The Virginia gazette (Williamsburg, Va.), 1772-02-06 00:00:00

VIRGINIA
GAZETTE.
open to ALL PARTIES,
but influenced by NONE.
DUBLIN, October 9.
PARLIAMENTARY INTELLIGENCE.
YESTERDAY, according to antient custom, the streets leading from the castle to the Parliament House were lined with the military: The Lord Lieutenant was escorted through the midst, with the execrations of an innumerable multitude: he entered the House of Lords-pale, and fatigued. After taking his seat, assisted by his Excellency made a most gracious return from the Throne. We have already informed our readers that the substance of that speech would consist in—Bless'd are they who assist the POOR, for they shall be comforted. The public are not disappointed. Never was there a speech delivered in that House more deserving the public contempt. The young Prince must be provided for; old arrears must be paid off; money must be obtained—borrowed—or—. A very pretty plea is made. No money was required last session; his Majesty had no occasion to beg; no supplies were wanting: Now it is urged, as no demands were made last session; as no taxes were laid on the people to defray the expenses of government; as the public were not drained of their property the last meeting of Parliament, the people cannot think it an hardship to contribute double the money on that account, for contingent expenses. They must borrow, they must lend, in fact, they must do more than ever they did before; for money must be had to pay off old debts, and maintain the honour and dignity of the Crown. We will leave his Excellency here, and take a view of the House of Commons.
According to antient practice, the Speaker re-echoed the speech from the Chair. A debate ensued: Sir George Macartney moved for an address to be made to his Excellency the Lord Lieutenant for his most gracious speech from the Throne. Amazing! Colonel Brown [this not amazing] seconded the motion. Happily for this country Doctor Lucas opposed the motion: He urged that Lord Townshend was a mere tool of government, a ministerial hireling; in short, a puppet actuated by the
tenant, as entered in the journals, should be read, which particularly thanked him for his just and prudent administration. Which being read, "Now says this tool, what has materially happened in the short space of about six months, that this House should so differ in their opinion concerning the conduct of the Lord Lieutenant? Will it not lessen our dignity? Will it not appear highly inconsistent? Nay, will it not be the height of folly, especially after the whole House has given their assent and approbation to his measures, to change their opinion, and treat his Excellency with such coolness and contempt?
Mr. Flood, however, soon convinced every impartial man of the weakness and absurdity of this reasoning, by declaring the means by which such address was obtained, and that though it was carried in point of number, not a member present, were he to speak his own private opinion, would deny, but that that address was not only void of truth, but contrary to the opinion of many in that House in particular, and the whole kingdom in general.
Monk Mason, Esq; insisted that the great cause of all our disturbances was owing to the many scandalous and rancorous publications circulated every day through this metropolis, and heartily wished that some means, some very effectual means, could be devised to put a stop to those inflammatory papers. Poor man!
Early in the debate a motion was made by Mr. Flood, that one of the lights in the dome should be taken out, in order to admit a greater quantity of fresh air. Some members opposed it, on account of the danger of catching cold. Dr. Lucas immediately replied, that he hoped the Speaker nor none of the honourable Gentlemen would think him pedantic if he presumed in that case to give his advice, as he was always ready to prescribe for the good of his friends. That if the North light was taken out, the wind being about South West, the foul air (he was sorry to say there was foul air in the House of Commons) would go out, and the fresh come in without endangering the health of any Gentleman on that occasion much laugh-
purpose to use the most effectual methods to stop their progress, and prevent them for the future. That they will give particular attention to those great national objects the linen manufacture, and the protestant charter schools. They beg leave to assure his Majesty, that in all their deliberations they will support, to the best of their power, the honour of the Crown, and the true interest of their country.
An amendment was proposed to be made to the address, by expunging the words, "They return their humble thanks to his Majesty for continuing his Excellency the Lord Viscount Townshend in the government of this kingdom, from whose long experience of their loyalty and zeal for his Majesty's service, from whose approved integrity, and from whose sincere wishes for the prosperity of this country, manifested during a residence of four years amongst them, they had every reason to expect that the business of the session would be carried on with candour, temper and unanimity." But it was carried in the negative.
The following lines, being an humble parody on the very elegant and masterly verses in Rind's Gazette, of November the 28th, under the signature of S. N. supposed to be, by mistake, for S. H. are, with all due deference, inscribed to the Reverend Mr. H—y, by his most obedient servant, RURICOLA.
