Daily National Intelligencer

WILLIAM COBBETT

Continues his weekly letters, addressed to different friends in England, on the state of that country, and particularly of parties there.

Last Thursday's letter is addressed to Major Cartwright. The postscript to the letter gives us the following intimations of Mr. Cobbett's plans and designs for the future.

"Here I am in safety, and being now here, I will finish several works which I have long since begun, and which if I do not finish them now, I am sure I never shall. It is at present my opinion, that I shall go home in about a year from this time, but if a general election should be expected, I do not know that I may not go sooner. If the electors of some city or town should think that they have the power to choose their members, if they should see at last that stocks and stones are of no use in the seats of parliament; if they should see that the yea-and-no gentry are little better than stocks and stones; if they should be weary of talkers, and be desirous of having doers; and if they should only say to me, that I should have an even chance; in this case I would go home immediately. I shall, in a short time, offer myself in distinct terms to the people of a city in the middle of England, to whom I am, in some degree, pledged. I shall have, as yet, no very sanguine hopes of success. But I am ready. Conscious as I feel of my power to serve my country in the capacity of member of parliament, it is my duty to offer myself, and to state specifically what I will do if placed in that capacity. There requires only about a dozen men of talent, industry and perseverance, to make corruption's life miserable, to worry the hag out of her senses, to drive her to cut her own throat, or at least to disgorge her plunder. But nothing is to be done without industry. There is no use in loose talk, however fine and however loud. It must be do as well as talk, and all must be to the purpose. There must be something to be remembered done almost every day. The hag must have a blister stuck upon every part of her carcass. To do this would cost me very little trouble, as I have all the blisters ready prepared. Most of them I have had by me for a long while. They were got ready for other orators, who, from a want of nerves, or a want of industry and decision, have never used them, notwithstanding they solemnly promised to use every one of them. It has happened to me more than twenty times, (how many more I do not know, but I am sure more than twenty, and I might say more than a hundred) to be earnestly requested to get a blister ready; and I had prepared it with infinite labor and care; after I had seen it taken away with all the apparent eagerness and haste to apply it; after all this, and after repeated exultations, on the part of the operators, as to the promised effects of it; after all this, it has, more than a score of times, happened to me, never to hear another word of my blister! We have been, my dear sir, in a bad habit: blisters should be applied by the same hands that prepare them; and, if the people of any city or town should have a fancy to see mine applied, and to see Corruption staring, jumping mad, they have only to let me know their wish. However, there is one thing, which, if I have life and health, I am resolved to do, while in this country: to write an account of the Life, Labours and Death of that famous writer THOMAS PAINE, and, perhaps, to collect and republish the whole of his writings complete in a cheap form, and with some explanatory notes to the Rights of Man particularly. I am here now upon the spot. I have within my reach all the means of correct information. There are only Long Island Sound and a very few miles of land between me and the spot where he died. Justice to his memory, justice to the cause of freedom, justice to the country that gave him birth, justice to his friends on both sides the Atlantic, demand at my hands an earnest endeavor to perform this task in a manner worthy of the subject."