
By the Rev. Edward Peacock. 825 
—Pill—Horne Tooke—Washington—Lord Howe, and the glorious 
first of June—Lord Cornwallis, and a numerous host of worthies 
of local fame. These copper coins were payable in various ways 
—some only at the shop or place where they were issued; others 
had a more extended circulation ; for on some are the words “ Pay- 
able in Anglesey, London and Liverpool:” on others, ‘‘ Payable 
at Liverpool or Bristol ”—at “Cambridge, Bedford and Hunting- 
don”’—others more ambitious still, state that they are “ current 
everywhere.” Some of these old coppers are political—some patri- 
. otic—some church and state—some republican. An amusing one 
may be thus described; on the one side is a stout Englishman, 
seated at a table, his wig, for greater ease, hung negligently on 
the back of his chair: he is helping himself from a magnificent 
sirloin of beef, with a foaming tankard of ale at his side, and a 
large plum-pudding in the back ground, and over his head are the 
words “‘ English slavery; on the reverse of the token is a lean 
Frenchman, seated on the bare floor before an empty grate, trying 
to make a meal from a plate containing two or three frogs—and 
with nothing to cheer him in the way of liquor: over his head is 
the legend ‘“ French liberty :’’ the whole probably intended sarcas- 
tically to convey the notion that English slavery was a better thing 
after all than the liberty which the French nation at that moment 
was so proud of. Another of these tokens, issued no doubt by a 
very loyal subject, has on the obverse the head of George, Prince 
of Wales; on the reverse are the words “ British Constitution,” 
enclosed in an inverted triangle, which triangle is supposed to be 
securely balanced by the weight of the crown pressing on its top, 
and hindered from the possibility of falling sideways, by the firm 
support of Lords and Commons, one on either side. Another, 
announced as payable in London, Bristol and Lancaster, is em- 
bellished with a Map of France, (date, 1794), in which honour is 
trodden under foot—glory obscured—religion unsettled—France 
itself disunited, and fire in every corner: and on the reverse is a 
magnificent star, with the words ‘‘ May Great Britain ever remain 
the reverse.” Another has on one side a man hanging from the 
gallows, a church with a flag in the distance, and the words “ End 
