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THE Massachusetts Spy
Or, Thomas's Boston Journal.
BOSTON MAY 2 1772
A Weekly, Political, and Commercial PAPER:--Open to ALL Parties, but Influenced by None.
'DO THOU Great LIBERTY INSPIRE our Souls,--And make our Lives in THY Possession happy,--Or, our Deaths glorious in THY JUST Defence.'
VOL. II.]
THURSDAY, DECEMBER 10, 1772.
[NUMB. 95.]
From the LONDON MAG. for August 1772.
The SALE by AUCTION. A DREAM.
I awake, emerging from a sea of dreams.
----- Ridentem dicere verum Quid vetat? HOR.
I STILL retain my old custom of reading in bed. I wished to sleep, and I took up the last new poem. It soon had the desired effect. It operated upon me like opium. I felt my soul grow torpid, my spirits sunk, my nerves were overpowered, and my eyelids closed. Such are the effects of dullness!
Philosophers tell us, that when we sleep, the empire of the soul commences; that she retains the ideas which had arisen in the day-time, and, lying with them, when unclogged by the gross body, into the fields of imagination, there fashions them into scenes of wonderful variety, and raises a new creation to the view. It was so with me. This man of Grub-street had been talking, in his poem, of statesmen and couriers. My fancy retained the ideas; and carrying them into the fields of ideal creation, produced a DREAM.
IT was in those immense regions between the earth and the sun. A black cloud rolled over the face of heaven. Suddenly the thunder roared; the lightning glided in dreadful flashes; and old Ocean reared, and swelled his green surges to heaven. But soon the tempest ceased. A cloud opened, and beamed on the world inexpressible splendor. My entranced soul was lost in rapture. Delicious odours breathed all around, and immortal music warbled through the fields of air.
In the centre of the cloud a majestic being sat enthroned. I knew him by the rose and thistle, the lion, and the crest of freedom, by his open countenance, and sea-green hair. It was the genius of Britain. Around him rose many manly figures: I knew them by their majestic port, their unbridled features, their keen and daring eye: they were the heroes, the statesmen, the patriots of our isle. I gazed upon them with awe, and my soul laboured with unusual motions.
While my eye was wandering over the splendid scene which was before it, I observed one figure raise itself above the rest. The face was homely, the eye was fixed, the hair hung lank and unadorned upon his broad shoulders, and a wonderful simplicity was spread over the whole person. Looking towards the genius, he waved his hand; and I had just recollected the features of old Marvell the patriot of Hull, when he spoke the following words:
"Genius of freedom, guardian of my native isle! May the grief which swells my heart touch thine with sympathy and pity! Do you not see that the favoured land which you love, which we love, which heaven loves, is struggling with the evil genius of the age? Do you not see that those privileges and laws, for which your children have thundered in the senate or bled in the field, are expiring by the hands which ought to protect them? That fabric, the admired labour of so many centuries, begins to totter. I see it tremble, and it will soon tremble to the centre. They have tarnished its beauty, they have overturned its battlements, and they have humbled its pride. May these betrayers of freedom, oh Genius! be punished for their crimes! May their days be cheerless, and their nights without sleep! May their pillows be lined with thorns, and moistened with tears! May anguish pursue them, and may the keen curses of conscience rouse them into repentance! Decree, O Genius, and let them be punished. Let the sacrificers be sa-
* A vile and despicable poem called The Senate, written by a vile and despicable man.
crificed; and let the men who have been so often SOLD for the ruin of their country, be now SOLD for its safety."
He said, and the Genius gave a nod of approbation. The audience burst into a roar of applause; the plaudits went round, the sky re-echoed, and the whole assembly rung with, Let them be SOLD! Let them be SOLD!
The flight of fancy are rapid. Methought I glided down the sky like a sunbeam, and found myself in Pall-Mall. A fat citizen was hopping across the kennel, and following a crowd. I seized him by the sleeve, and asked him where he and the crowd were going? "Come along (says he) to Christie's--the ministry are to be sold." Bless me! (answered I) what a sudden revolution! It was but yesterday they shone in meridian splendor: It was but yesterday they trampled upon England, and set her laws and patriots at defiance. "Ay, very like, very like--(replied the inhabitant of the city) but we have altered all that--we have thrown St. James's into confusion--all the outs are in, and all the ins are out."--And now (added I) that political furniture of the cabinet, the ministry, being of no longer use there, is to be sold off by auction, like all other useless lumber, to the highest bidder. "Right-right," rejoined the citizen, and strode away towards the auction room.
Now I, who was more in the secret, could not avoid making a moral reflection on this occasion. Here, said I, is a great revolution, and an honest citizen firmly believes it was effected by himself and the Bill of Rights. Blind to the hand of providence, (added I) little do they think that the whole has been brought about by the prayer of honest Marvell in the clouds.
I now entered the auction room, and Christie had just mounted the rostrum. He seized his hammer, and throwing his eyes round the room with that activity and bewitching ease peculiar to great men, called for the first lot, and began.
AUCTIONEER. Hand it up there--hum--the first lot, gentlemen, carries its own weight with it; it is an ass's head--that is to say, the head of an ass--or of a minister. For various reasons have we chosen to give these terms as synonymous, and to make the one represent the other. Our minister has long acted like an ass, and he has got his reward; for like an ass they have used him. Is an ass endowed with great gravity?--So is the minister. Hence that deep, important, plodding air--those stiff, unbending features--that solemn, soporific, mystic countenance, which mark him with eternal business. Hence it is, that you see him prodigiously thoughtful, and prodigiously forgetful; now musing with his arms akimbo, and now making calculations with his fore-finger upon his nose; now measuring his paces like a city militia-man, or like the man in black before a funeral, slow and stately; one two, three--and now galloping, like the fiery phæton, from the court to the cockpit--and from the cockpit to the court. Is the ass obstinate? So is the minister, for he is always willing to have his own way. Hence it is, that our ships are rigged one week and unrigged the next--that our flocks are rising to-day and falling to-morrow--that our couriers are eternally on the wing to Versailles, and that the dispatches of to-day flatly contradict the dispatches of yesterday. Did our ass ever prophesy? Yes, Balaam's did. Our minister will match him there too, for he too has prophesied. But his prophecies are as brittle as his promises, for his ten years peace begins to expire already. Is the ass patient? So is the minister. How else could he support his burdens, and hold his post so long?--In the mean time somebody put him in. O he is a very sly Gri-zel, and outdo's Job and the evangelists
for humility and long-suffering. How has he been torn and worried by the hawks of power and the dogs of office--now buffeted by the Bloombury gang, and now pelted by the junto--the companion of clerks, the slave of slaves, and the butt of Scotsmen and favourites! But do you think that he murmured? No, never. He gulped every thing. Like a true christian he did to them as he did to the Spaniards--when they smote him upon one cheek, he turned unto them the other also. Who'll bid for him?--You must not be surprised that he hangs his ears so much, for flocks are greatly fallen of late--And yet for an ass, he's a smooth, well-combed creature. But then he's a court ass, and must wear the fashion there. Who bids? "Eighteen pence for him."--Well said, Mr. Goodluck. He was always fond of speculation, scheming, and financing, and will do well for a lottery-office. Once, twice, eighteen-pence for him. Nobody more than eighteen-pence?--Thrice. He's yours, Mr. Goodluck, and a cheap bargain he is. A prime minister for eighteen pence! Bless me! you might at least have given one of his own lottery tickets for him.
