Fowle's New Hampshire Gazette And General Advertiser

LONDON,

Sept. 9. On Saturday Mr. Becket, of Pall-mall, Bookseller to his Royal Highness the Prince of Wales, sent the following address from the Right Boys, in Ireland, to the Right Honourable Lord George Gordon. The mode of distressing for the tythes, to support the Bishops, gives rise to their complaints. Lord George Gordon, having never before received any communication from the poor people of Ireland, thought it his duty to inform his Majesty's servants and the public (without loss of time) that the cries of the poor and needy may be attended to immediately, and their minds quieted by wise counsel.

"My Lords,

From the active and spirited part you have so frequently taken in redressing national grievances. We, the Right Boys of the kingdom of Ireland, are induced to address you.--We have been long groaning under the weight of the most grievous oppressions; but are at length determined to seek redress ; as we have little to expect from cringing to and supplicating the flinty-hearted tyrants of the land, we find coercive means become necessary ; to put these into execution, we want only a spirited leader.--To you we look as to the man who is to be our saviour ; if you will undertake a cause worthy of you, you have now an opportunity of rendering your name immortal as it is illustrious--Be our leader, my Lord, by whatever title you shall choose, and you shall find in this kingdom two hundred thousand brave men ready to enlist under your banner--men differing widely from a dastardly, enervated London mob --men bold as lions, and whose firm nerves are not yet unstrung by luxury--the hardy and robust sons of Hibernia, early inured to hardship, and by poverty restrained to temperance, are fearless of danger, and able to sustain severe toil : we are not carnivorous animals ; even milk is a luxury we can but seldom afford to indulge in: from dark of morn 'till dark of night we labour.- This incessant toil is rewarded by a scanty meal of potatoes ; those are truly become our daily bread : our drink, indeed, comes unadulterated from the fountain.--To be sure, at a fair or a pattern, when we get a croustheen of whiskey, we don't throw it over our shoulders--but this occurs so seldom, it is not worth talking of,--But to the purpose ; as Irishmen are famed for strength and courage, so are they remarkable for a steady perseverance in any cause they undertake.--Such then are the men fit to engage in the glorious enterprize ; and now they are roused to a sense of the wrongs they and their ancestors have long, too long patiently borne, they will not be appeased till they at least redress those wrongs, in defiance of any obstacles that may stand in their way, You, my Lord, are a man born for great undertakings ; do not then in the name of liberty lose the glorious opportunity of exerting your innate disposition ; let not a foolish, narrowminded idea of religious distinctions prevent your embarking in our cause'; we for our parts entirely lay aside
all such idle distinctions.--Men of all persuasions
join heartily in the common cause, united by our
common sufferings--Lead us on, my Lord, in the
name of liberty and success--lead us on--we burn
to be led on to victory, certain to meet it under
such a leader : then shall the land once more flow
with milk and whiskey, and your laureled name
be transmitted to posterity foremost amongst he-
roes !

" Do not disappoint the hopes of too,ooo brave
fellows, in whose names I subscribe myself, my
Lord,
Your Lordship's most devoted humble servant,
Murrhough M'Sweeney Right,
First Captain of the Right Boys.

" Your Lordship will please to direct your an-
swer to the Rev. Mr. Hewitson, Fairville, Car-
rack on Suir.

": Through the channel now made use of, our
correspondence will be safe,

" Babel More, Aug. 15, 1786."