Excerpts from a book by Charles Piggot, dated 1795 and written from
within his prison cell.
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The Letter
F
from Piggot's Political Dictionary (1795)
Faction, ―
in its primitive sense, signifies mischief, conspiracy,
opposition to good and lawful government; likewise,
secret cabals, or an open, violent contrast
between two unprincipled, restless, rapacious parties, for a monopoly of
the spoils of a plundered, exhausted people. In another, that is, in the
Ministerial sense, faction is virtue;
but a virtue liable to the heaviest penalties and
punishments. Associations of citizens peaceably met together for
discussing the abuses of Government, and for deliberating on the safest
and most effectual method of procuring their reform; an enquiry into the
measures of their servants, (the Ministers) and an exercise of those
privileges, which Englishmen were taught, by some of these ministers
themselves, to believe inherent in their free constitution,
are now construed into faction, and thus, the word is possessed of
two different significations.Whether Mr. P-tt's modern reading, or the
ancient construction be the just one, well
deserves the serious consideration of our popular societies
throughout Great Britain and Ireland, who would act wisely in affording to
their heaven-born Minister, a striking specimen of
their opinions on the subject.
Perhaps, after all, the most accurate definition of the word
faction, is to be found in the coalition between alarmists
and courtiers, in defence of R-y-l prerogative, of extravagant sinecures,
supernumerary places, and unmerited pensions; as well as
of every other species of corrupt influence, against the rights and
liberties of mankind;---in the confederation of Kings against the
independence of the French Republic, as solemnly ratified by the people,
through the organ of representatives, fairly and constitutionally
elected by their own free, unbought suffrages.
Faith, ― credulity, superstition. An article loudly extolled and vehemently
insisted on, in all ages, by Priests and Kings.
Success has crowned their exertions. Mankind, on every occasion, have
opened a gullet wide enough to swallow the absurdest
paradoxes, the most glaring impossibilities. Only say, that
an army of soldiers was seen last night to pass over the moon,
and you will immediately perceive a vast legion of implicit believers,
making their comments and remarks on the phenomenon,
explaining it on the authority of scriptural prophecies. Nothing too
preposterous for popular credulity, which has been always fed and
cherished by the great leaders in Church and State; knowing this, on that
basis only their empire depends. Thus have nations, by dint of error and
superstition, for a vast succession of ages, yielded themselves up to the
dominion of r-y-l or priestly authority, which, in most instances, have
formed a coalition for the purpose, whereby the community
have been plunged into a fathomless abyss of servitude and ignorance, from
which patriotism and philosophy have hitherto laboured in vain to rescue
them. The faith inspired by priestcraft and
state-craft, is the prime cause of that misery and
tyranny, which, to this hour, continue to rage through the universe. The
scourges of the world are held out by priests, as
the viceregents of heaven, and the opinions and consciences of
men, till very lately, have been almost entirely directed by priests;
but as their empire is terribly convulsed by the revolution in France,
which has served so essentially to enlighten the human understanding, may
it soon be totally destroyed, and may Wisdom, Peace and Philanthropy erect
a lasting throne on the wreck of Faith, Error and Superstition!
Their reign has been too long; they have ruled with an iron sceptre. It is
time for Peace to fix her residence amongst us. The Millennium, however,
can never arrive, till faith in priests and
sovereigns be annihilated. Their interest, their ambition is war---the
grand engine of Church and State.
Fame, ―
a term in general most barbarously misapplied. Murderers have been
stiled heroes, and conquerors gods. To immortalize their
memory, mausoleums have been raised, the arts of invention ransacked, and
the imagination of genius exhausted; while the
real benefactor of mankind, cast during his mortal pilgrimage
in an humble sphere, may after death, continue to rot in an obscure,
neglected grave, without any honourable memorial to preserve his name from
oblivion; but it is time such unnatural prejudices and unjust distinctions
should cease. Every generous spirit aspires to fame. It should
be the virtuous study of philosophy to give to public gratitude a proper
direction. Too long have genius and talents been prostituted at the
footstool of power, to adulate the crimes of Conquerors and
Kings. A brighter example is due. Let us justly
bestow the meed of Fame.Let us strew choicest flowers o'er the tombs of virtue; let us
venerate with pious sorrow and affectionate gratitude, the blessed shades
of Hampden, Sidney, and Milton, those true heroes, who,
during life, had virtue to resist, and fortitude to endure, the fiercest
malice of tyrannic power. Let us consecrate to immortality,
the memory of all those patriots, who have suffered and bled for the
sacred cause of Freedom.
