Had the French revolution commenced ten years later, or you retired to the shades of Mount Vernon four years ago, the friends of public virtue would still proudly boast of one great man free from the breath of public dispraise, and your fondly partial country, forbearing to enquire whether or not you were chargable with private aberrations, would vaunt in you the possession of the phenix.
But it is to be feared that the temper of your mind has been mistaken by all but those who, uniting evil with ambitious dispositions, prevailed over your judgment to the prejudice of your reputation.
This is the tender opinion of men warmly attached to you: but it is also alleged that the world has hastily estimated your character from imperfect materials, and your address of the 17th of September is pro∣duced as an evidence of the fact, and as a phenome∣non in the political world even at this eventful era.
That production has excited the most opposite emotions: on one side astonishment and affliction—on the other exultation and gladness: those of the latter temper uniformly consist of the avowed ene∣mies of equal Liberty, the decided friends of mo∣narchy, the open advocates of privileged and distinct classes, but what above all should render such joy suspicious to you, is, that none are more loud than that numerous body among us, who, after embrewing their patricidal hands in the blood of our parents, relatives, and friends, were yet admitted in the ge∣nerous moment of our victory to a participation of that freedom which they had laboured to destroy, and upon equal terms with those who achieved it!—When all these, and these only rejoice and extol your address to the skies, I need not say who mourn in silence and shame!
You are not insensible of that estimation in which you have been hitherto held by foreign nations, nor of the celebrity you were likely to obtain in history,