No.'XII. TH E TABLE T. No. XII. r n,k,n once a man is inured to the service of "Mm 'be will erpe/l to be paid as we// for att.ug fir, (JJ for "(iing thi diftaUs °f hl C 0"- t'Tmay seem paradoxical to reproach a man for I « contentious spirit, while it is acknowledged, ,w focietv cannot be held together, without the Sos tattion. I will make two remarks, as a f the wide'fpread miseries ifl'uing from that cruel e fource—Conftantia, large was thy portion of the ("- bitter cup. In a dark corner of a naked hovel, ir exnofed to all the rigors of inclemeut winter. now behold, die lute liappy wife of the once as- . fluent Honeftus ! Poor, cold, comf. jrtlefs, lick, and forfuken ! horror and fpeeclilefs agony de formed that fair face, where all the graces once where wont to finile ! Two infant daughters hang ing on herknees, with piercing cries for bread, and their lolt father, probing inceilantly her wounded foul; close by her lide in dumb diftrefe, herhoary fire,fat looking resignation.—ln this de plorable, defencelefs Hate—the Villain's pre cious hour!—thefalfeCorruinpus enters, affevfts to curse the unfeeling monster, who could dis turb the fair Conftantia's peace ; and with mock sympathy pretends that he was jult informed of her distress, and had hastened with all the impa tient ardor of a friend to offer her piotetfiion and relief: Still ihe fat dumb, motionless, tranf fixed ! her eager eyes intent upon her children ; with well diflembled grief, he next communi cates the cruel fate of his dear friend Honeftus ; and said he intended to go immediately to him : Here Conftantia looked up—and to offer him his fervice.s—a gleam of hope appeared once more to rouse her torpid foul, and with a feeble ray re lumed her eye—a faint fuffufion of an lie&ic hue slushed on her lifelefs cheek—Sliefeemedto wilh to finile : Rank with detire, the gloating lecher saw returning life, and eagerly approached to seize her hand ; by chaste antipathy, she took the alarm ; flirunk from the hateful and forbidden touch, and shook with horror; then ftafed at Hea ven, and menaced fierce : Her children screeched in wild affright, not knowing what they feared, and trembling clung for fafety to their helpless mother.--The pious father felt the unfeel ing wound, but now his palsied arms liungnerve leis, a cumberous useless load; he could no more than weep,and look again to Heaven.—Struck,but not foftened at the melting scene', with consci ous guilt, the sneaking friend retired. After a long and awful pause, returning reason seemed again to dawn—the storm that rudely snook Conftantia's gentle frame, gradually lub fided intoapenlive, calm, and fettled melancholy; when with the fofteft voice of melting grief, ihe thus articulated ; still persecuted by that cruel spoiler!! thought I had nothing left! Yes,ftill Virtue thou art mine ! for thee am 1 once more pursu ed ! if stripped of tliee, Ifliouldbe poor indeed* Lovely Virtue! with thee, and with my dear Ho neftus, how happy fliould I ueein the humfcleft lot! thus blest, rich in content, I yet could tread some humble vale in sweet security, and bless all bounteous Heaven, unenvying andunenvied ; but doomed to live bereft of either ; how bitter even is my scanty bread ! The keen reflection ltung her to her foul, andchoaked her utterance. In a few days, death mercifully closed this dreadful scene, ami happily released the poor Conftantia : This stroke i f mercy, so far relieved the injured, wounded, and world sick Honef tus, that he was soon removed from his prison to a mad-house, where in sweet oblivion on his bed of straw, he dreams himself a King. Revenge fould ask no more—There yet remain ed, to satiate luft,with an inceftuons feaft ; —mark how the monster deliberately prepares the hellilh banquet! Corrumpus took the friendlefs orphans, and with t a more than parent's fondnefs cherished them ; till with the unripe fruit, his rank, salacious, ap petite was gorged ; then with a cloyed indifference, l cold!y cast them to the common herd ; and e'er they reached their teens, they joined the iftale, forlorn patrolers of the Strand, who in nodturnal l orgies seek relief, and know no other joys. I Such was the fate, of a worthy, virtuous family, , all for no crime, who had they not been Britons, . might probably have lived, to have been an orira s ment to their species, and an honor to their country. Blush Britons ! blush ! and boast no more, of SUBJECTS SACRED RIGHTS t O ! 'twas an impious theft, to rob decrepit age 1 of it's sole prop !to snatch with sacrilegious hand, the only cordial that remained to qualify the f bitter dregs of life ! —To strip the virtuous, fond, . and faithful wife, of liufband, hope, protection, 0 and support !—lt was A DAMNING DEED, to s pluck the harmless infants from the brooding lt wings of their fond, loitering parents ;to blot _ fair, white-robed innocence, their only boon, „ with foul, indelible pollution ; then rlirow the 1 violated in the street, there to wander, 1S houlelefs, helpless, hopeless, hungry, diseased, U abandoned, naked, loft ! S. ■■- ■ " Quis talia fando " Temperet a lachrymis I** !p This eclipses all the glory, and annihilates the el most eflential benefits of the British Constitution, ie by thus involving misfortunes with crimes, and 1, giving the wealthy villain absolute power over r, the nrffortunate, and authorizing him, unuer the PRICE SIX PEN'CC.