THE END OF PAIN.

*The last Speech, Dying Words, and Confession of*
*T. P.*

SETTING forth as how Tom was born at Thetford, in the county of Norfolk—but never being christened, how Tom has ever
since had a natural antipathy to all law and religion. How Tom was bred a Stay-maker, but disliking an honest livelihood, how
Tom became at once a Smuggler and Exciseman. How he married a second wife, before he had broken the heart of the first,
How Tom became bankrupt and run away to America. How he wrote papers there, to enrage the people beyond the seas against
his native country. How the people there found him out at last to be a firebrand, and drove him home again. How Tom sculked
for a time in his native land, and how he hired himself to the French, to write a book called *The Rights of Man*, to prove, that a
Frenchman has a good constitution, but that an Englishman has none—and how the world did not believe him. How Tom
having promised the Jacobin Club at Paris to make Old England a colony of France—(and seeing as how that can never be) how
Tom was forced to fly to France. How Tom became a member of the clubs there—and being a grumbler wherever he goes—
how he ventured one night to say in their lingo, by the help of an interpreter, "that he thought roast beef and plumb pud-
ding better than soup meagre and fried frogs,"—although he had said the contrary of this in his own country. How the Jacobins to
a man rose up at this speech, and vowed they would hang Tom on the next lamp-iron, for abusing French frogs. And how Mr.
*Equality*, having been once a Duke, claimed the *privilege* of performing the part of Jack Ketch. And how Tom died a patriot op-
posing privilege.

The whole setting forth a full, true, and particular account, of Tom's birth, parentage, and education, life, character, and be-
haviour—shewing as how, that Tom is ten times a greater patriot than ever John the Painter was. Adorned with a striking likeness
of Tom in a most natural attitude, and a side squint of Mr. Equality in his proper character; with Tom's armorial bearings pen-
dants, as is now the custom of France.

And all for a Great.