In the mean time, Mr. Mackenzie pressed them closely in Glasgow. He defied them and the damages they sought to obtain. There was no word too bad to give them--no assertion which had its foundation in truth, which he was not bold enough to publish. Actions involving damages to the extent of 20,000_l._ were brought against him in vain--he was indomitable in determination and invincible in spirit. Week after week he poured forth the vials of his wrath; and it is scarcely possible to say how much longer he must have continued his attacks, had not intestine strife assisted his endeavours. The worthy Mr. Knowles and the excellent Mr. Hole quarrelled, and the latter wrote the following elegant epistle to his coadjutor:-- “KNOWLES,-- “Thou art a scoundrel, and thy son no better. I shall print and publish all the by-laws and proceedings which relate to any transactions which I had with the company, and expose your villainy to Mackenzie and others; and I give you and your lying rascal of a ---- notice, that if you or he should dare to publish any slander relative to my character, I shall instruct my solicitor to prosecute you, you d--d perjured scoundrel!--you base wretch! Swear against your own hand-writing! What! swear you never borrowed any money of me for the office! O wicked wretch! I have your signature, and my solicitor has seen it. Base! base! base! Hang thyself, with thy friend Williams. “Truth, “WILLIAM HOLE.” Another letter of this gentleman concluded in the following manner:--“Whoever said I had more than this is a liar; and like unto Peter, who denied his Master, and afterwards went and wept; or, like unto Judas, who betrayed his Master, and went afterwards and hanged himself. All that I have said or written I can prove.”