I glory in the Honour I have had of seeing his ROYAL HIGHNESS CHARLES PRINCE REGENT, and of being admitted into his Confidence; and I here declare it the greatest Happiness I ever knew, and the highest Satisfaction; and such as even my vainest Thoughts could never have suggested to me: An Honour to every rational Creature that can judge of the many requisite _Virtues_ of a PRINCE centred in him truly, tho’ so often falsely assigned to the worst. His Character exceeds any Thing I could have imagined or conceived: An Attempt to describe him would seem gross Flattery; and nothing but a plain and naked Narrative of his Conduct to all Persons, and in all Scenes he is engaged in, can properly shew him. A _Prince_ betrayed by the _Mercy_ he shewed his Enemies, in judging of the Dispositions of _Mankind_ by the _Benignity_ of his own. His _Fortitude_ was disarmed by it, and _his ungrateful Enemies_ think they have reaped the Benefit of it; but let them not rejoice at _his Misfortunes_, since his Failure of Success will, without the immediate Interposition of _Providence_, be absolutely their _Ruin_. What a Contrast is there between his Royal Highness the PRINCE and the Duke of Cumberland! The first displays his _true Courage_, in Acts of _Humanity_ and _Mercy_; the latter a _Cruelty_, in _Burning_, _Devastation_, and _Destruction_ of the _British_ Subjects, their Goods and Possessions; I would ask—Who is the true HERO? The Report of my having betrayed his ROYAL HIGHNESS, or his Friends, is scandalously false; my Appeal to the Counsel for the Prosecution on my Trial, and my suffering Death, must refute it to all honest Men: And I hereby declare I had rather suffer any Death the Law can inflict.—I deem Death infinitely preferable to a Life of Infamy.—But the Death I suffer for my KING, gives me vast _Consolation and Honour_ that I am thought worthy of it.