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For the Impartial Herald.
_Messrs. Blunt & March_,
I say to whom it may concern--to the majesty of the people of Newburyport,
Greeting--
It costs Eight hundred Dollars a year to support a watch in this town, and
yer gentlemen's windows are broken, fences pulled down and Cellars broken
open, and much other misdemeanors done at night. Are the watch asleep, or
are they afraid to detect those who are guilty of such practises? Boast
not of it if you call this Liberty and Equality. Newburyport has had
the name of being a very civil worthy place; it is a great pity some bad
boys or young men should disgrace it. I hope our worthy and honorable
rulers will bring those rude lads to see themselves and lick the dust
like serpents, and ask forgiveness of their betters, and do so no more,
but repent and live.
Now fellow citizens is it wisdom, is it policy, to use a man or men so
shocking bad as to oblige them to leave the town where they paid one
Dollar a day to support government?
A friend to good order, honor to whom it belongs--to great men a
friend--to all good citizens and honest men good bye.
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Whereas many philosophers has judged or guessed at many things about
this world, and so on. Now I suppose I may guess, as it is guessing
times. I guess the world is one very large living creature, and always
was, and always will be without any end from everlasting to everlasting,
and no end. What grows on this large creature is trees and many other
things. In the room of hair the rocks is moulds. This is called land
where the hair grows, the belly the sea--all kinds of fish is the worms
in the belly. This large body wants dressing to get our living of this
creature and by industry we get a living--we and all the animal creation
is less than fleas in comparison on the back or belly of this very large
immense body. Among the hairs to work this great body is that of nature,
past finding out.--All we know is we are here, we come into the world
crying and go out groaning. Mankind is the master beast on the earth--in
the sea, the whale is the head fish--the minim is the smallest fish--the
great fish eat up the little ones, and so not only destroy one another,
but they are master over the whole of beasts and fish, even over a lion,
therefore man is the masterly beast and the worst of the whole--they know
the most, and act the worst according to what they know. Seeing mankind so
bad by nature, I think when the candle goes out, men and women is done,
they will lay as dirt or rocks till the great gun fires, and when that
goes off the gun will be so large that the gun will contain nine hundred
million tons of the best of good powder, then that will shake and bring
all the bones together, then the world will be to an end. All kinds of
music will be going on, funding systems will be laid aside, the melody
will be very great. Now why cant you all believe the above written as
well as many other things to be true; as well as what was set forth in
the last Centinel concerning digging up a frog twenty five feet below
the surface, where it was most as hard as a rock--there was his shape
like taking a stone out of a rock--This is from a minister. Now why wont
you believe me as well.
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