THO' else unsung, you trill the simity lay, That boasts yourself a bard to equal GRAY: Tho' not more like than monkies are to men, You ape the keenness of a Junian pen; 'Tis all in vain! O heat a rustic muse Sing other strains: And thou, dread Sir, excuse Her pride, if, lur'd by thee, Pierian streams She too dares sip, and sing com'nial dreams. His sleep inspiring poppies round my head The gentle God of slumbers now has shed; When, lo! methought, by those Lethean pools, Where stray the motley tribes of scribbling tools, In tawdry vest, of variegated hue, A well known form approach'd my eager view: Art thou, I cry'd, as in his broad round face, The quondam laureat's vacant phiz I trace? Art thou, I cry'd, O fire of lilly odes,
the courageous, the patriotic Col. Brown moved, that the House should be cleared. The House was cleared. To man, no elector, was suffered to hear what might possibly be alleged against the enslave of Ireland; what might justly be laid to his charge. This is liberty. O sons of Hibernia, how long will ye submit to the tyranny of such rulers!
Oct. 11. Wednesday a very warm debate began in the House, on the address of thanks to his Majesty, and another to his Excellency the Lord Lieutenant, for his most gracious speech from the Throne. The court party met with a very strong opposition, and able speakers, who vehemently protested against every paragraph in the address to Lord Townshend, except one, which expressed their loyalty and duty to the King. Dr. Lucas, Henry Flood, Esq; Mr. Huxley, Sir William Mayne, Mr. French, and several others, particularly exerted themselves on this occasion, especially in their debate on the fourth paragraph of the address, respecting the large arrear which has been incurred on account of the parliamentary deductions made from the revenue, for the payment of different grants for premiums, bounties, and public works. The above Gentlemen were unanimously of opinion that it would be highly improper to address his Excellency, at least till such time as the accounts were properly brought before them, and examined, in order that they might be convinced of the fact, whether the large arrear was more owing to the aforesaid grants, or the great number of places and pensions so flagrantly distributed among the members which compose the party in favour of the court. Mr. Flood was particularly warm, noble, and piously expressive, on this subject, and gave his hearty negative to the whole paragraph. The Provost, Mr. Hutchinson, the Attorney General, and Monk Mason, Esq; were the principal speakers in favour of the court, but who, when the conduct of the Lord Lieutenant was called in question, had not a word to say in his defence. Indeed one of them, Mr. Hutchinson, endeavoured to defend his conduct in regard to the prorogation, by saying that his Excellency had consulted every proper person [We suppose on the court side] both in England and Ireland, before he would consent to it; But all his friends being of opinion that it was a just act, his compliance was much to be commended by every real well wisher to the prosperity and welfare of this kingdom. With respect to the accounts of the expenses of government, a member insisted that the word his Excellency ought to have sufficient weight with the members of that House, and that, therefore, no delay should be made in sending up an address of thanks, merely because the accounts were not made out clear to every member then present.
Counsellor Hallen, a court member, moved that the address of thanks to his Excellency the Lord Lieu-
tioners in this kingdom, observed, that every former Lord Lieutenant had been to preserve this power to himself, in order to provide for his own friends, the policy of the English was very conspicuous in appointing the present Lord Lieutenant to the government of Ireland, because having no friend to appoint, they have got the power into their own hands, and, consequently, may work as they please with their own tools.
After debating on the question, whether an address should be presented to the Lord Lieutenant, about half an hour after three in the morning, it was resolved in the affirmative! Which address, the Speaker, attended by a numerous train of dependent members, presented yesterday to the Lord Lieutenant at the castle.
After which the House adjourned to Monday the 28th instant, and on Tuesday the 29th, will be a general call of the House.
Messrs. Waller, the new commissioner that is to be, Burke, jun. surveyor of stores, and Swan, messenger extraordinary, we hear, are to be particularly rewarded by government for their assiduity in searching the collydores for skulking members.
