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kind: it is a disorder of terrible aspect. It is a 

 cancer, so virulent, so fetid, and so deeply rooted 

 withal, that neither Doctor Whig, nor Doctor Tory, 

 nor even the scientific hand of Mr. Surgeon Radi- 

 cal, can give any permanent relief to the suffering 

 patient. Alas, poor Britannia ! it grieves my heart 

 to see so fine a personage reduced to such a state. 

 Thank Heaven ! we Catholics have had no hand in 

 thy misfortunes. They have come from another 

 quarter, where thy real enemies have had all their 

 own way, and have played the game so sadly to thy 

 cost. 



Here I terminate these Memoirs ; and I put 

 away the pen, not to be used again, except in 

 self-defence. Thus a musician of old (tired, no 

 doubt, with scraping) hung his fiddle on the wall, 

 and said, 



" Barbiton, hie paries habebit." 



CHARLES WATERTON. 



Walton HaU, December 30. 1837. 



