ABSTRACT
That ministers and men in power grow callous after a certain time, I am well convinced, as that misers do, and will equally stand the laugh; nay, even laugh themselves first. Prints, pamphlets, caracaturas, burlesque songs, and all the train of booksellers, or rather scribblers’ venom, is as indifferent to them as the hiss of an upper gallery to a very impudent player; who calls them canaille, fellows of no taste, spirit or genius.