Let us also be liberal in our praise and benefactions towards those
generous martyrs for righteousness' sake, who are now groaning in
cruel bondage, banished to a far distant, barren, and inhospitable shore,
the victims of a most ferocious despotism, Let us pour
the calm of consolation on their wounded souls, and ensure to them the
noblest enjoyments to which they aspire;---the praise of their
fellow-citizens, the applause and admiration of posterity.
Let 'em remember that they carry with them the regret, the esteem,
the affection of their countrymen;---of such, at least, whose hearts are
not dead to humanity and justice.
Let them cherish the grateful hope, that the system of delusion and
tyranny is about to expire, that their sufferings will be of short
duration, that their chains will be broken on the heads of their
oppressors, and that their return will be hailed with acclamations of joy,
by an applauding and regenerated people.
Let 'em also reflect that the breasts of the merciless tyrants who
torture them, are themselves tortured;---not by
the pangs of sensibility and remorse, but by the scorpion stings of
terror, anxiety and alarm, which incessantly goad them, and that, amidst
the tempestuous billows of the ocean, with all the devoted victims of evil
Government and misfortune before their eyes, they enjoy more serenity of
mind, more fearless slumbers, than the unrighteous, hardened
J---g---s who passed the sentence against them, or than the
inexorable M---g---t---e who
consented to the execution of that sentence.
Tremble, ye cruel Potentates, who plunge your subjects in misery and
tears, who desolate nations, and convert the fruitful earth into a sterile
burying ground. Tremble for your impending fate! It requires not the
spirit of prophecy to foretell your d---f---l is at hand. Shudder at the
sanguinary traits with which history, incensed, will unfold your
characters to future ages,---neither your splendid monuments, nor your
imposing victories, nor your unnumbered armies, will prevent posterity
from insulting over your execrable remains, and avenging their ancestors
on your horrible transgressions.
Such will be your inevitable doom on the approaching æra of light,
which promises to break in upon us;---while the virtues that ye have
proscribed and banished shall be rewarded, and the memory of the martyrs
to those virtues, be consecrated by the grateful voice of just and
unperishable fame. They will be remembered by
remotest ages, for having stood forth, in a most eventful and dangerous
crisis, the intrepid champions of Liberty and Truth;---while
you will be only recollected as examples of horror, from the
cruelties and enormities ye have committed, under the mask of
Piety and Religion: ye shall be consigned to
eternal infamy, while
they (as we have often repeated) shall flourish in
everlasting fame.
Famine, ―
For the existence of this word, we are indebted to the magnanimous
exploits of Conquerors and Kings. It is generally
applied in an extensive sense, signifying whole nations or provinces
reduced to a want of the necessary articles of life; a general scarcity.
Indulgent nature had liberally provided, throughout the world, every thing
requisite for the sustenance and use of its inhabitants; and it is only by
an ungrateful abuse of her liberality, by a departure from her mild and
equal system, that man is become his own tormentor. The fatal politics
which European governments have either preserved, or borrowed, from the
old feudal system; the encouragement granted, especially by kingly powers,
to exclusive charters and monopolies; an irresistible incentive to avarice
and peculation; the miserable distinctions into which they have split
society, and the plans invented, under the plausible bur murderous
pretexts of commerce, for the purposes of robbery and
plunder, have inflicted amongst so many others, this horrible
scourge on mankind. Monarchical governments are particularly well
skilled in the arts of reducing a nation to a state of
famine. When the English bought up all the
rice at Calcutta, the natives daily expired by thousands at the doors of
the houses inhabited by our countrymen, and the jackals were tranquilly
beheld in immense numbers pouring down from the mountains, to regale
themselves on their carcases, and to drink their blood; yet this dreadful
spectacle made little impression on British sensibility. One individual,
Sir Francis Sykes, originally a shoe-black (happy for the poor inhabitants
of Bengal, had he never quitted that obscure harmless station) is supposed
to have acquired 200,000l. by the above monopoly, by which almost as many
Indians are supposed to have perished; so rigidly id they adhere to the
purity of their religion, which prohibits, in all cases, the use of animal
flesh; nevertheless Sir Francis has been long returned to Europe with his
wealth, enjoys unmolested, otium cum dignitate; has a
seat in the British senate, boroughs at his command, and has been
rewarded, by our cost gracious Sovereign, with the title of
Baronet.Famine is one of the gentlest instruments
employed by our heaven-born minister in the present
justand religious war with France. All the
treasons he has fomented, all the massacres he has planned and caused to
be committed, having proved insufficient, he still indulges the hope of
being able to starve twenty-five millions of people, and
thereby at last to conquer that nation.
