The Sun.
London, England, 1828-09-23 00:00:00

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KENTISH BRUNSWICK CLUB.

TO THE EDITOR. OF THE SUN.

Sta—Bitsiness last Week called me to Maidstole,
where I observed a more than usual bustle—a num-
ber-of sapient and 'remarkably well-fed looking per-
sonages parading the town with. an air of inflated
importance, as if
" Rig with the fate of Cato and of Rome."
At first I imagined it might be a congress' to settle
the affairs of Greece, or the Turkish war, and looked
around for Prince Metternich, Pozzo- diXorgo, and
the Reis Effendi, but was soon informed that' these
all-important looking worthies Were the rump of
the " Lives and Fortune men" of some twenty sari=
mers past, originators of, and spouters at, a rrirOetihi
for establishing a "Brunswick Club," of Which an
account has appeared in your Journal ; upon which
subject I therefore should not have troubled you,
had not accident placed a document in my posses-
sion which throws some additional light upon these
club orators and their club oratory.
The following morning having particular occasion •
for waste paper, " Boots" at the inn, who hap-
pened also to be sweeper of. the Town Hall, sup-
plied me with some he had picked up when eier-;
cising the latter vocation, part of which was unfor
tunately disposed of without perusal, but from what
remains, the whole appears to have been intended
as a glossary, to explain the terms used by the
spouters, interspersed with some bye-laws for the
club, displaying,'in its double character, the' infinite
foresight and talent of the clubbists as much, as
without some such previous explanation, the wise-
acres who were prevailed on to attend the meeting
might have been scared away by the bloody yell, and
left the orators without ar,i audience. The following
is copied from the part remaining in my possession :
Shea the last drop of blood„r shpo neodt meanacroptctthheier members e
bloodin any
Knee deep in blood, cause ; tbe first and great principle
Fight up to their knees in of the Club being to make others
blood, fight, and to make all they can
while others are fighting.
Patriotism
expense.
Loyalty A glorious thing—Whon a man gets
well paid for it.
IA man who is not a Protestant, cud Catholic does not support the Brunswick
Club.

The above, Sir, is doubtless an admirable speci-
men of the whole, and the spout ers are splendid
living examples of men acting on the principles
there developed, and thriving accordingly ; but the
last explanation seems so peculiarly lucid, happy, and
compendious, that although short in stature, rather
slim, somewhat nervous, and with the organ of anti-•
combativeness strongly developed, I will undertake
to fight the whole KENTISII BRUNSWICK CLUB,
seriatim, if one in ten (without going to school)
can give any other or better explanation of the dis-
tinction between Protestant and Catholic, than that
above written—beginning with, Sir J. Bridges, who
will " shed the last drop of his blood," and by
courtesy (that he may be gratified by " fighting up
to his knees in blood") finishing with the worthy
Mr. Wells. The challenge, Sir, is serious and pub-
lic, and if the Kentish Brunswick Club do not
answer the call, let them " hide their diminished
heads." I would scorn to seek any advantage by
reason of disparity of numbers—they may chuse
their own ground—the streets of Maidstone, if they
please—but I will tell these Brunswick Clubbists,
that although their blood may taint the pure stream
of the Medway, their opinions will never taint those
of the public.
Kent, Sir, appears to be a singularly favoured
county—what other county can produce an equal
galaxy of talent ? The Earl of Winchelsea, Earl
Stanhope, Sir J. Bridges, and bloody Mr. Wells ! ! !
Patriotism, Protestantism, and hops, thrive side by
side; the two former governed and graduated by the
scale of duty on the latter, which makes the trio
always rise or fall together. The ultimate. fate, how-
ever, of that unseemly abortion, " The Brunswick
Club," is irrevocably sealed. Some great State
magician will shortly, amid the grateful plaudits of
the nation, lay the bloody spectre in the RED Sea,
in which Mr. Wells and his colleagues may wade
" knee deep" at their leisure, without disturbing the
public, or being further noticed by,
Sir, your constant. reader,

A TRAVELLER.

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