The following is the substance of the address of the House of Commons to be presented to his Majesty: They assure his Majesty of their firm attachment to his sacred person, Royal Family, and government; and return their humble thanks to his Majesty for continuing his Excellency the Lord Viscount Townshend in the government of this kingdom, from whose long experience of their loyalty and zeal for his Majesty's service, from whose sincere wishes for the prosperity of this country, manifested during a residence of four years amongst them, they have every reason to expect, that the business of this session will be carried on with candour, temper, and unanimity. They congratulate his Majesty upon the further addition to his Majesty's Royal House, by the birth of another Prince, an event which must give the highest pleasure to a people deeply interested in every thing that can contribute to his Majesty's happiness. That they bring with them every disposition to promote the honour of the Crown, and the service of the public: And that his Majesty may be assured that they will take into their most serious consideration, those important objects, recommended to them from the Throne, and cheerfully make every provision for the honourable support of his Majesty's government, the security of this kingdom, and the maintenance of the public credit. That they have seen with extreme concern, the illegal associations, and audacious outrages committed by the lower order of people, in different counties of this kingdom, and particularly in some places in the North, which if not duly attended to, must be productive of the most fatal consequences; and which they are truly sensible are disgraceful to a country of liberty, and ruinous to a country of commerce; and that it is their firm
With quaint encomiums all on sweet, dear self; "Cease to complain, reply'd the courteous shade; "Soon other Colleys shall revive the trade; "In yonder western world behold a youth, "A foe to ev'ry friend of wit and truth, "That loves not him. See his indignant hand "Hurl keen Philippias round the guiltless land, "Gainst all her sons, howe'er unknown to fame, "That dare but whisper H—y is to blame. "See him with here and there a languid spark "Of bastard wit, just glimm'ring thro' the dark, "In unfrequented nooks and crannies gleaming "Some shreds of lore, and scatter'd scraps of meaning; "Filling a gazing world with vast surprize, "How he alone thou'd be so wondrous wise: "Whilist ever and anon he calls the nine, "Their tributes all to bring to H—y's shrine; "Bid each Gazette great H—y's name encore, "And H—y, H—y, echo ev'ry shore. "Hail, mighty Goddess, cloud compelling pow'r! "As erst on me, on H—y blessings show'r: "On him, indulgent, all thy spirit breathe, "For him prepare another Bathian wreath; "High on the tablet of a Dunciad fame "Again engrave another H—y's name."
A series of letters between Sir CHARLES BANBY and Lady SARAH BANBY.
As these letters are founded upon a remarkable transaction, which appeared in the public papers, and are genuine, we have added the paragraph by way of illustration, which is to this effect:
"It is said to be an absolute fact that Lady Sarah Banby, who is now at the house of his Grace the Duke of —, her brother, will very shortly return, and live with her husband. The story, as circulates among the great, is this: Sir Charles wrote to his Lady, insisting on her sending home to him her last child. She returned for answer that it was none of his; that the father was Lord W—; and that she would not part from it. The husband replied that no matter who was the father, but he would have the child. Lady Banby answered a second time, that she would part with her life before she would with her infant; and that if he continued in his demand for it, she would come to it, for no power on earth should separate them. In consequence of this, Sir Charles wrote for both to return together; which, it is said, is now actually agreed upon."
Sir Charles Banby to Lady Sarah Banby.
PASSION leaves sometimes a cool hour to reason. This was the subject of my last prophecy. Am I a true or false prophet? Your dignity of soul will always predominate; passion may toss and struggle, but it will grow stronger from the conflict, and the gayest woman will at last become the wisest.

But when will that era arrive? When will the most beautiful woman become the most prudent? When will you come back again to that point in your orbit from which you have departed?
I am sure it will come, though I cannot tell when. I know it must arrive; may the Heavens accelerate that long wished for moment! A moment that will restore my dear Sarah to herself; and what raptures fire me when I add, to me! This return will dignify even thy fall; and thou shalt appear not less great in the conversion than thou hast in thy faults. My pen trembles while I look back on the last word, and love hath made me blot it out by the falling of a tear.
I know the sensibility of thy heart, and am afraid that sympathy may lessen thy enjoyments. It would be barbarous to rob thee of what thou has taken such pains to purchase. Thy flight was a pursuit after pleasure, and I cannot hate thee; nor can I wish to make thee unhappy a single moment. I still will call thee mine, nor shall provocation ever prevail on me to quit the hold I have upon thee. To think of losing would be to deserve the loss. No, Sarah, never shall a thought of that kind debase my soul, or give the world an opportunity to imagine that any object can be more amiable to me than thou art, or that life itself can subsist without the flattering hope of our re-union! The treasure is so valuable that it will repay the longest expectation, and can never be expected with too much patience; my patience shall be equal to thy worth, and my forgiveness shall be superior to thy foibles.
Thou art still mine, O Sarah! Sarah! thou art still mine! Come then once more to one whose affection has obliterated all thy faults; whose pity will throw a veil over all thy failings. I accuse the not; thou has obeyed nature, and nature will be obeyed; I have obeyed her myself, and can I then cast any reproaches on thee?