It has been well observed by a sagacious writer, that
if there were no Kings, there would be
no Wars; and, certainly, f there were no
wars, there could be no conquests; of course, famine would be unknown;
for, nature seldom or never, in the worst of seasons, is herself so
rigorous, even in the most barren regions, or where the inhabitants are
most addicted to sloth and effeminacy, as to refuse supply of their real
wants. Indeed in those countries where the heat of climate disposes the
natives to indolence, nature in general yields her gifts
spontaneously; whereas, in more ungrateful climes, the people are prone to
toil and labour. But war does the business effectually in all countries,
however fertile or industrious. During the war previous to the peace of
Ryswick, the price of corn was double in England, and in
Scotland quadruple its ordinary rate; and in
one of the years pending that war, eighty thousand persons died of
want in the last mentioned country. Nevertheless, while Kings,
Prelates, and Nobles, are not exposed to the horrors of famine,
it is perfectly confident that the people should always, as
at present, 1794, co-operate with their leaders to inflict it on
themselves. When famine rages in the heart of a country, the prodigality
of a court experiences no abatement; there it is unfelt;
courts are exempt from the calamities which they spread over the universe.
Fashion, ―
Whatever custom prevails amongst the great, whatever mode of dress,
particular idiom of expression, or cant word, is by them
employed, we style Fashion; and, in general, no matter how
contemptible, mischievous, or unnatural, we are eager to adopt and
practise the absurdity.This we perceive, what a vast influence Fashion must
necessarily have over the morals of society, and how much its welfare
consequently depends on the example of the superior orders. It is
therefore to be lamented, that those to whom we look up as our
betters, should so seldom set up Virtue as a
fashion; but that, instead thereof, they should only
afford us an example of the most extravagant follies, of the rankest
debaucheries. If a Prince of Wales should delight in the most violent
excesses of the table, it is then the fashion to be eternally
drunk; if he should, on every occasion, display symptoms of
heedless and unbounded prodigality, it is then the ton to fix
no limits to our expences; or if he should take it in his head
to talk nonsense, it then becomes quite the fashion to do like the Prince,
and talk like a fool. Hence the contagion immediately pervades every
department of the community, from his Royal
Highness's Lord in waiting, down to the lowest
journeyman shopkeeper.
In like manner if a Duke of York, anxious to make a splendid parade of
his great military talents, should cry out for war, the whole
British noblesse re-echo the sound, and the nation breathes the same
warlike spirit, till after two or three unfortunate campaigns, the
treasury drained, commerce decayed, manufactures annihilated, the mass of
the people reduced to beggary, they begin to deplore their madness, and to
invoke the blessings of pace. Now then is arrived the season of
reflection; now is the time for Britons to deliberate on the policy or
impolicy of implicitly submitting to the doctrines, or blindly adopting
the principles, of the Great. Now is the time for them most seriously to
consider whether society owes any obligation to their virtues,
whether it ought to entertain any rational hope of improvement, or
happiness, either from their exertions or sacrifices; and
finally, it becomes necessary now to determine, how far it will be wise or
prudent, any longer to abide by those Fashions, which, for so
many ages, have been imposed on the world.
Fast, (by proclamation) ― a farce. The people
called on to go to church and neglect their business,
while ministers are celebrating their carousals,
and getting drunk at each others' houses.
An
impious mummery, or rather blasphemy.
We
are told of our national fins, and, in expiation of
them, are instructed to beseech the God of Peace
to bless our exterminating principles of war; to
set ourselves up as a people distinct, on whom, exclusively,
he ought to shower his benign protection,
and to crown our efforts, in destroying
countless millions of his creatures.
A court juggle;
a flimsy, jesuitical contrivance to inflame the
public mind, and to give the clergy an opportunity
of promulgating their slavish maxims, their political
heresies from the pulpit.
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