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eller. I am almost tempted, confessed the unpopular Hutchinson, to take for my motto Odi profantum vulgus, hatred to the people. I will write the history of my own times, like Bishop Burnet, and paint characters as freely; it shall not be published while I live, but I will be revenged on some of the rascals after I am dead; and he pleaded fervently that Bernard should reserve his favor exclusively for the friends to government. I do not say, cried Mayhew from the pulpit, on the annual Thanksgiving day, I do not say our invaluable rights have been struck at; but if they have, they are not chap. XIX.} 1762. wrested from us; and may righteous Heaven blast the designs, though not the soul, of that man, whoever he be amongst us, that shall have the hardiness to attack them. Thomas Hollis, a wealthy Englishman, a lover of humanity, a devoted friend to America, sent word to Boston to build no hopes upon the king, and already foresaw the approaching and certain independence of America.
d ruined state the little that she possessed on the first of January, 1749; England obtained in that region the undoubted sway. In Europe, where Frederic was left to take care of himself, each power received back its own; Minorca, therefore, reverted to Great Britain. England, said the king, never signed such a peace before, nor, I believe, any other power in Europe. The country never, said the dying Granville, saw so glorious a war, or so honorable a peace. It maintains, thought Thomas Hollis, no flatterer of kings, the maritime power, the interests, the security, the tranquillity, and the honor of England. The judgment of mankind, out of England, then and ever chap. XX.} 1762. since, has pronounced on it similar decisions. For once, to the surprise of every body, Bute spoke well, rising in its defence in the House of Lords. I wish, said he, no better inscription on my tomb than that I was its author. On the morning of the ninth of December, the very day on which the p