Return to thy unfortunate husband! let us once more indulge—But oh!
[Here the manuscript was so blotted with tears, that the transcriber chose to omit the remainder of the sentence, rather than do injustice to the agonies of Sir Charles Bunbury.]
I know what ties thou must break to comply with my request. Can I think that thou canst burst them? The very imagination seems with absurdity? Lord William—must become Sir Charles Bunbury before thou canst admit of such a thought. I ardently wish that Lord W—was thy husband, and then I might perhaps become the object of thy affections, and thy pleasures.
Would I cease then to be thy husband? Upon this condition I would; I would make any surrender to hear thee say—I love thee! But thou shalt love me even without the dissolution of the nuptial tie. I am not so fond of the example of the genteel mob, as to copy them in this instance. I have too much value for thee to be guilty of so much indifference; nor will I ever fling away a diamond of inestimable value.
Give me then thyself, or give me what thou valuest more. Send me thy youngest child, if thou canst bear to be severed from him. If thou canst not accompany him thyself, My demand is peremptory. I will, have the child. In this thing only I insist on the rights of an husband. Compliance shall be extorted, if hate will not prevail; nor will I receive any other answer to this than that which I am determined to have.
Lady Sarah's answer to Sir Charles Bunbury.
THOU hast said that thou wilt insist upon the rights of a husband. It would have been time enough to have made that declaration when I had assumed the name of a wife. The ties of love are superior to every claim of mere ceremony. The union of hearts, not the joining of hands, makes two persons one, and constitutes a real marriage. I think myself more nearly related to Lord W—than to thee. Thou hast only an external property, but he reigns in my heart, as I do in his, and we live only for each other. Whence comes it that thou hast stripped thyself of that delicacy which thou didst possess formerly, amidst the greatest provocations? Dost thou think to reclaim my wandering heart by menaces, or to insinuate thyself into my esteem by assuming a character which has no charms to me? I knew before this thou wast my husband. Why then dost thou intrude the lifeless name into my sight? Is it to give new vigour to my present flame? Or to preserve it from the danger of languishing? I left thee, because thou wast my husband. Can I obey thee for the same reason? I cannot while my affection is placed on another, and while I look on love as the only charm of my life. The obedience of a feeling heart may merit encouragement. All submission that is extorted is the compliance of an irrational, not of a rational, being. When thou shalt praise the chariot for bearing thee, thou wilt then know the estimation of reluctant compliance. My acquiescence will give thee no transport: It will undoubtedly affect me with torture. And is a man of Sir Charles's benevolence capable of tormenting one on whom he dotes? Is cruelty compatible with love? O Sir Charles! Shall I add the epithet of cruelty to thy name? Dost thou think I shall submit to tyranny? Canst thou imagine that love will suffer any dangers to intimidate me? Dost thou imagine that I would surrender the greatest trifle that belongs to Lord W—unto thee? Whatever he touches is turned to gold. He realizes that fable, which appears to be incredible. I live only in his presence, and I cannot but value a shred that belongs to one who gives life all its charms, and chases away all its cares.
Send thee my youngest child! My child! my child! Dost thou know what thou askest? Ask the Indian Monarch for all his treasures! The gift would not equal the value of what thou askest me. The Statesman may be fond of power, the commander fond of victory, the miser fond of gold, but what is their fondness to mine? Dost thou know how much I love Lord W—? Dost thou know the yearning of a mother for the dear pled-
ges of her love? Why then couldst thou have asked so extravagant a concession? Why hast thou sent a demand which pierces my bosom with a thousand daggers? The child shall not be surrendered! I would sooner die at thy feet; I would sooner quit Lord W—, and give thee his place in my love, than I would sacrifice the little innocent to thy request. But thou dost demand; thou wilt not receive a denial: Weak man! stop in thy career, and let me whisper a truth to thee which will fill thy bosom with agonies. Thou hast no claim to the dear infant! He is not thine! He is Lord W—'s! He is mine, and shall be no where but in the place where I and Lord W— are. Frown not! I brave thy thunders. Death only shall separate me from the sweet infant, and from Lord W—.
Sir Charles Bunbury in reply to Lady Sarah.
ARE then my intreaties vain? Wilt thou still persist in exercising all the powers which are attendant upon beauty? Will not reason vindicate its claim? Yes it will! And if I can but wait with patience, I shall not wait in vain. Patience is torture to one who loves like me, to one who loves one like thee.
