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To The Editor Of The Freemasons' Magazine.
hung himself , according to the pious custom of the sage children of Albion : they buried him however pompously : the parliament was present at the ceremony , barefooted . The new saint was invoked : after which the Court for Criminal Affairs , by a plurality of voices , ei ght against six , sentenced the father to be broke on the wheel . This judgment was so much the more Catholic , as there was no proof
against him . He was a good citizen , and a prolific father , having had five children , including him that was hanged . He bemoaned , in his d ying hours , his executed son ; and under each stroke on the wheel , protested his own innocence : he cited the parliament to the tribunal of God ' . Ail the heretic Cantons , all tender Christian' hearts , cry out
aloud against this execution 1 all pronounce us a nation as barbarous as we are frivolous : that knows how to torture and cut capers—but have forgot how to fight : that can go from a massacre of St . Bartholomew to a comic opera ; and are become the horror and contempt of all Europe . What an age do we live in ! It is the dregs of all ages . What ministers ! what generals ! what nobility I what nation ! We are immersed in debauchery and in infamy : court and city are all one ; citizens , courtiers , priests , women—all are prostitutes . It is a gulph
of meanness and prostitution ! I am sorry for it ; for we were formed to be agreeable stage-dancers , fitted to divert ; but we are now become the poltroon prostitutes , the scum of the world . - 1 promise you , my friend , not to go to Geneva , because only small fools and petty tyrants dwell there;—nor to Thoulouse , because they have none but knaves , fools , and fanatics : —nor to Paris , because ,
very soon , none but whores , rogues , and beggars , will live there . For God ' s sake , and for the sake of that little god Humanity , which still just vegetates , but with little regard , on earth , be pleased to make as execrable as you can that barbarous and shocking fanaticism that has condemned a father for hanging his son , or that has broke on the wheel an innocent father , by ei g ht rascally counsellors and
tutors to a king of cards . If I was a minister of state like Richlieu , I would send these ei ght assassins of the Fleur de Lis , attended by all the rabble of Thoulouse , with the parliament in their front and rear , to the galleys ; and there , bare-footed , with torcli in hand , they should annually prostrate themselves before the shrine of this innocently executed father , to ask pardon of God , and solemnly implore him , soon or late , to annihilate this cursed and perverse race of Roman Catholics .
Tell me , prithee , what corps in France you despise the most . — * Nota , I just hear from Marseilles , that a criminal , condemned there for murder , with tears in his eyes , repentance in his looks , and contrition at heart , has confessed himself to be the murderer of the son of the Protestant of Thoulouse , whom the parliament sentenced to the wheel for that crime . A book lately appears here the most singular , and another the most astonishing . . The first is an heroic poem , in titled The Broom , er Broomstick . Rabelais , Scarron , or La Fontaine , had not more . wit *
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To The Editor Of The Freemasons' Magazine.
hung himself , according to the pious custom of the sage children of Albion : they buried him however pompously : the parliament was present at the ceremony , barefooted . The new saint was invoked : after which the Court for Criminal Affairs , by a plurality of voices , ei ght against six , sentenced the father to be broke on the wheel . This judgment was so much the more Catholic , as there was no proof
against him . He was a good citizen , and a prolific father , having had five children , including him that was hanged . He bemoaned , in his d ying hours , his executed son ; and under each stroke on the wheel , protested his own innocence : he cited the parliament to the tribunal of God ' . Ail the heretic Cantons , all tender Christian' hearts , cry out
aloud against this execution 1 all pronounce us a nation as barbarous as we are frivolous : that knows how to torture and cut capers—but have forgot how to fight : that can go from a massacre of St . Bartholomew to a comic opera ; and are become the horror and contempt of all Europe . What an age do we live in ! It is the dregs of all ages . What ministers ! what generals ! what nobility I what nation ! We are immersed in debauchery and in infamy : court and city are all one ; citizens , courtiers , priests , women—all are prostitutes . It is a gulph
of meanness and prostitution ! I am sorry for it ; for we were formed to be agreeable stage-dancers , fitted to divert ; but we are now become the poltroon prostitutes , the scum of the world . - 1 promise you , my friend , not to go to Geneva , because only small fools and petty tyrants dwell there;—nor to Thoulouse , because they have none but knaves , fools , and fanatics : —nor to Paris , because ,
very soon , none but whores , rogues , and beggars , will live there . For God ' s sake , and for the sake of that little god Humanity , which still just vegetates , but with little regard , on earth , be pleased to make as execrable as you can that barbarous and shocking fanaticism that has condemned a father for hanging his son , or that has broke on the wheel an innocent father , by ei g ht rascally counsellors and
tutors to a king of cards . If I was a minister of state like Richlieu , I would send these ei ght assassins of the Fleur de Lis , attended by all the rabble of Thoulouse , with the parliament in their front and rear , to the galleys ; and there , bare-footed , with torcli in hand , they should annually prostrate themselves before the shrine of this innocently executed father , to ask pardon of God , and solemnly implore him , soon or late , to annihilate this cursed and perverse race of Roman Catholics .
Tell me , prithee , what corps in France you despise the most . — * Nota , I just hear from Marseilles , that a criminal , condemned there for murder , with tears in his eyes , repentance in his looks , and contrition at heart , has confessed himself to be the murderer of the son of the Protestant of Thoulouse , whom the parliament sentenced to the wheel for that crime . A book lately appears here the most singular , and another the most astonishing . . The first is an heroic poem , in titled The Broom , er Broomstick . Rabelais , Scarron , or La Fontaine , had not more . wit *