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called " The Liberty of the Subject Defence League." 

 That the subject's liberty may be perpetuated let this 

 young man be bound. What though he be a graduate 

 with honors from one of the greatest of the universi- 

 ties. The same has occurred before ; let him be 

 bound. What though he is one of the kindest-hearted 

 men when sober, and of a most pleasant disposition, 

 he must now be bound, lest in his mad moments he 

 might kill some one ; or, as the captain said to me, he 

 might jump overboard and be the means of drowning 

 some of the seamen trying to save him, and he must 

 be bound. Poor fellow ; see him struggle ! That 

 liberty, poor boy, for which your slaughterers contend, 

 often comes to this. O, Liberty, what chains are 

 sometimes forged in thy name ! 



How many such poor fellows are bound in even 

 worse than hard cord and iron chains, that brewers, 

 distillers and publicans may have the liberty to 

 slaughter. But our poor fellow-traveller has given 

 up the struggle ; he is quiet now. How pale he is ! 

 God ! he is dead ! Dead, just as the Sabbath New 

 Year morn is ushered in. O, what a beginning for 

 the new year ! And now there is but one thing more 

 we can do for him ; wind him up and commit him to 

 the deep. Our hearts go out in sadness towards the 

 poor mother in the old land, who will go down to her 



