--I wrote to this gentleman, and requested him

to inquire at such a number for Mr. Thistlewood, and let me know who and

what he was, as I had received rather a mysterious letter from him, and

I wished to know something of him before I gave him any answer. The

answer which I received from Mr. Bryant was such that I never replied to

the letter of Mr. Thistlewood, or took any further notice of it.

Some time, however, in the beginning of November, I received a letter

from London, signed Thomas Preston, Secretary, to say that a public

meeting of the distressed inhabitants of the metropolis was advertised

to be held in Spafields, on Monday, the 15th of November, and that he

was instructed by the Committee to solicit my attendance. This letter

was dated from Greystoke-place, and the writer requested an answer,

which I gave him by return of post, desiring to be informed what was the

object of the meeting. I received a reply, stating, that the object

was to agree to a memorial to the Prince Regent, setting forth their

grievances, and praying for relief. I instantly wrote, to say that I

accepted their invitation, and I would attend the meeting at the time

appointed.

On the next day I rode over to my friend Cobbett, at Botley, to consult

with him what was best to be done. When I mentioned the circumstance to

him, he looked very grave, and said it was a dangerous experiment, and

he scarcely knew how to advise me, whether to go or not. "Oh," said I,

"make your mind quite easy upon _that_ point; there is no difficulty in

it, I have accepted the invitation, and I mean to attend the meeting.

The moment that I ascertained that it was for a legal purpose, that of

addressing the Prince Regent upon the distressed state of the people,

and praying for redress, I no longer hesitated, but accepted the

invitation, and promised to be there in time. All that I want you to

do, therefore, is, to assist me in drawing up some resolutions, and

preparing a proper address to be presented to his Royal Highness upon

the occasion." "That," said he, "I will do with great pleasure." After

due consideration the resolutions and the address were agreed upon, and

drawn up by him. Mr. Cobbett never mentioned one word to me that he had

been invited by the same party to attend this said meeting; but he said

he should be at his lodgings in London at the time.

I arrived in London the Saturday before the intended meeting, and called

at Graystockplace, to inquire for Mr. Thomas Preston. I found no one

there but two or three dirtily dressed, miserable, poor children,

who told me that I should find their father at some house in

Southampton-buildings, Chancery-lane. Thither I repaired, meditating

as I went along on the wretched emblem of the distresses of the times,

which I had just witnessed in the family of Mr. Thomas Preston. When I

reached Southampton-buildings, I knocked at the door, and inquired for

Mr. Preston. The servant said there was no such person there, but she

would go and inquire of Mr. Thistlewood and the Doctor. She then desired

me to walk in, and I was shewn into a very neat and well-furnished

dining-room. I could not avoid observing to myself the contrast between

the elegant apartment I was now in and that which I had just quitted in

Graystock-place; the name of Thistlewood was still tinkling upon the

drum of my ear, I having quite forgotten where I had heard it before.

In a few minutes two gentlemen walked in; the one dressed in a handsome

dressing-gown and morocco slippers, the other in a shabby-genteel black.

The former addressed me very familiarly by name, saying, that he was Mr.

Thistlewood, and he begged to introduce his friend Dr. Watson. They at

once informed me that they were part of the Committee, for whom Mr.

Preston acted as Secretary; that they had called the meeting, and

directed their Secretary to invite me to attend it, and that they had

also written to invite Sir Francis Burdett, Major Cartwright, Mr.

Waithman, Mr. Cobbett, and several other political characters. I then

inquired what was the nature of the memorial or address which they meant

to submit to the Prince Regent? They answered, that they had it not then

by them, but that, if _I wished it_, they would procure me a sight of it

before I went to the meeting. To this I replied, that I certainly did

not wish merely for a sight of it, but for something more; as, if I

attended the meeting to take any part in it, I should choose to have

time to peruse the memorial very minutely before I undertook to give it

my support. This they promised I should have an opportunity of doing,

and the Doctor appeared anxious to have my opinion upon it. I could,

however, see that Mr. Thistlewood had set his heart upon this memorial

as it stood, and he slightly intimated that the Committee had made up

their minds on the subject, and that it was finally settled that

the memorial was to be submitted to the meeting. I inquired who the

Committee were composed of, and I soon found that Mr. Thistlewood and

Dr. Watson, the two gentlemen before me, were in reality the Committee;

young Watson, Preston, Hooper, _Castles_, and one or two others, who

formed the remainder of the Committee, being merely nominal members. I

informed them that I was staying at Cooper's Hotel, in Bouverie-street,

which makes part of the Black Lion Inn, in Water-lane, where they

promised to wait upon me in the evening with the memorial, that I might

look it over.

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