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My uncle's jaws began to quiver with indignation. -- He said, the
scribblers of such infamous stuff deserved to be scourged at the
cart's tail for disgracing their country with such monuments of
malice and stupidity. -- 'These vermin (said he) do not consider,
that they are affording their fellow subjects, whom they abuse,
continual matter of self-gratulation, as well as the means of
executing the most manly vengeance that can be taken for such
low, illiberal attacks. For my part, I admire the philosophic
forbearance of the Scots, as much as I despise the insolence of
those wretched libellers, which is akin to the arrogance of the
village cock, who never crows but upon his own dunghill.' The
captain, with an affectation of candour, observed, that men of
illiberal minds were produced in every soil; that in supposing
those were the sentiments of the English in general, he should
pay too great a compliment to is own country, which was not of
consequence enough to attract the envy of such a flourishing and
powerful people.
Mrs Tabby broke forth again in praise of his moderation, and
declared that Scotland was the soil which produced every virtue
under heaven.
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