Lot 2. was now called for. He was a Newmarket academician, and was handed up to the auctioneer in his proper dress.
AUCTIONEER. There, gentlemen, is one of the race of Nimrod for you--a duke, a gambler, a privy-counsellor, and a skeleton!--Well, who bids for this equestrian figure? Or rather, who bets for him? For he is a complete Newmarket-boy. He winks, and nods, and whispers, and starts, and deals about "Done" and "Damn'd" with such volubility, that his tongue seems fleeter than the fleet Bay-Malton. O he's a deep whip and spur man--one of the mythical black-legs, and a member of the august Jockey club. For shame, Sirs! say something for him. Though his figure, like one of his own race-horses, is long and slender, we can warrant him sound in some of his limbs, and tolerably sure in his paces: His greatest fault is, that he is sometimes very foolish; but you need not be surprised at that, as there is some royal blood in his veins. "Five guineas for him."--Well said, Lady Bab! But he is too much debilitated to be a good citizen; the Irish, the Irish for that. Look at his forlorn appearance, and you'd swear the crows had been picking him. And so they were--but they were the fair crows of Covent-Garden. Many a warm evening has he stood the hot fires of the bagnio--many a bleak night has he run the round of riot and midnight frolics--now pelted by the watchmen and constables, and now pelted them--now hunted from Prince-street to King-street, from Drury to Longacre, and now romping with whores, or fondling with demi-reps. O he has been a fellow of hard service, and his bones bespeak it. Where are the venerable members of the Jockey club? He is deeply skilled in the science of jostling, and would make a good rider of matches, "Fifteen guineas for him!"--Excellent my lords! A true Newmarket bet! Fifteen guineas for a duke and a jockey. Nobody more than fifteen guineas?--Ladies and Lords, he'll sit either of you--he'll do for the turf or the bedchamber, for he's a good judge of flesh--whether it be horse-flesh or woman's flesh. Once, twice, fifteen guineas. No more than fifteen guineas?--Thrice. The Jockey club have got him to ride their matches. He's ripe for use my lords; for he is ready sweated down for the course, and as lean as a Scotch oyster.
My lord duke was handed down to the grooms, and Lot 3 was called for; and the moment he made his appearance, the room resounded with tittering and laughs.
AUCTIONEER. You may well laugh, ladies and gentlemen, for here comes the miraculous B--w himself, alias Cream-coloured Tommy. We have introduced him with great propriety next to the former lot, for he has been long accustomed to page it at his heels, and to follow his footsteps. We could recommend him to you in many characters, for many are his talents and little is his pride--he will stoop to do any thing for any man; but we choose to confine ourselves at present to his own favourite character, a convenient man, in plain English, a pimp. Stand forth, my lord duke and my lady duchess--ye earls, countesses, and secretaries of state--ye female romps of quality, and ye nobles of shallow heads and deep purses--stand forth I say, and vouch for your faithful servant and slave. Bear witness for him who has so often watched the motion of your eyes, studied the bent of your passions, administered to your pleasures, and fed the voracious stomach of your carnal cravings. Who says for him?--Laugh at him who will, he's no blusher, he parted with all his blushes when he was a child, and left them in the cradle. Bid away, bid away, for this is no every day's bargain. You might search all the hundreds of Middlesex before you could meet with his match. None but himself can be his parallel. He's deep in the science of fornication and intrigue, and knows all the laws of adultery, from tipping the wink up to delivering a billet-doux or bribing a lady's maid. "Half a guinea for him." Good; half a guinea for a notorious pimp, once, twice, nobody more than half a guinea?--One would think he would fetch a better price, when adultery is so much in fashion. Will no rampant member of the Carlisle-house coterie, with a soft, asking eye, and a roving heart, buy him off for the service of the winter campaign? Have we here no prim procurers, no Bond-street milliner, to hire him for the secret business of the back room? Do but mark the lascivious roll of his eye, the suppleness of his joints, and the flexibility of his muscles. He is a complete Mercury--will cringe, fawn, flatter and lie like a Parisian, and fetch and carry like a spaniel. Nobody more than half a guinea for a new-grown gentleman and lord? Oh he! he! knavery has lost its value. "A guinea for him!" Well spoke Charlotte! a true whore's price! One guinea for Cream-coloured Tommy--once, twice, thrice. Charlotte Hayes has got him, to be chaplain to her nunnery.
The next lot raised high the expectations of the audience. It was Mungo.
AUCTIONEER. Black as he is, he is very honest, for his heart shines through his face. Who'll put him in? This is not the first market he has been at, and he always sold well--and if he lives another session, it will not be the last. Buy him who will, they will not lose by him--for he's a man of all work, and has long been used to hard services. Poo! foul! he was long the political foot-ball, the game of green statesmen, and the understrapper of understrappers--the dupe of dunces, and the butt of weathercock wits--strapped by this one, bastinado'd by that one. "Say this," said the master; and he said it. "Do this," said the servant; and he did it. Poor Mungo! some kind soul say sixpence for him. He bustled long in storm--they used him like the foul hand, and drove him from hedge to stile, and from ditch to dunk--through bogs, and fen, and fogs and foul places--now kennelled with pariahs, and now following upon thorns. Poor Mungo! put him in. They stood upon his heart, and well for him that it was callous, or he could never have supported it. Post black man! long he led the life of a dog, and it was a great mercy he had neither a spark of pride or of virtue,

he would have died under the load. Foul day or fair day, Mungo was the word--from morning to night, and from night to morning, it was nothing but Mungo! Mungo! Was a junto to be assembled or an election carried? "Do this, Mungo." Was a lord to be bribed, or a commoner corrupted? "Do this, Mungo." Was the city to be counteracted, a job negotiated, or a question smuggled in the house? Where are you Mungo? An outcast from heaven, a knave of knaves, and a devil of devils, he was up, and down, and every where.---He is now here, and would he were off my hands. "A thirteener for him."---Well said, my jewels of Ireland---a thirteener for Mungo, once, twice---nobody more than a thirteener for a great black?---Once, twice---thrice. The Irish patriots have bought him to hang him in effigy.