Though thou hast endeavoured to provoke my indignation, thou hast routed no other virtue but forgiveness. I know the fervour of thy affection. I place thy foibles to the account of nature. I cannot blame thy passion because I wish that I was the object. I cannot blame thy passion, for I know it is not in thy power either to restrain it, or to divert its course. I know myself culpable. Can I then sharpen the instrument against thee which must recoil on myself?
But even thou sayest that I exert the power of tyranny! Over whom? Over my dear Sarah? It cannot be! Can the slave be accused of despotism? When this shall cease to be an absurdity, then I will shew myself a tyrant to Lady Sarah! She knows too well her power over me; she knows too well that no sacrifice would be too great to conciliate her affections. Can she then imagine that I would take any steps to render myself an object of her hatred? I have too long been an object of her indifference. Could I but recal the lovely wanderer! My sighs would then be turned into exultations, and my agonies would be converted into raptures. This is a vicissitude devoutly to be wished. But, alas! when—I am overpowered with the glorious idea, and my pen falls from my hand.
I know too well thou canst not brook the least controul. Thy behaviour in the coach, when I intercepted thee in thy first flight, persuades me that force would hurry thee into the confines of distraction. Love is, notwithstanding, the only passion which engrosses thy obedience. I would endeavour to influence thee by that soft violence; but then I must cease to be thy husband; then I must assume the lineaments of Lord W—. If the matrimonial tie is rather fatal than propitious to love, I would—no, I never will indulge the thought of its dissolution. Let those who owe their birth to illicit amours grow illustrious by divorces. I never used the language of severity, nor can I be guilty of an action which is severe . Thy love I have; I know thou never shalt, thou never canst, lose my esteem. The husband shall never triumph over the man. I may be unhappy, but will never cease to be humane. This is the only subject in which I can triumph. Here only thou art my inferior. Thy indifference, thy hatred, thy foibles, will never be proportionable to the propensity which I have to pardon. This disposition gilds even the glooms of distress. It may, in one respect, inflict a wound, but, in another, it presents a remedy; I may add, a rapture! My ardours may, in some future time, thaw the ice which now covers thine heart. I long to find that future time changed into the present. Health to the sick, light to the blind, hearing to the deaf, wealth to the avaricious, power to the ambitious, are desirable objects, but none of these can feel half the raptures I shall when this night of indifference shall expire, and love shall repay me for all the agonies which thy coolness has occasioned.
Canst thou then deny me one intreaty, when I have a right to seize on what I intreat for? Art thou satiated with pleasure? If not, whence came the resolution to accompany thy lovely infant? I must repeat once more my determination to have it. Come then, accompany it in its way. Receive a tenfold welcome! Thou leavest all thy foibles behind thee. I have already cast the veil of oblivion over them. I shall receive thee with all the esteem and raptures with which I received thee at first. I will learn of thee to copy Lord W— in every thing which merits thy love. I shall make daily advances in assuming his power to please; and I will endeavour to erect myself a throne in thy heart, and reign there as absolutely as thou dost in mine. Send the sweet innocent, ascribe it to whom thou wilt. He is thine, and thou art—and both shall be mine.
If thou canst not tear thyself from the innocent object of love, support its tottering steps hither. For, however passionately I adore thee, I desire not to see thee without it; and, if I must have but one, that one shall be thy darling, thy youngest infant.
Lady Sarah's reply to Sir Charles Bunbury.
THE passions may be resolved into love or hatred; but both are the causes of pain. Love has its distresses as well as its raptures. Whether thou lovest or hatest me, I know thou must be unhappy. Thou merittest my love; but why cannot I pay that debt to thy virtues? I give thee what I cannot deny; I give thee my esteem. Thy generosity charms my understanding, though it cannot lay any hold upon my passion. My head and my heart are at a variance, the former is thine advocate, but the latter is Lord W—'s. Thou knowest which is like to be predominant for the future, by what is past, by what is present.
Passion is not criminal. Is it criminal to submit to the commands of nature? To love or to hate is not in our
power. Either of these passions will be excited when their proper objects are present. To blame a person thus excited, argues ignorance in the mechanism of frames. To love an agreeable object, is rather meritorious than culpable; to love a disagreeable one is an impossibility. The products of Titian's pencil cannot extort applause from the eyes of admiration; the products of Ramlay are too weak to excite any passion but those of contempt. Wonder not that I love Lord W—. Wonder not that I can give thee only esteem. I wish I could love thee. But passion sleeps in and steals away half the fervour of my wish. The next moment reason intrudes herself and damps all the extasies of love. I think what I am; I flatter my proper character; I brood over thy feelings; I sigh for thy distresses; I pity thine agonies; and I condemn and detest myself. The tear of duty now trembles in my eye; let me indulge sweet distresses of virtue, and retire into my own heart.
