Accordingly, ministerial newspapers make ostentation of flogging-cases. The interests of the country demand: and so on. The exigencies of the nation require: and so forth. The naval and military forces are hot-beds of sedition, and nothing was ever known to cure that, but the cat-o’-nine-tails. And we shall lie at the mercy of the enemy, if the entire nation is not sound on the subject of mutiny: let us not, then, be mealy-mouthed in the stern path of duty! And the _Courier_, in its stern path, records (24th June, 1809):-- “The mutiny amongst the local militia, which broke out at Ely, was fortunately suppressed on Wednesday, by the arrival of four squadrons of the German Legion cavalry from Bury, under the command of General Auckland. Five of the ringleaders were tried by a Court-Martial, and sentenced to receive 500 lashes each, part of which punishment they received on Wednesday, and a part was remitted. A stoppage for their knapsacks was the ground of complaint that excited this mutinous spirit, which occasioned the men to surround their officers, and demand what they deemed their arrears.” Now, first, what is flogging--rather, what _was_ it?[1] Let us have a few of Mr. Cobbett’s reminiscences before we proceed:-- “At the flogging of a man, I have frequently seen seven or eight men fall slap upon the ground, unable to endure the sight, and to hear the cries, without swooning away. We used to lift them back a little way, take off their stocks, and unbutton their shirt collars, and they came to after a little while. These were as stout, hardy, and bold men as anywhere to be found.” “I, who was eight years in the army, who was a sergeant-major six years of the time, have seen men receive their flogging at _twice_, at _thrice_, and I remember a man, named Valentine Hickey, who received his flogging at _four_ instalments.” “… In addition to the pain of the flogging, the flogged man has to pay the drum-major for the use of the cats!” “The whip-cord may be large or small. Ours used to be as thick as the very thickest twine made use of to tie up stout and heavy parcels. The knots were about the size, as nearly as I can recollect, of a dwarf marrow-fat pea; and the length of the lash was, I think, about fifteen or sixteen inches.… The drummers used to do the flogging; they were always stripped for the work, and each, by turns, laid on his twenty-five lashes, and then another came.” Just so. * * * * * On Saturday, the 1st of July, the _Weekly Political Register_ takes for its motto the above paragraph from the _Courier_, and begins with the following comments:--