Hand up the next lot there, and don't ruffle his head dress. AUCTIONEER. Bless me! whom have we here?---He with the full, unbashful features---the affected stagger---and the unruly roll of the eye?---O---'tis he himself---'tis the GUB---the true-begotten son of peculation and cunning---the man of mode---and the beardless senator! This lot gellmen, does not at present absolutely belong to the ministry; but as we were ranging through the parlous of St. Stephen's, we found him standing in the market, ready to join the best bidder: we have therefore smuddled in the corrupted with the corrupting, for they have a natural right to each other's company. He looks drowsy, for he has been up at Arthur's all night. Turn round, sirrah, and stare them all in the face, as usual---limper, as usual---and, as usual, shew your teeth.---There's a figure for you, gellmen and ladies! Who bids for it? There's an ungodly composition of powder, vanity, pomatum and folly. Do but mark his languishing attitudes, the womanishness of his dress, and the arch of his eye-brow. O he's a puppy of the right race---of the original kennel---of the true Maccaroni breed---for ever mouthing, grinning, sneering---the dupe of beauty, and the bubble of wit. Where are ye, ye tender, weak, and puppy-loving fair ones? If ye want a meet companion for a vapourish morning, or a rainy evening, here it is.---This is he, or she, or it, that can lip lies into a lady's ear, and hum minuets, and lounge on laps, and talk scandal, and ogle a countess, or bilk a whore, with any he, she, or it at Arthur's. This is he, that trim tripping, smooth-faced, black hearted thing, that assumes more changes than the changeful Cynthia---now sighing with ladies, and now swearing with gamblers and lordlings---now, deep in politics at St. Stephen's and now deeper in Arthur's.---Do good people, put him in. O he's a fellow of profound plans and keen execution. He once carried a bill into the senate for the repeal of the marriage-act, and well was the work begun---Keen, vigilant, and active, he sweated, he beseeched, he barraged, and he argued---all was ripe for the fist; but one unlucky morning ruined all---for this keen, vigilant, and active young man, had sat three hours and a half under the fingers of his hair dresser, and was absent; the bill was lost, and the north road is still the only cure for love.---Bless me! will nobody bid for him? What! for this man of glitter, of powder and silk?---Do but smell him, gellmen---he breathes odours like a hyacinth. There is a rank smell runs through all the family of the Reynards, but he has quite overpowered it with perfumery.---Oh! somebody bid for him---He'd be a good bargain to a minister or a taylor, for he can lead a debate or a fashion with equal success.---What! nobody? Not even a hair-dresser, to hang his head in the front window?---Pshaw! throw him aside; for all people seem to be of opinion, That a Maccaroni is worth nothing.
The sixth lot was now called for, and it was the last; though last, not least---for it was the head of a Scotchman. AUCTIONEER. Stand up, Sir Gibby. If any faith, gellmen, is to be placed in fashion, this head will fetch me some money.---for Scotchmen have been long the reigning mode: like Scotch stones, our streets are quite covered with them, and they have crept into all our lanes, alleys, and corners. Nor is this all: they preside in our cabinets and lead kings as they list; they reign alone in the East-Indies, and the West-Indies are in their own possession. They are great in power, but among the greatest of all is Sir Gibby.---Deep, slow and easy, you must take him as you find him, for there is no judging a Scotchman by appearances; his face will often deceive you; and as for his heart there is no seeing through it. Come, who says for him? Though his features are hard, and his cheeks are
lank, you must not be frightened---he comes from the country where flowers never blossom'd, and where sun never shone: besides, 'tis the custom of his country---a lean face, but rich brains.---Come bid away, gellmen. He looks like a Scotch fir---cold comfortless and barren---but your Scotch firs always thrive well upon English ground, and well has he thriven: from empty pantries and dirty parlours, where the bleak north wind blows his eternal pipe loud and long, he has houl'd him in a kinder country, and in a softer clime---he feeds upon the fat things of our land, and rolls him in the rivers of milk and honey---his head is cloathed in purple, and his footsteps are paved with gold. What is become of the many friends whom he hath befriended---the long list of Scotch kensins clans and kinsmen, whom he beckon'd from Egypt into Canaan---who slept from the dunghill into the senate---and who swarm in posts, and groan under pensions? Have they no bowels for an old friend? Have they not one sympathetic shilling to save a countryman from shame?---"Three bawbies for him."---"Aught pence for Sir Gibby."---"Ae pund Scots for my good friend Sir Gibby."---Thank ye, thank ye, gellmen---once, twice, thrice, he's your own.---These Scotchmen are famous for nationality: they stick to each other like burs.
From the LONDON EVENING POST. To the KING. The superficial gift of pleasing, as if it was superior to every other gift of nature, aspires to all the favours of the crown, and generally engrosses them. From these premises it may be inferred, that partiality, in the distribution of favours, is the sure mark of a bad reign; and the Prince who resigns into the hands of a favourite the honour of his crown, and the welfare of his people, brings matters to this dilemma; he eithers sets a small value upon what he confides to his favourite, or he ascribes to his own choice the power of transforming the souls of men; as if he was able to mould a statesman or an hero, out of a supernumerary slave, or a youthful profligate."
BELISARIUS. SIR, THE condition of other states generally reminds us of our own, and the most trifling circumstances frequently tend to the minutest enquiries. Great events have sprung from trivial causes, and perhaps no truth is more fully established in our history than this. Your Majesty, if we may judge from the errors of your reign, has evidently set out upon a mistaken principle in politics, which, with a people less patient and deliberate, might very probably have operated to your ruin. Let us investigate this matter with calmness and moderation. The rage of party has happily subsided; and a well-meaning individual may certainly venture to deliver his sentiments without the least apprehension of giving offence. Among the various duties incumbent on a good citizen to perform, that of obedience to authority is not the least honourable; but as the use of power is only to enforce the observance of the laws; it is no longer to be regarded with reverence, than while it is devoted to that purpose. When once it assumes a privilege unknown to the constitution, or makes the laws subservient to an interest distinct from that of the people, it is full time to oppose it; the precedent is dangerous; and if suffered to pass with impunity, the friends of despotism immediately consider it as a right established. Time renders it sacred, and their claim becomes, at length, undeniable. In this case, obedience ceases to be a virtue; and the citizen, by his abject submission, enslaves himself and his posterity for ever. Such, Sir, is the certain, but deliberate progress of unlimited authority on one hand, and of wretchedness and slavery on the other.
From this consideration I have began this letter; and conscious of the integrity of my intentions, I shall deliver my sentiments without reserve. The blunt language of truth claims the attention of all, and disdains the servile complaisance of apologizing either to the peasant or the Prince. Animated by a sincere and inflexible attachment to my country, I feel myself superior to the cold and common ceremonies of the world; and your Majesty, notwithstanding what has been asserted to the contrary, I trust, has too much good sense to condemn me. The times demand a frankness and freedom offensive to weak and bad men, because they manifestly tend to lessen their
dignity, and remove the veil which conceals their insignificance. When once their deformity is exposed, their importance will necessarily diminish; and considering your present situation in the kingdom, I think the preservation of your repose is of more consequence to the nation and yourself, than the gratification of either their vanity or avarice.
Unfortunately you have been surrounded by a set of men who have openly avowed principles repugnant to the established laws of the land. They have pursued an interest different from your Majesty's; and the systems which they have introduced have effectually disgraced your reign. Their fame expires with the day; yours is more durable. It is to stand the test of ages; and the faithful historian, at some future period, in transmitting the annals of your reign to posterity, must discharge his duty with fidelity; he must record the truth. How cautious then should a sovereign act, to merit the unanimous applause of his subjects, and avoid the reproaches of successive generations. The Prince who betrays an indifference to this consideration, must live in misery, and die unlamented. To be happy, he must be popular. He must reign in the hearts of the people, and leave violence and force to those who have nothing else to secure them the possession of their crown. Whoever has informed you to the contrary, has done you an injury of the greatest magnitude. However, the evils which have unhappily involved the people in a dispute with the throne, are yet to be remedied. But it is your Majesty who is most interested, that must determine on the manner which is to accomplish so desirable an event. To leave it till it becomes an act of NECESSITY, and not of CHOICE, is at once impolitic and dangerous.
