A righteous God, with awful hands, In justice, Blood for Blood demands. At the same time a print was selling which represented ‘Temple Bar, the City Golgotha,’ with three heads on the spikes,――allegorical devils, rebel flags, &c.,――and more ‘blood for blood’ doggrel intimating that the naughty sons of Britain might there see ‘what is rebellion’s due.’ [Sidenote: _FRENCH IDEA._] The idea of altogether sacrificing Charles Edward was as distasteful to his numberless friends in France, as it was to the English Jacobites. One of the most singular of the French suggestions for a definite arrangement was made to this effect, in some of the French papers, namely:――that George II. should withdraw to his electorate of Hanover, taking his eldest son and heir with him; renouncing the English crown for himself and successors, of the elder line, for ever;――that the Chevalier de St. George should remain as he was;――that the Prince Charles Edward should be made King of Scotland and Ireland;――and that the Duke of Cumberland should, as King of England, reign in London. It was a thoroughly French idea,――making a partition of the United Kingdom, and establishing the duke in the metropolis to reign over a powerless fragment of it,――a Roi de Cocagne! Both political parties laughed at it in their several houses of entertainment. The Prince of Wales, himself, was something of a Jacobite; but he was a Jacobite for no other reason, probably, than because his brother, the Duke of Cumberland, had crushed the Jacobite cause. It is due to the Prince, however, to notice that he once solemnly expressed his sympathy when the Princess, his wife, had just mentioned, ‘with some appearance of censure,’ the conduct of Lady Margaret Macdonald, who harboured and concealed Prince Charles when, in the extremity of peril, he threw himself on her protection. ‘And would not you, Madam,’ enquired Prince Frederick, ‘have done the same, in the same circumstances? I am sure,――I hope in God,――you would.’ Hogg relates this incident in the introduction to his ‘Jacobite Relics,’ and it does honour to the prince, himself,――who used at least to profess fraternal affection, if not political sympathy, by standing at an open window at St. James’s overlooking the Park, with his arm round the Duke of Cumberland’s neck. [Sidenote: _A LONDON ELECTOR’S WIT._]