It is said that some of you are so discontented, that you would join the Enemies against your Country--Is it possible that you are so misled as to believe that the Enemies to England would, whatever they pretend, be friends _to you_. Be assured, if you are so persuaded, that you are grossly imposed upon. What should make them your friends--What ties should bind them? Think a little--and a very little proper reflection will be sufficient to make you see, that the Invaders of your Country, in their hearts, hate the inhabitants of it; and will, in the end, themselves betray the Traitors to it. The Invaders would nearly desolate your Country--and if Provisions are dear now, what would they be when numberless stacks of hay and corn were burnt--the cattle destroyed, and a horrid legion of desperate, faithless, lawless Invaders, to be maintained? who would trample upon every tie, break all promises, make _tools_ of you first, but soon sacrifice your wives, your daughters, your families, and yourselves, when you have served their purpose. If any few among you were guilty of plunder, you would, yourselves, soon be plundered and destroyed. It has been the necessity of defending our country against its enemies that has made provisions dear; but your wages have been increased in proportion--and though you may sometimes, in the course of events, suffer some hardships, as _everybody_, in their turn, must do, you may, unless it be your own faults, enjoy the greatest comforts--a peaceable home--a happy family--a quiet country, whose trade and consequence is envied by all the world--plentiful harvests--a government which respects you, and that your forefathers would have defended with the last drop of their blood--you have an excellent and lawful King, who will protect you; and above all, you may have a blessing from God, who will reward you hereafter if you do your duty _here_. But from an Usurper, and Invader, you can have nothing to expect, but the being slaves to his lawless schemes for power. Let who will tell you the contrary, he comes only for plunder, and revenge, upon the only nation he fears. Will you be his instruments, his tools? Can you, as Englishmen, lower yourselves in such a manner--to such a mean Usurper? Heaven, from the beginning, intended you should have Kings and superiors--Equality was never intended--it never can be, on this earth--Heaven and reason forbid it--and Bonaparte, himself, has shewn you how little he intended to establish it. Your forefathers call to you from their graves--their warning voice tells you, that you would soon find the perfidy of his heart. The wretched condition you would bring yourselves and your families into, you would repent too late--deprived of every friend, but sure of ample punishment here, and hereafter.