ABSTRACT
Let me then ask; what could induce him to come a’ the wa’ from Edinborough to Philadelphia to make an attack upon poor old England? And, if this be satisfactorily accounted for, upon principles of domestic philosophy, which teaches us, that froth and scum stopped in at one place will burst out at another, still I must be permitted to ask; what, could induce him to imagine, that the citizens of the United States were, in any manner whatsoever, interested in the aair? What are his adventures in Scotland, and his “narrow escape,” to us, who live on this side the Atlantic? What do we care whether his associates, Ridgway and Symons, are still in Newgate, or whether they have been translated to Surgeon’s Hall?4 Is it anything to us whether he prefers Charley to George, or George to Charley,5 any more than whether he used to eat his burgoo6 with his ngers or with a horn spoon? What are his debts and his misery to us? Just as if we cared whether his posteriors were covered with a pair of breeches, or a kelt, or whether he was literally sans culotte? In Great Britain, indeed, his barking might answer some purpose; there he was near the object of his fury; but here he is like a cur howling at the Moon.