The unexpected revolution which has taken place in Sweden, naturally leads us to examine into the particulars of our own situation. Examples of this kind work with success upon the multitude; and it is in those moments that the laborious part of the community find time for speculation, and conceive sentiments unfavourable to monarchy. The inequality subsisting among mankind, which never perhaps engaged their attention before, becomes the first object of their consideration; and it is needlessly to inform your Majesty, what other ideas are inseparably annexed to it.
The first truth they discover is, that all men are in nature free. They afterwards proceed to contemplate the vast disproportion in society, and without attending to those nice distinctions necessary to be preserved, they insensibly grow displeased with their situation, and consider the partial distribution of fortune as an evil of more consequence than it really is. This misfortune, indeed, arises from an unworthy comparison, and is only imaginary. Yet those reflections must evidently sap the foundation of society, because it weakens the bonds, and, in endeavouring to correct a mere partial evil (unavoidable among men) introduces anarchy and confusion, which terminate at last in their destruction.
In despotic states the multitudes must be kept in ignorance, unless indeed the Prince could teach them to argue from FINAL CAUSES. In those countries philosophy meets with every possible discouragement. But when the people venture to exercise their reason, that epocha instantly becomes fatal to tyranny, and the tyrant does well to avoid their resentment. In Sweden the people are engaged in a contest with their Sovereign; and indeed their condition is lamentable enough. On one hand they are torn and divided by a vile aristocracy, the worst of all governments; and on the other, an attempt is made by their Prince at despotism.
It is difficult to advise men in their desperate situation how to act with advantage to themselves. And when I reflect on the miserable state of the bulk of mankind, I am amazed that a general revolt has not taken place before. As a professed friend to the rights of mankind, I confess myself interested in a contest where their privileges are disputed. I must be on the part of the people, not only because they are generally oppressed, but from a conviction that their complaints are never ill-grounded. The first transports of their rage are indeed wild and extravagant. Their displeasure is made public in a rude and uncouth manner; but the enemies of human nature alone are the objects of their resentment, and every honest man should voluntarily contribute his assistance to extirpate them.
After the declaration I have made, it is impossible I can with the King of Sweden succeed. I have read his proposals, and condemn them, because they allow him ex-
clusive privileges which are incompatible with the natural rights of mankind. They are absurd, contradictory, and ridiculous; and notwithstanding the apparent sincerity of his professions, the best security the Swedes can possibly have for his integrity, is not to invest him with power sufficient to injure them.
The question is not what a King WILL do, but what it is probable he MAY do. Your Majesty of course is much better informed of the state of that kingdom than I am, and I think you may draw some lessons of advice which may prove useful to you. Our own misfortunes teach us experience, those of others caution. Your Majesty has a fine opportunity to become acquainted with the nature of your obligations to the people of this nation. And you may now learn that the complaints of the multitude are not to be disregarded. I could with you to separate yourself for a few moments from the splendid misery of your court, and return to that period which put you in possession of the sovereignty of this extensive empire. Is it possible you can reflect on what you have lost in the affections of the people, without sorrow and regret? And can you after the reiterated provocation the people have received, condemn them in your heart, if they had proceeded to violence, and taken ample satisfaction on the guilty wretches who had deceived you and betrayed them? Unless I am mistaken, your conscience must have vindicated and given a sanction to their proceedings. However, Sir, reflect on the unhappy situation of GUSTAVUS. And remember, that the most permanent and honourable security for the preservation of a crown, is in the affections of the multitude. Obtain them, and sleep will accompany you to your pillow. However, our history abounds with a variety of instances from whence you may derive a share of useful knowledge necessary for a King to possess. You will also find proofs sufficient of our loyalty; and the different reigns of Charles the first, and James the Second, will at the same time remind your Majesty of our method of avenging a deliberate attack on the constitutional laws of our country.
CATO. SATURDAY, December 5. BOSTON.
We hear there is a very remarkable boy, or young giant, now living in the town of Hingham, where he was born in the year 1758: His name is Israel Remington, and his amazing size, for a person of his age, as well as strange features, has attracted the attention of multitudes: He is about 5 feet in height, is remarkably strong, and weighs upwards of 200 weight; has five fingers and a thumb on each hand, and six toes on each foot. It is tho' if he should continue to increase in height and size at such an amazing rate as he has within these few years, he will be 10 feet high, and weigh 4 or 500 weight by the time he is 21 years old.---It is said he is expected in town in a few days.
Last Wednesday night seven prisoners broke out of the gaol in this town. viz. John Daly, Robt. Anderson, John Clark, Tho. Williams, and John Hopkins, all Irishmen, committed for theft; John Parks, an Englishman, charged with an intention of theft, and Polydore, a negro, servant to Benjamin House of Scituate, committed for deserting his master's service.
All the prisoners immediately after they got out of goal, broke into the dwelling-house of Mr. William Jackson, and carried off some wearing apparel and other things:---The next evening John Parks was apprehended, and several of the articles belonging to Mr. Jackson found upon him.
MONDAY, December 7. BOSTON.
In consequence of the letter of correspondence from this town, we hear that the inhabitants of Charlestown are to have a meeting this day, to take into consideration the present dangerous situation of our public affairs.
The petition of Cambridge, signed by near eighty of the inhabitants of that town, is to be this day delivered to the Selectmen.
The inhabitants of Marblehead meet tomorrow, to consult and take measures for the common safety, at this alarming crisis.
The day before the execution of Solomon Goodwin, at Falmouth, he wrote an affectionate letter, directed to his wife, his children, and his friends, wherein he earnestly counselled and exhorted them to live in the fear of God, and to be constant and fervent in their supplications to him for grace and direction in the concerns of this life.

A lengthy Essay, received from the country, is introduced by these lines from Young, "And great may be our gain, if this be great, To crush a tyrant and preserve a state; To still the clamours of our fathers blood, To fix the basis of the public good, To leave a fame eternal; then to soar, Mix with the Gods, and bid the world adore." And concludes in these pathetic terms.
OUR Governor and Judges independency affects every person of judgment and reason, as for saving their taxes there are very few (except the Tories) so far deluded as to pay the least regard to the senseless insinuation. Every one knows, who knows any thing, that our present taxes are to support government, as it is called; and whatever wretch has his 1000l. yearly, is to be paid by impositions on this people--from the Governor in the chair, down to the lowest vagabond in the customs, they will be paid by taxes; and if the present taxation is not sufficient, taxes on our lands or on whatever commodity they may think fit, will be immediately imposed. This people never were perplexed to pay their Governor or Judges, but always did it with cheerfulness becoming a free people. The whole design of the establishment of civil government, is, that equal right be done unto all men. But manifold have been the occasions of complaint, since the first expectation of these ruinous independencies. But now TREMBLE AMERICANS if they are really established.