How amiable is virtue even in the eyes of the libertine! Her joys are centered in the understanding, her very distresses appear amiable, appear more desirable than the extasies of illicit pleasures. How much superior are the raptures, which thou enjoyest from the exercise of generosity, to those which I partake in the softest scenes with Lord W—? The sunshine of virtue admits of night. The most glittering appearance of vice is as the glow worm's in siccacious beams, and transient as the lightning's terrifying glare. Thorns will sometimes grow in a bed of flowers; the bed of illicit pleasures is that flowery bed!
I cannot exclude thy idea, though I have fled so far from thy person. The very raptures of Lord W— increase the idea I have of thy wrongs; I feel thy agonies! I reflect on what I have sacrificed for the gratification of a passion which must admit of intermissions; and which is too violent to last for ever. Honour, thy public esteem, are too indiscreetly exchanged for contempt, scorn, private disgrace, and public infamy; but this is the exchange I have made! I blame Lord W— for being so handsome; I almost hate him for encouraging my infidelity to thee. But in the midst of these reveries, he recalls me to myself, by a kindling embrace; every propensity to virtue vanishes, and I give up myself to all the thrillings of pleasure.
How chequered is the life of mortals! Our very raptures are blended with pain. Like the beautiful tints of some masterly painter, the shades of pleasure and grief are so nicely blended, that though they are distinct, yet we cannot discover where they begin or where they end. The confusion is sweet, and is productive of beauty, and of that beauty which makes life itself delightful. Appli this to the joys which rise in my breast from the faint struggles of virtue, and then forgive me all my infidelity.
When the unhappy sufferer is hurried down the stream of an irresistible torrent, we do not blame, but we pity him that sufferer; then do not blame, but pity the master passion in every heart. My master passion is love. I have obeyed; to have resisted would have been unnatural, would have been impossible. I know thou dost not condemn, but pity, and forgive. Thou dost forgive my fall. I can scarce forgive thee the superiority of thy generosity. I wish I could answer thee with the actions as well as the dictates of gratitude; but with more virtue is to possess more.
I will obey thee; I will tear myself from Lord W—. I will tear from him the dear pledge of his love; I will murder myself to obey thee. To leave Lord W— is to murder every joy; and joy only is that which constitutes the essence and vitality of life. I will attend the infant victim to— I will show thee, by the greatness of my sacrifice, that my gratitude is not inferior to thy generosity.
Every place which is void of the object of love is a prison. But I will contemplate the likeness of Lord W— in his offspring, and the prospect will turn the glooms of a prison into the splendours of a palace. I will substitute the child into the place of the father; will embrace him with all the fervours of love; hang over him with all the thrillings of rapture, and enjoy, in imagination, all those extasies which—
Even in thy arms, if I am ever clasped in thy arms, I shall embrace Lord W—. Every kiss I give thee shall be given to him, and every joy that thou canst impart, shall be attributed to one who is roved in my heart, and can be extirpated neither by distance nor time.
COPENHAGEN, October 2.
THE last accounts from Norway mention, that corn is so scarce there that the inhabitants are in absolute want of bread.
Leipsick, Oct. 23. A vessel arrived here from Port Mahon brings an account that four Danish men of war were scuttled at Algiers, which city was threatened with a fresh bombardment; in consequence of which the Bey had fortified all the coast, and erected several new batteries, mounted with 670 pieces of cannon and 50 mortars. At Algiers there are 10,000 men ready to take up arms; the Viceroy of Constantia has orders to raise 20,000 more, and the Viceroy of Titteria was likewise ordered to keep 10,000 men in readiness, besides a large body of Moors who were posted along the coast to prevent the enemy's landing. The Emperor of Morocco has sent three Ambassadors to Algiers, whose business is a secret. From all these circumstances it appears that the present ruler of Algiers is preparing everything, with the greatest prudence, to put his city in a state of making the most obstinate defence, and seems determined not to agree to any conditions of peace whatever.
L O N D O N, November 13.
Last Thursday a very Great Petition, in Council after expressing the most tender concern for the Duke of Grafton, thought proper to take notice, that the late act of the Duke of Cumberland would cause an eternal separa-