to have sent home whom he pleased,’ said the Boston
eers; ‘but the die being thrown, poor Sir Francis Bernard
was the rogue to go first.’1
Trained as a wrangling proctor in an ecclesiastical court, he had been a quarrelsome disputant rather than a statesman.
His parsimony went to the extreme of meanness; his avarice was insatiable and restless.
So long as he connived at smuggling, he reaped a harvest in that way; when Grenville
's sternness inspired alarm, it was his study to make the most money out of forfeitures and penalties.
Professing to respect the Charter
, he was unwearied in zeal for its subversion; declaring his opposition to taxation by Parliament, he urged it with all his power.
Asserting most solemnly that he had never asked for troops, his letters reveal his perpetual importunities for ships of war and an armed force.
His reports were often false, partly with design, partly from the credulity of panic.
He placed every thing in the most unfavorable light, and was ready to tell every tale and magnify trivial rumors into acts of Treason.
He desponded when conciliation prevailed in England
The officers of the army and the navy despised him for his cowardice and duplicity, and did not conceal their contempt.
‘He has essentially served us,’ said the patriot clergyman Cooper
‘had he been wise, our liberties might have been lost.’
As he departed from Boston
, the bells were rung, and cannon fired from the wharfs; Liberty Tree
was gay with flags; and at night a great bonfire was kindled upon Fort Hill
When be reached