The Boston papers (excepting one) are in high esteem through the country; their hues and cries have their desired effect, they are not counted the ravings of madmen, but the sincere, digested sentiments of wise patriots, they are not reckoned frantic bellowings, but cries of sincere and general distress. From the metropolis they expect to receive their intelligence, and though one paper contradicts what three others say, they know without weekly intelligence that taxes are imposed; therefore the accounts that advise them of their tendency they know to be true, and the other to be lies and fallhoods. I have now answered the impudent assertions of the Tories, they are base stratagems to disunite us, but be not deceived, let us continue (as we have hitherto been) firm and obstinate. They are endeavouring to brand our struggles (by their weekly publications) as weakness and folly, but however we know Britons by uniting in bold efforts have made Kings and tyrants tremble, and why Americans cannot do the same in their own dominions is something strange. To nip matters in their bud is a maxim so great in politics, that without it every imposition immediately becomes precedents for further.
"The dispute now is not who shall set the sails or handle the rudder, but whether sails, rudder, ship, and all shall sink or swim. It is not about the modes of government, but about the existence of our constitution." My countrymen, assemble yourselves together, fully weigh the daily encroachments on our rights. We are all on one bottom, we are all equally exposed. The fate of our country, and of our offspring wait your decision. It has been asked what we can do by our meetings? We can shew the world we are not led by faction, but that every individual is alarmed at his situation and is sensible how intimately it concerns himself. Let us always bear in memory the maxim of the Farmer, "by uniting we stand, by dividing we fall." A COUNTRYMAN.
TUESDAY, December 8. BOSTON.
We hear from Hollis, in New Hampshire, that on Tuesday last, one Wilkins, about 30 years of age, killed his father, by throwing a billet of wood at his head, which entered his skull, of which wound he very soon expired. He was afterwards apprehended and committed to Amherst Goal.
MARRIED: Mr. John Williams, Merchant, to Miss Katey Goldthwait, third daughter, of Ezekiel Goldthwait, Esq.
CHRISTIANSTED, [St. Croix] October 8. The following letter was written the week after the late hurricane, by a youth of this island, to his father; the copy of it fell by accident into the hands of a gentleman, who, being pleased with it himself, shewed it to others to whom it gave equal satisfaction, and who all agreed that it might not prove unentertaining to the public. The author's modesty in long refusing to submit it to public view, is the reason of its making its appearance so late as it now does.
St. Croix, Sept. 6, 1772. Honoured Sir, I TAKE up my pen just to give you an imperfect account of one of the most
dreadful hurricanes that memory or any records whatever can trace, which happened here on the 31st ultimo at night.
"It began about dusk, at north, and raged very violently till ten o'clock. Then ensued a sudden and unexpected interval, which lasted about an hour. Mean while the wind was shifting round to the South-West point, from whence it returned with redoubled fury and continued so until near three o'clock in the morning. Good God! what horror and destruction--it is impossible for me to describe--or you to form any idea of it. It seemed as if a total dissolution of nature was taking place. The roaring of the sea and wind--fiery meteors flying about in the air--the prodigious glare of almost perpetual lightning--the crash of the falling houses--and the ear-piercing shrieks of the distressed, where sufficient to strike astonishment into angels. A great part of the buildings throughout the island are levelled to the ground--almost all the rest, very much shattered--several persons killed and numbers utterly ruined--whole families running about the streets unknowing where to find a place of shelter--the sick exposed to the keenness of water and air--without a bed to lie upon--or a dry covering to their bodies--and our harbours entirely bare. In a word, misery, in all its most hideous shapes spread over the face of the country. A strong smell of gunpowder added somewhat to the terrors of the night; and it was observed that the rain was surprisingly salt. Indeed the water is so brackish and so full of sulphur that there is hardly any drinking it.
"My reflections and feelings on this frightful and melancholy occasion, are set forth in the following self-discourse.
"Where now, oh! vile worm, is all thy boasted fortitude and resolution (what is become of thy arrogance and self sufficiency?)--why dost thou tremble and stand aghast! how humble--how helpless--how contemptible you now appear. And for why? the jaring of elements--the discord of clouds! Oh! impotent presumptuous fool! how durst thou offend that omnipotence whose nod alone were sufficient to quell the destruction that hovers over thee or crush thee into atoms? see thy wretched helpless state, and learn to know thyself. Learn to know thyself. Learn to know thy best support--Despise thyself, and adore thy God. How sweet--how unutterably sweet were now the voice of an approving conscience;--then couldst thou say--hence ye idle alarms--why do I shrink? what have I to fear? a pleasing calm suspence! a short repose from calamity to end in eternal bliss?--let the earth rend--let the planets forsake their course--let the Sun be extinguished and the heavens burst asunder--yet what have I to dread? my staff can never be broken--in omnipotence I trusted.
"He who gave the winds to blow, and the lightnings to rage--even him have I always loved and served--his precepts have I observed--his commandments have I obeyed--and his perfections have I adored. He will snatch me from ruin--he will exalt me to the fellowship of angels and seraphs, and to the fulness of never ending joys.
"But alas! how different, how deplorable, how gloomy the prospect!--death comes rushing on in triumph, veiled in a mantle of tenfold darkness--His unrelenting scythe, pointed and ready for the stroke--On his right hand sits destruction, hurling the winds and belching forth flames;--Calamity on his left threatening famine disease and distress of all kinds--And oh! thou wretch, look still a little further; see the gulf of eternal misery open--there may'st thou shortly plunge--the just reward of thy vileness--Alas! whither canst thou fly? where hide thyself? thou canst not call upon thy God;--thy life has been a continual warfare with him.
"Hark--ruin and confusion on every side--'Tis thy turn next: but one short moment--even now--Oh Lord help--Jesus be merciful!
"Thus did I reflect, and thus at every gust of wind did I conclude,--until it pleased the Almighty to allay it--Nor did my emotions proceed either from the suggestions of too much natural fear, or a conscience overburthened with crimes of an uncommon cast. I thank God, this was not the case. The scenes of horror exhibited around us, naturally awakened such ideas in every thinking breast, and aggravated the deformity of every failing of our lives. It were a lamentable insensibility indeed, not to have had such feelings, and I think inconsistent with human nature.
"Our distressed helpless condition taught us humility and a contempt of ourselves. The horrors of the night--the prospect of an immediate, cruel death--or, as one may say, of
being crushed by the Almighty in his anger--filled us with terror. And every thing that had tended to weaken our interest with him, upbraided us in the strongest manner, with our baseness and folly. That which in a calm unruffled temper we call a natural cause, seemed then like a correction of the Deity. Our imagination represented him as an incensed master, executing vengeance on the crimes of his servants. The father and benefactor were forgot, and in that view a conscientiousness of our guilt filled us with despair.
"But see the Lord relents--he hears our prayer; the lightning ceases--the winds are appeased; the warring elements are reconciled, and all things promise peace. The darkness is dispelled, and drooping nature revives at the approaching dawn. Look back, oh! my soul; look back and tremble. Rejoice at thy deliverance, and humble thyself in the presence of thy deliverer.
