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Ulysses


                                  have more than once observed that birds of a feather laugh
                                  together.
                                     But with what fitness, let it be asked of the noble lord,
                                  his patron, has this alien, whom the concession of a

                                  gracious prince has admitted  to civic rights, constituted
                                  himself the lord paramount of our internal polity? Where
                                  is now that gratitude which loyalty should have
                                  counselled? During the recent war whenever the enemy
                                  had a temporary advantage  with his granados did this
                                  traitor to his kind not seize that moment to discharge his
                                  piece against the empire of which he is a tenant at will
                                  while he trembled for the security of his four per cents?
                                  Has he forgotten this as he forgets all benefits received? Or
                                  is it that from being a deluder of others he has become at
                                  last his own dupe as he is, if report belie him not, his own
                                  and his only enjoyer? Far be it from candour to violate the
                                  bedchamber of a respectable lady, the daughter of a gallant
                                  major, or to cast the most distant reflections upon her
                                  virtue but if he challenges attention there (as it was indeed
                                  highly his interest not to have done) then be it so.
                                  Unhappy woman, she has  been too long and too
                                  persistently denied her legitimate prerogative to listen to
                                  his objurgations with any other feeling than the derision of
                                  the desperate. He says this, a censor of morals, a very



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