The Curmudgeon

YOU'LL COME FOR THE CURSES. YOU'LL STAY FOR THE MUDGEONRY.

Wednesday, October 14, 2020

Journal of the Plague Year

continued, by a Gentleman

Much valiant and voluble Speeching at the Bloater and Blueſtocking Coffee-houſe this Eve, as the News came abroad that ſome traytorous Welſh Upſtart hath cloſed off the Province entire and baniſhed all true Engliſhmen from the making of Holy-days and Feſtivities therein, upon the tranſparent falſe Pretext of attempting to curtail the Woo Han Peſtilence. It was inſtantly agreed, that ſuch brazen Impudence and unconſcionable Blaſphemy againſt the Liberty of the Nation merits nothing leſs than the ultimate Penalty, and ſeverall Members were ſo moved with moral Indignation and happy Anticipation of Drawings and Quarterings, that their Faces became quite purple and my Lord Fyne-Whytewhyne was carried off in great Agonies of the Bladder, amid urethral Diſcharges of a moſt aſsertive and wide-ranging Character. In due courſe a Petition was drawn up, pledging all proper Aſsiſtance in quelling the Celtic Rabble and teaching the Glendowerite Dog not to raiſe his puny Hind-leg againſt the mighty Oak that is the Engliſh Vacationer, the ſacred Document being ſigned by every one preſent in whatever Fluids and Leakages were moſt readily to Hand. There can be little Doubt, that even in the buſy Halls of Weſtminſter ſo forthright and uncompromiſed a Meſsage will not eaſily be ignored.

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