"Yet hold, oh vain mortal! Check thy ill-timed joy. Art thou so selfish to exult because thy lot is happy in a season of universal woe? Hast thou no feelings for the miseries of thy fellow creatures? and art thou incapable of the soft pangs of sympathetic sorrow? Look around thee--and shudder at the view. See desolation and ruin where ere thou turnest thine eye? See thy fellow-creatures pale and lifeless; their bodies mangled; their souls snatched into eternity--unexpected! alas! Perhaps unprepared! hark the bitter groans of distress; see sickness and infirmities exposed to the inclemencies of wind and water! See tender infancy pinched with hunger and hanging on the mother's knees for food! See the unhappy mother's anxiety; her poverty denies relief; her breast heaves with pangs of maternal piety; her heart is bursting; the tears gush down her cheeks; O sight of woe! Oh distress unspeakable! My heart bleeds; but I have no power to solace! O ye, who revel in affluence, see the afflictions of humanity and bestow you superfluity to ease them. Say not, we have suffered also, and thence withhold your compassion. What are your sufferings compared to those? Ye have still more than enough left--Act wisely--succour the miserable and lay up a treasure in heaven.
"I am afraid, Sir, you will think this description more the efforts of imagination, than a true picture of realities. But I can affirm with the greatest truth, that there is not a single circumstance touched upon, which I have not absolutely been an eye witness to.
"Our General has issued several very salutary and humane regulations, and both in his public and private measures, has shewn himself the man."
WEDNESDAY, December 9. BOSTON.
Extract of a letter from Bermuda, to a gentleman in Philadelphia, dated October 22, 1772.
"I am sorry to acquaint you that we are in a very bad situation at present: Corn has sold here for some time at 5/4, 6/8, and 10/8 per bushel, flour at 35/ per Ct. very bad, and at present not any one article above-mentioned to sell in all Bermuda, except about 200 barrels of very bad old corn; we stand in great need of speedy relief, particularly with corn, having a very bad crop of potatoes. As it is in your power to give information to the publick by advertisement, I should be much obliged to you to do it, by which means we may be relieved in our necessitous condition."
DIED: Mrs. Sowerby, wife of Mr. Sowerby, hatter. At Marshfield, Mrs. Mary Winlow, consort of the hon General Winlow. At Cambridge, Mrs. Phoebe Dana, widow of the late Mr. Caleb Dana. At Falmouth, Cape Cod, Mr. James Milk, and Mr. Nathan Wilson.
This day was published. And sold by E. RUSSELL, in Union Street, THE Massachusetts CALENDAR, or Wonderful ALMANACK, for the year of our Lord 1773. Containing, besides the usual calculations, &c. An account of a young giant.--A new matrimonial creed.--A method to raise Wheat--Useful hints to those who would be rich.--Useful receipts.--Entertaining anecdotes.--Thoughts on various subjects.--Journal of a Matrimonial week.--Poetry, &c.
To be SOLD, cheap. A HEALTHY, strong NEGRO Man, fit for farming or shipping. Enquire of the Printer. Sold for no fault.
THURSDAY, December 10. BOSTON.
On Tuesday, November 10th, his Excellency Charles-Greville Montagu, Governor of South Carolina, DissOLVED the General Assembly of that province after making a speech; which speech is come to hand, and will be in our next.
The report some time ago propagated of the death of Governor Leybourne, was without foundation.
We hear that a number of the Indians at St. Vincents have laid down their arms, and delivered themselves up to the governor.
We hear that the trial of Amell Nicholson for the murder of three men and a boy, on board a Schooner, as formerly mentioned, is put off, in order that some light may be had if possible in this, at present, mysterious but melancholy event.
Arrived at Bermuda, Capt. George Tucker from Salem.
* * A piece signed "REMARKER" to Mr. Aaron Davis, jun. came to hand last evening by the Hartford post.
MARINE LIST.
PORT of BOSTON, December 5.
ARRIVED: Pepper, Tracey and Barker from Newfoundland; Bosworth, Bettie, and Gaspee, from Maryland; Watt and McClellan, from Quebec; Hatch, from Philadelphia; from Newfoundland; Hammon, from New Providence; Butler from Equebo; Edridge, and Waters from Cape Nichola; Phillips, from Jamaica and Cape Nichola; Bartlett, from Jamaica; Blodgett from Surranam; Given from St. Croix.
PORT of RHODE ISLAND, November 30.
Arrived: French, from New York; Wheaton from Salem; Spencer, from Nantucket; Luce, from Machias; Baker, from Fishing; Whitney from New London; Allen from Hispaniola.
PORT of NEW LONDON, December 4.
Arrived: Christophers from Cape Francois; Chappel from New York.
PORT of NEW HAVEN, December 3.
Arrived: Hawley from Boston.
PORT of NEW YORK, December 3.
Arrived: Young, Watson, Halbrook and Lewis from Busto; Farmer from London; Cheevers from Liverpool; Long from Cork and St. Ubes; Marquis from Glasgow; Moody from St. Ubes; Harris and De La Roch from Hispaniola; Reye and Mercer from Quebec; Barnard from Boston; Prince from Cayenne; Smart from Dominica; Darel from Lisbon; Lowndes from St. Croix; Mountayne from Genesse; Richardson from Cadiz; Smith from North-Carolina; Hunt from South-Carolina; Huffington from Virginia; Black, Williams, Webbler and Riker from Rhode-Island; Rose from Honduras.
PORT of PHILADELPHIA, November 25.
Arrived: Coulburn from Honduras; Workman from Antigua; Moore from South-Carolina; Anderson from Newfoundland; Thompson and Hunt from North-Carolina; Stephen from Maryland; Burchall from Tortola; Waterman and Gardner from Nantucket.
Imported from Quebec by the last Vessel, And to be Sold by JOHN SCOLLAY, Jun. At the corner of Wings Lane, Dock Square,
A VARIETY of Martin and Sable MUFFS and TIPPETS, made in the newest Fashion by a Furrier from Paris. At the same Place may be had, as usual, West-India and New-England Rum, by Wholesale or Retail, and Groceries of all kinds; Capers, Olives and Anchovies, &c. &c. &c.
FIVE DOLLARS Reward. DESERTED from his Lodgings, on the Evening of the 3rd Instant, one ROBERT HILLBORN, about twenty seven Years of Age, of a middling Size, very much marked with a red Face and Nose, very black hair, &c. talks very freely, and seemingly honest. He stole, or otherwise carried off, a new cloth coloured Ratteen Surtout Coat, the Buttons lighter coloured than the Cloth; a pair of washed Buck-skin Breeches, a pair of silver Shoe and Knee Buckles, &c. &c. Whoever will take up said HILLBORN, and convey him to Edward Westworth at the South End of Boston, will do the Publick a great Service, by detecting such a Rogue, and shall be paid five Dollars Reward, and all necessary Charges, by said EDWARD WENTWORTH.
NEW RICE, Just imported and to be sold by JOHN WINTHROP, At his Store at the south-side of Faneuil-Hall, Market.

CASH given for FLAX-SEED, And a good price, At JOHN WINTHROP's store, south side of the Market.
