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To their High MiGHTENESSES and Most PUISSANT CONSEQUENCES, THE PUBLIC, in due form of deliberation assembled in the Hall of Criticism and Palace of Ubiquity, The humble Petition of SILVER SIXPENCE
Sheweth, That your
Petitioner was formed and fashioned for useful and benevolent purposes, and having been honoured from the beginning with the King's countenance, is anxious to travel about doing good, with free circulation and rapid currency.
That your Petitioner has found himself of late years compelled by circumstances, over which he has had no control, either to stay at home idle and useless, contrary to his nature and properties, or else to be tossed about here and there, in places and directions and amongst people and for purposes, neither creditable nor congenial to his feelings. That your
Petitioner considers that we are now fallen upon times when it is necessary to be scrupulously exact, that all things be applied to the uses for which they were designed, respectively, and that all the friends of good order and management should, by their care and zeal, advance so desirable a consummation. That your
Petitioner feels convinced, if such should be the case,
that his own existence might then become of much greater importance to the public, than of late it has been.
That your Petitioner, with a view of shewing how this might be brought about, takes the liberty of stating it to be his opinion, that in the present day when such a cloud of literary works are issuing from the press, as to make it impossible for individuals to purchase a tenth part of them; and when by reason of the extension of education, so many are capable of writing who cannot afford to publish, it would tend to the general good to have cheap Local Publications, in which extracts from ehoice works might be brought forward, and the talents of the young and diligent find a place for their development. That your
Petitioner is informed that a Local Publication of the sort alluded to, is about to issue from the Press of Mr. COULTER at Sittingbourne, wherein every thing of every sort is to be contained, which is free from excitement either in politics or religion, correct in expression, sound in principle, and likely to amend the heart, as well as instruct the head and please the fancy. That your
Petitioner has reasons to believe that the Editor of the said Local Publication is a young man, just set up in business, and anxious by a diligent and right employment of his
” to serve the public faithfully, and earn an honest livelihood as his fathers have done before him. Your Petitioner therefore prays
66 THE ENLIGHTENED PUBLIC" that they,-on whom all his actions depend for good or evil, and with whom rest the various destinations which may await him, will forthwith be pleased to issue an order, mandate, or decree, in the Persian fashion, that he, your Petitioner, on the first day of January in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and thirty-two, and again on the first day of every succeeding month in the same year, and every subsequent year
until the end of time, may be sent to the aforesaid Editor, in company with a Servant or Servants, Postman or Postmen, or other Messenger or Messengers, and that he may be made the means with such assistance, of sending forth and circulating as widely as possible, the aforesaid Local Publication, to be called “ The Country Miscellany and Literary Selector; ” and that nothing be suffered
to let, hinder, or prevent such a monthly application of his powers ; whereby at length may be seen the prosperity of an individual, arising in happy combination with public benefit and general service. And your Petitioner shall, as in duty bound, ever pray, &c. &c. &c.
Witness my Seal.
LADY JANE GREY.
(To the Editor of the Country Miscellany.)
“ On the morning of the execution of Lady Jane Grey, Lord Guilford requested a final interview with her, but she declined a scene which she thought would too strongly affect the feelings of both, and intimated to him by message, that the fortitude and tranquillity of mind, which would disarm their approaching fate of its sting, would rather be shaken than confirmed by that meeting, which he so affectionately desired.”— Vide History of England.
Ah! is it mine to bid us meet no more?
my heart falters when I think on thee :