The Rhode Island Republican

DOCTOR LOGAN.

IT is a misfortune the publick have long lamented, that every American that sets his foot upon British soil, abandons the rights of his own country, and immediately becomes an apostate Englishman. No matter what wrongs and insults our injured country has received from their ruthless hands; whether our cities are burned to ashes; our territorial or commercial rights are invaded; our citizens slaughtered and butchered in our own waters; our national sovereignty attacked and disgraced in an unguarded hour of hospitality; our merchants plundered of their property; our citizens impressed murdered and "ROASTED by savages."—ALL—all is forgotten, and all is wished to be buried in oblivion, without "remuneration or apology." A good British dinner, and a generous glass of English wine, will make a fool wise—a knave an honest man—the stupid eloquent—the insipid loquacious—changing the heart of a Republican to that of a monarchist.

But who instructed the sage Doctor to tell the British faction that America wished all that was past to be buried in oblivion? From whom did he receive his instruction? If his soul is insensible to the stings of insult; if his heart is callous to the WRONGS of his country; if his spirit is enraptured with British hospitality and attention; if his blood circulates without boiling with indignation at the repeated insults of the British nation, let him return to England and act the buffoon at a British feast—let him promulgate to an assemblage of such distinguished persons, that America wishes all that was past to be buried in oblivion: but yet let him tell his company his declaration springs from the fumes of wine, quaffed in an hour of hilarity—that they are unauthorized, and diametrically opposite to the feelings and spirits flaming in the true American heart, determined to resent the wrongs too long repeated, too long borne, and too long neglected in retaliation.

Does the sage Doctor wish our imprisoned seamen to remain slaves in the floating castles of Britain?

Does he wish the blood of PEIRCE to be forgotten?

Does he wish the insult of Capt. Love to be passed over without reproach?

Does he wish the outrage committed upon our national sovereignty—the attack upon the Chesapeake, and the murder of her crew, to be surrendered as unworthy of notice?

Does he wish the abominable conduct of the British ministry in the affair of Mr. Erskine to be cooly passed by as no insult?

Does he wish British ships to blockade all the ports of Europe by proclamation, prohibit our trade with the continent, and we acquiesce?

Does he wish the British government to enforce the law of 1756, and we acknowledge its justice?

Does he wish the British navy should enforce our own laws and their Admiralty court to determine their violation and infringement?

Does he wish that England should be the grand custom-house of the world, and all neutrals to pay tribute by purchasing a licence to trade?

Great GOD! where is the heart except the noble Doctor's, that would not rather perish as a Freeman, than submit to such humiliating and degrading submission as a slave; for servitude is inevitable if we wish all this past to be buried in oblivion, without demanding and receiving satisfaction for the wrongs, insults and violated rights, heaped upon us by the British government.

To such apostates as Doctor Logan, fattening upon British bounty and hospitality, may be ascribed all the high encomiums paid that infamous government that we daily see disgracing the columns of American news-papers. To their arts—their obsequious flattery, we see paragraph after paragraph eulogizing that corrupted and corrupting government.

Millions have already been expended, and millions will be expended to change the minds, habits and tempers of the American nation, to bring them in subjection to British views, and in love with the British government. But before that day will come the elements shall change their properties—the earth change her motion, and find out a new orbit. Yes! the true American detests British connection; whose friendship is death—whose virtues are crimes, and whose conduct is infamous.

Doctor Logan is the friend of England. We cannot add more to his private worth, or his publick services—his reward is inevitable. The Doctor may make speeches—compliment British rapacity—apologize to murder, fraud and rapine. The English papers may sound the applause. The British papers in this country may echo the fulsome stuff; but
I will be a knell that will sound and sink his name forever, with the honest patriot and the faithful loyal American. He has fixed a millstone around his neck that will prove his destruction : the federalists and the British faction cannot remove it and save him from the merited detestation and abhorrence of the wise, the good and patriotick Americans ! We leave him writhing in his guilt, hypocrisy and baseness.