This Day was published, price 1s. lawful money, And to be sold by
JAMES FOSTER CONDY, At his store in Union-street, directly opposite to the Cornfield, Boston,
A POEM, entitled the GRAVE. By ROBERT BLAIR, The house appointed for all the living. Job.
To which is added, An ELEGY, written in a Country Church-Yard. By Mr. GRAY.
This pamphlet will fully recommend itself to the best judges and lovers of poetry.
Said CONDY, has by the several vessels last from London, received a general Supply of the most modern
BOOKS,
In Law, Physick, History, Divinity, and every branch of polite Literature—Bibles, Testaments, Psalm-Books, Pсалters, Primers, Books for the amusement and instruction of children, &c. &c. &c.
STATIONARY, &c.
Writing Paper of every sort, press Paper, account Books of every size and quality, gentlemen and ladies, pocket Books very neat, afs-skin and ivory memorandum Books, Quills, Pens, Ink-Powder, leather Ink-Pots, various sorts of Penknives, writing Books, glass Ink-Pots, glass sand ditto, Slates, Wafers, red and black sealing-Wax, wooden sand Boxes, shining Sand, Pounce and pounce Boxes, black lead Pencils, Trunks, Ink Jugs, slate Paper, Parchment, ivory Folders, nose Spectacles, temple ditto, ditto green Glasses, double temple Spectacles, mathematical Instruments, ditto half Cases, Dividers and steel Pens, sliding Rules, &c. &c. &c.
ALSO,
Barometers, air Thermometers, ditto for boiling Water, Diagonal Machines for viewing of prints—reading Glasses, glasses for near-sighted persons, concave and convex Glasses, watchmaker's Glasses, a convex Glass for drawing landscapes, acromatic prospective Glasses, prospective Glasses from four inches to four feet in length, pocket Globes, small ditto mounted, Microscopes steel pen-Engines, Maps of New-England, ditto of New-York, ditto of the world, &c. &c. &c.
N. B. All those persons who please to purchase at said store, may depend upon buying as cheap as at any store in BOSTON or AMERICA, without exception, and used in such a manner as will leave no room for complaint, but give entire satisfaction.
IRISH LINENS.
WILLIAM SCOTT,
At the IRISH LINEN STORE in Ann-street, near the Draw-Bridge, Boston, Has just imported from Ireland,
A Large quantity of 3-4, 7-8 and yard-wide Linens of all prices, Diapers, clouting ditto, Huckabuck, Dowlas, Table Cloths, 9 3/4s wide Sheetings, white Ticken, brown Hollands, &c.
A great variety of European and India Goods, amongst which are, broad Cloths, Lambkins, Coatings, Baizes, &c. silk and worsted Stuffs, Poplins, Crapes, Denmark Lustres, Mouselins, Dorsetteens, Camblets, worsted Damasks, &c. Satins and capuchin Silks of all colours, with lace and fur trimmings, Ducapes, striped and plain Lutefestings, English Damasks, &c. a large assortment of Ribbons, Gauzes, striped and flowered Jaconet and 6-4 wide book Muslin of all prices; Jersey, Aberdeen knit, and patent ribbed men's worsted Hose, ditto plain of all colours, for men, women and children; with too great a multiplicity of goods, suitable for the season, to be enumerated in an advertisement, all which will be sold at the lowest reduced prices for ready money only.
Excellent Gloucester Cheese, French Indigo, Teas, Coffee, Spices, &c. patent Cakes for making the liquid shining blacking for shoes and leather bottomed chairs, &c. a number of low priced bound Books of divinity, Bibles, Testaments, &c.
TALLOW CANDLES,
At 8d. L.M. or 5s. O.T. by the single pound.
ALSO,
BEST Spermaceti White OIL, Clarified for LAMPS, by the barrel, or in smaller quantities. Sold by
JOHN LANGDON,
In Fleet-street, at the head of John Hancock, Esq's. wharf, near the Old-North meeting-house.
ALL Persons indebted to WILLIAM WINGFIELD, whose accounts, notes, &c. have been standing above one year, are desired to make speedy payment or they may depend they will be sued to January court without any further notice, as a great many have been deficient in paying their accounts and notes a number of years. He begs that they would not want to be called on any more.
He has for Sale at his shop in Union-street, Boston, a great variety of GOODS, suitable for all seasons, which he is determined to sell exceeding low for Cash only. All favours gratefully acknowledged.
Boston, Nov. 5. 1772.
To the Inhabitants of the Town of BOSTON. GENTLEMEN,
As I have had the pleasure, to deliver my thoughts in public, upon the Beauties of LIBERTY; it is requested that those thoughts may be published, at this alarming season: But as it would be very unpolitic in a stranger to take this freedom, without asking the approbational leave of the Gentlemen of Boston, the author therefore with permission takes this humble method, to invite a subscription to a concise Essay upon the Beauties of LIBERTY in its Political and Sacred branches; entitled,
The AMERICAN ALARM,
Or, a Confirmation of the Boston Plea, for the Rights and Liberties of the People.
Humbly addressed to the King and Council, and to the Constitutional sons of Liberty in America, by their humble servant,
A BRITISH BOSTONIAN.
Subscriptions are taken in by D. KNEELAND, & N. DAVIS.
To be SOLD, by JONATHAN DAVIS,
At his Store on Bull's wharf,
TWO hundred barrels of Tar, Brimstone, West-India and New-England Rum, Jamaica Spirits, Salt, a few bales of Cotton-Wool, Long-Island Hay in bundles.
JOHN WINTHROP,
Advertises the public, THAT he has removed from the store situated between Mr. Benjamin Andrews, and Mr. Samuel Elliot, jun. near the Swing-Bridge, to that lately improved by Mr. Thomas Symmes, opposite the South side of the Market, Where he has to sell as cheap as can reasonably be expected.
Choice Philadelphia Duck, flour, Ticklenburghs, Bar Iron, Window glass of all sorts, Cordage, Osnaburgs, Loaf and brown sugar, Nails, &c. &c. Cod Lines, Pepper. Best Nova Scotia Peas.
New Book-Store.
JOHN LANGDON, Opposite Mr. THOMAS LEVERETT's leading to the Market,
Informs his friends, and the Public, that he has received in the several last ships from London and Scotland,
A LARGE and Grand Assortment of BOOKS in all Arts and Sciences, which, with his former importations, make as large a collection as is to be found at any Store in America. As he intends for England in the Spring, every Gentleman who may please to favour him with their custom may depend on purchasing at a little more than the sterling cost and charges. The least favours gratefully acknowledged.
JACOB HEMET, DENTIST to her Majesty and the Princess Amelia.
BEGS Leave to recommend to the Public, his newly discovered Essence of Pearl, and Pearl Dentifrice, which he has found to be greatly superior not only in elegance, but also in efficacy, to any thing hitherto made use of for complaints of the Teeth and Gums: Particularly they will preserve the Teeth in a perfect sound state, even to old age; they render them white and beautiful, without in the least impairing the enamel; loosen such as are loose, keep such as are already decayed from becoming worse, prevent the Tooth-Ach, perfectly cure the Scurvy in the Gums, and make them grow firm and close to the teeth; they likewise render the breath delicate, sweet, and remedy almost all those disorders that are the consequence of scorbutic gums.
