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945. Nothing remarkable, that I can see, as 

 to the locality of this town of New Lancaster ; 

 but, the name, alas ! it brought to my recol 

 lection the horrid deeds done at Old Lancaster, 

 the county town of my native county! 1 



thought of Colonel F r, and his conduct 



towards my poor, unfortunate townsman, Gal 

 lant ! 1 thought of the poor, miserable creatures, 

 men, women, and children, who, in the bloody 

 year of 1812, were first instigated by spies to 

 commit arson, and then pursued into death 

 by the dealers in human blood. Amongst the 

 sufferers, upon this particular occasion, there 

 was a boy, who was silly, and who would, at 

 any time, have jumped into a pit for a half 

 penny : he was not fourteen years old ; and 

 when he was about to be hanged, actually 

 called out for his " mammy" to come and save 

 him ! Who, that has a heart in his bosom, can 

 help feeling indignation against the cruel mon 

 sters! Who can help feeling a desire to see 

 their dreadful power destroyed ! The day must 

 come, when the whole of the bloody tragedies 

 of Lancashire will be exposed. In the mean 

 while, here 1 am in safety from the fangs of the 

 monsters, who oppress and grind my country 

 men. The thought of these oppressions, how- 

 eve^ I carry about with me; and I cannot help 

 its sometimes bursting forth into words. 



