To
his
Grace
the
Duke
of
Grafton
My
Lord
,
I
shall
make
no
apology
for
troubling
your
Grace
with
this
my
farewell
letter
,
intending
soon
to
quit
the
field
of
politics
for
the
sweeter
and
more
happy
retirement
into
the
country
,
there
to
cultivate
my
vine
at
my
sabine
farm
.
Your
Grace
I
suppose
will
also
relax
your
mind
from
that
weight
of
incessant
complaint
from
a
disturbed
,
uneasy
people
;
great
have
been
their
sufferings
,
little
has
been
their
redress
.
The
law
of
the
land
has
been
set
aside
to
make
way
for
the
imperial
sway
of
the
will
of
a
despotic
administration
,
prone
to
the
invention
of
every
mischief
that
can
befal
the
nation
.
Our
constitution
is
no
more
,
our
rights
are
gone
;
the
times
of
Charles
the
First
seem
now
to
blend
themselves
with
the
absurdities
and
cruelties
of
Charles
the
Second
;
nor
can
I
think
it
true
that
the
arbitrary
principles
of
the
former
could
ever
have
been
centered
in
the
descendants
of
the
latter
.
Your
Grace’s
private
character
shall
ever
remain
unattached
by
me
.
My
friend
Junius
,
whose
deep
piercing
pen
is
so
far
superior
to
mine
,
and
to
every
other
writer
of
this
age
,
has
lately
endeavoured
to
trace
out
the
fountain
head
,
so
that
it
would
be
needless
for
any
one
to
attempt
it
,
was
he
inclined
to
deduce
natural
causes
,
and
to
find
the
spring
from
whence
those
sulpherous
qualities
in
the
current
proceed
.
I
mean
to
paint
only
at
those
who
have
been
the
advisers
in
the
late
unconstitutional
proceedings
;
I
say
unconstitutional
,
because
I
can
never
bring
myself
to
think
that
Mr.
Lutterell
is
the
chosen
representative
of
the
county
of
Middlesex
,
or
ever
intended
so
to
be
by
the
electors
;
and
therefore
I
call
it
a
breach
of
the
laws
of
this
constitution
.
Times
are
only
quiet
now
because
the
people
sink
under
the
weight
of
misfortunes
;
and
what
can
the
tame
voice
of
reason
do
,
when
borne
down
by
the
high
hand
of
power
?
I
have
frequently
wished
your
Grace
had
no
concern
with
the
Barbary
tribe
,
and
have
often
thought
that
a
connection
in
the
political
system
with
Lord
Temple
and
Chatham
might
have
once
more
shifted
you
from
pillar
to
post
to
enjoy
the
sweets
of
a
fresh
attachment
:
however
forsaken
of
forsaking
,
you
have
at
last
riveted
your
political
nail
with
a
conubial
stroke
,
and
drove
it
home
to
the
head
.
Such
a
piece
of
policy
will
,
you
apprehend
,
effectually
secure
you
against
a
northern
nipping
blast
,
and
the
possession
of
a
virgin
in
the
house
of
Bond
will
amply
compensate
all
the
fatiguing
trips
that
your
Grace
has
made
through
every
sign
in
the
political
hemisphere
.
I
am
in
hopes
now
that
some
administration
may
be
from
hence
formed
that
will
be
a
little
more
permanent
than
the
weather
.
But
,
alas
!
are
we
to
expect
,
that
from
the
hasty
haughty
Barbary
tribe
?
I
could
wish
steadiness
to
honest
measures
was
to
be
found
there
;
but
imagine
that
their
strength
is
alone
depended
upon
them
,
both
for
the
command
of
the
closet
to
obtain
measures
suitable
to
their
despotic
wills
,
and
for
the
obedience
of
a
complying
Parliament
.
If
by
such
strength
a
permanency
is
to
be
attained
,
the
crown
and
the
kingdom
will
soon
change
;
nor
shall
we
then
think
much
of
these
times
,
though
now
ever
so
loudly
complained
.
Hardships
and
misfortunes
,
shall
we
judge
so
in
this
age
,
will
then
be
thought
even
mercies
and
pleasures
.
Now
,
my
Lord
,
when
sometimes
laws
are
relaxed
for
vitiated
purposes
,
at
other
times
cruelly
stretched
beyond
their
strength
;
when
the
whole
system
of
government
is
not
consistent
with
the
genius
of
the
people
,
is
it
not
to
be
supposed
that
Law
and
Liberty
has
forsook
the
land
;
and
though
drove
out
from
among
the
wicked
,
will
for
ever
haunt
the
place
of
its
nativity
in
some
Ghost-like
form
or
other
,
which
cannot
bear
to
quit
the
land
without
recompense
made
to
the
injured
shade
,
and
when
children
talk
of
apparitions
,
nothing
is
so
common
as
for
the
Sprights
to
appear
.
Look
you
,
my
Lord
,
I
think
I
see
already
the
injured
Ghost
of
Liberty
at
the
Bar
of
the
House
of
Commons
to
come
tell
the
Tale
of
1769
.