Sold (by appointment of Mr. Hemet) wholesale and retail, by W. Bayley, Perfumer, in Cockspur-street, near the bottom of the Hay-market, London, and at William Scott's Irish Linen Store, near the Draw-Bridge, Boston, New-England.
DANIEL SCOTT,
At his Medicine Store the Sign of the Leopard, South End.
TAKES this method of informing all Gentlemen, Ladies, and others, who have had the Misfortune to lose their Teeth, that he still continues the Business of making and fixing artificial Teeth as usual, in so elegant a manner as to be but little inferior to the natural, either in Use or Beauty, as many who have experienced them can testify: Where also any Person afflicted with painful Stumps or unsound Teeth, may have them removed with a peculiar Dexterity and Ease.—And all Persons who have the Scurvy in their Teeth, which threatens their removal though found, may have them cleaned without hurting the Enamel, or in the least degree impairing them, and may be supplied with his DENTITIUM CONSERVATOR, which is an excellent Powder, the best adapted for preserving the Teeth and Gums, and preventing them from Aching, of any Preparation ever offered to the Public: It will cure the Scurvy in the Gums, bring the Teeth to their original Whiteness, and by a continuance of its Use, will Preserve both Teeth and Gums in a pure state during life.—It is not pretended that it will perform Impossibilities, that it will make rotten Teeth sound, or will ease them when they violently ach; but it will assuredly preserve those Teeth found that are so, and cause the Gums to adhere to them and prevent those that are decayed in part, from becoming worse.
At the above Store may be had
Morgan's useful Eye-Water, which has in so many cases been found serviceable that it must escape the censure of the most critical Oculist—Brigsten's famous Bug Liquid, which effectually destroys those hateful Vermine,—be they ever so numerous.—
An assortment of genuine patentee and other Medicines of the best quality, and Medicine Boxes for Families or Shipping, with exact and particular directions for using them, and a variety of other articles cheap.
The above Powder may be had also of Cox and Berry in Boston, Doctor Kaff in Salem, and Dummer Jewett, Esq; at Ipswich
To be SOLD, by NATHANIEL RUSSELL,
In Common-street, a little to the northward of Dr. Byles's Meeting-House, BOSTON,
A Compleat assortment of HOUSEHOLD FURNITURE, consisting of Clocks, Tables, Chairs, Bedsteads, dumb Waiters, &c. &c. Cheap for Cash.
To be sold by Samuel Sloane, at his Distil-House, opposite the Blue-ball and Mason's Arms, formerly Green-Dragon, New-England RUM, and all sorts of SPIRITS, cheap for cash or Molasses; and as he makes those articles himself, he will warrant them fit for any market.
ALL Persons that are indebted to the Printer hereof, will greatly oblige him by making speedy payment.
MATHEMATICAL INSTRUMENTS.
WILLIAM WILLIAMS, Mathematical Instrument Maker,
Has to SELL
At his Shop, at the Sign of Sir Isaac Newton,
At the Head of the Long-Wharf,
BOSTON,
THE largest assortment of Hadley's and Davis's Quadrants ever in New-England; also hanging and standing Compasses in brass and wood; Gauging and Surveying Instruments, Cases of Mathematical Instruments with steel joints, half cases ditto; Telescopes of various lengths, in ivory, wood and fish-skin; Plotting Scales and Protractors, Gunter Scales and Dividers, four and two pole Surveying Chains, artificial Magnets with cases, Sand-Glasses from two hours to a quarter of a minute; Instruments of a new construction to measure Boards; an assortment of Brass Pocket-Compasses: Box Rules, Jack-Knives, brass and pewter Ink-Stands, plated Shoe, and Knee Buckles, Pinchbeck, Block-tin and Brass do. Compass Scales, Warch Keys, &c.
BOOKS.
Straits and Mediterranean Pilot, Southern Pilot, Mariner's Calendar, Daily Assistant, Wilson's Navigation, Young Man's best Companion, Patoun's Treatise of Navigation, Atkinson's Epitome, A Complete System of Navigation. By John Barrow. Practical Navigation. By John Seller. Large Charts of the English Channel. Large Charts for the Coast of Guinea. Nine Leaves Charts for the Channel and Straits.
Ditto for West-Indies.
STATIONARY.
Writing Paper. Dutch Quills. Sealing-Wax. Wafers. Slates. Black Lead and Slate Pencils. Quire Books covered with Marble Papers. Ditto ruled for Journals.
A Variety of Instruments, too tedious to mention, are made and sold at the above place, and as he has had a thorough experience, he doubts not of giving satisfaction.
N. B. All instruments with said William's name, will be made true without charge.
STOLEN out of the house of Mr. Perrey, innholder, on the road between Woods-Hole and Boston, on the 10th instant, the following articles, viz. One broad red striped jacket, one coarse linen shirt, one child's fine linen ditto, one gauze handkerchief, two pair of worsted stockings, one pair blue the other blue and white spotted, one worsted night cap, one pair dimothy drawers, one pair long trowsers made of sail cloth: They are supposed to be stolen by one John Chambers, (as he has been seen since the robbery was committed with part of the cloaths on) he is a well-set fellow, about five feet five or six inches high, wears his own short curled hair, rather sandy, pitted with the small pox, has lost the use of one of his eyes; he has been a fishing at the Island of St. John's this summer, he came from Halifax in the schooner Mary, Capt. French, and was landed at Martha's Vineyard a few days before: Whoever will apprehend the thief so that he may be brought to justice, shall receive Two Dollars reward and all necessary charges paid, by CHRISTOPHER POTTS, Boston, November 19. 1772.
To be sold at JOHN SAVAGE's Store No. 13. on the Long wharf, two hundred barrels of Philadelphia FLOUR, a few barrels of superfine ditto, a quantity of Cocoa and Chocolate, Bar Iron, cheap for Cash.
JAMES MORTIMER,
TALLOW-CHANDLER, At the head of Hancock's Wharf, near the Old-North Meeting-house, will sell
GOOD CANDLES, for twelve Coppers by the single pound; and will give half a pistercen a pound for mer-ble tried Tallow by the barrel, &c.
BOSTON: Printed by ISAIAH THOMAS,
At the South Corner of MARSHAL'S LANE, leading from the MILL-BRIDGE into UNION-STREET, where all Persons may be supplied with this Paper at Six Shillings and Eight Pence Lawful Money, per Annum, unsealed, and Eight Shillings sealed and directed; and where Articles of Intelligence, &c. are thankfully received;—ADVERTISEMENTS taken in.—PRINTING in its various Branches, performed in a neat Manner, with the greatest Care and Dispatch, on the most reasonable Terms. Small HAND-BILLS at an Hour's Notice. SUBSCRIPTIONS for the SPY are also taken in by J. Larkin, Chairmaker, and Mr. W. Calder, Painter, in Charles-town, Mr. J. Hiller, Watchmaker in Salem; Mr. B. Emerson, Bookseller, in Newbury-Port; and Mr. M. Becher, in Bridgewater.