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My father's great error lay in a belief that land would rise after peace, and there was no possibility of making him think otherwise. So early as the year 1807, I saw into this delusion, and entreated him by letter then, and year after year, up to 1814, to dispose of some of his land, and make himself secure. Nor was my opinion, as to what would happen after the war, registered in private letters only. In 1808, and on many occasions since, I have stated in print what I thought. In 1809 I took the farm of Deptford in Wiltsbire, with a clear perception how things would go. I took it for twenty-one years, to pay a money-rent, viz. £600 annually for the first seven, and a corn-rent, viz. 1143 bushels of wheat, annually, for the remaining fourteen years; and at this hour, my lease is, I dare to say, the best in that county; the corn-rent being now calculated at the market price of wheat, and quite moderate, of course. This last year about £370.
Trusting to the credit which my father's apparent affluence afforded me, I laid out on Deptford farm £6000, even in the face of such a persecution as no other tenant ever bad to contend with. While my landlord withheld from me cash, justly due for stipulated improvements, he distrained and sold my stock; and again distrained without the slightest necessity, even when my poor wife was left alone, and when not a farthing was due by the usage of the country. I offered a hundred times over to settle disputes by reference to neutral persons; but nothing save law would suffice, and in that I beat him at every point. I recovered £1425, detained while rents were extorted: besides the costs of three suits and several years interest on rents wrongfully exacted. I got possession of my money, long withheld, only a few weeks before I sailed for America. I put it into the hands of a friend, to distribute equally among my creditors ; and my last act before, going abroad, was offering to settle all by reference to gentlemen. I trusted that when my back was turned, this
offer would be accepted; but refusal followed me almost immediately to Upper Canada. I was then unwell, and unfit for travelling; or should immediately have come home. I entreated my friends to do their best for me, and report: but after I had foiled my enemy, what did my friends do? contrary to express instructions, and while there was no necessity whatever, they gave away my lease, worth £3000, even under the worst landlord in England, for nothing: they gave away my stock for half its value, and this half value, £1500, they put in bond, as security for the man to whom they had given away my lease!! I had friends who, with the scratch of a pen, could have saved me from destruction; but such truly were the doings of my friends !!
Never was I yet beaten, fairly, by an enemy; but, for my friends, I am no match. Up to the present moment, I am labouring for my friends. Only five days ago, I appeared with my counsel in the Court of Chancery, and had the satisfaction, on account of my friends, of finding, that my enemy had shrunk from the battle—that after keeping up the forms of an appeal for four years, his counsel had no brief!! What is to become of me, I know not; but of this I feel more and more confident, that it is duty to endure even to the last with patience.
When I came home from America, I found that a friend had laid for me the foundation of a suit in the Court of Session, Edinburgh; it was for a provision to my children, and I immediately carried on the suit. It was given in my favour in May 1820; but the agents employed against me immediately applied for another hearing, and on this other hearing I had again a decree in my favour, with costs, in December, 1820. The agents against me then laid a false statement before their employers, and took counsel in London as to going before the House of Peers. Their counsel dissuaded them from that; but still I am kept out of money wherewith to maintain my children, though it has been due nearly for two years; and thougla I have made repeated offers to submit all disputes to neutral people, I must still be worried by lawyers, while my own has deserted me, after heaping confusion on confusion, that the bread may be taken from the mouths of my children; but still I shall be patient-and may God help me.
. While I was residing in England, there were wretches so vile as to send anonymous letters to my father, to injure me in bis eyes, and for a while they prevailed *. They did indeed, I believe, greatly add to his distraction; but ultimately they failed in disuniting father and son. Though for years my father had ceased to correspond with me, through evil influences, I wrote to him in the ardour of affection, upon hearing of his failure, and had a suitable
* The inhabitants of Wiltshire will remember, that a malignant article was published in Simpson's Salisbury Gazette of January 30th, 1817, by way of critique on my pamphlet, entitled, “ Tue Village System.” This was sent to me in manuscript before it was printed, to provoke my attention, but without effect, for I thought it below notice; and when the Editor sent me a copy of his newspaper, in which it was inserted, I held it equally in contempt. Here, however, busy malice did not rest. The article was reprinted in the shape of a pamphlet, and sent for sale all over the country; while a copy was sent under cover of a frank to my father, clearly with a view to give him pain, and injure me in his eyes. My father, however, was by this time on his guard against wicked machinations. He ordered a copy of my “ VILLAGE SYSTEM," and was well satisfied. This information was communicated to me by my brother after he came out to Canada. It gives evidence of a spirit of the most satanic kind, and welcome shall that spirit be to read this record. Simpson, the printer, must have been a mere agent in the business. A considerable sum of money must have been expended on the publication; and some lille interest must have been employed to procure the frank.
return. His last saying of me was this he will hurt himself, but do good to others;" and I will repeat, that a purer spirit than that of my father never visited the earth.
London, November 8, 1821.
N. B. Without further explanation the reader may be apt to think that I have digressed strangely from an " EXPLANATION OF THE MAP." The first volume was printed before I had contemplated the publication of this one in connection with it; and in that volume, though I'had repeatedly pointed to the parson of Little York, it was not my intention to have mentioned his name. Circumstances having induced me to change my plan, Dr. Strachan has had his history so far set forth in the General Introduction; but I was unwilling in that place to detain the reader too long with a disgusting subject; and am still to reserve for another occasion the grand exposé. In the General Introduction I have stated that Strachan in twelve pages of his book had told thirty-two false boods and thirtyeight untruths. My first volume gives contradiction to some of the most palpable of these: this volume contradicts others; and the above particulars of my own and my father's history pretty nearly 'make out the remaining proof; and will be quite sufficient to satisfy whoever has read - TheVisit to 'UPPER CANADA,” that I was entitled to speak freely of " A MONSTROUS LITTLE FOOL OP A PARSON."
' In my 3d volume, under the title, “ Quarterly Review and Doctor Strachan,” the cream of the jest shall be served up.
The 12 pages of scandal shall there be given at length ; and every item of falsehood or untruth shall be referred to special facts for contradiction in the pages of these volumes; or in other writings of mine, both before and after I was in Upper Canada. I am, indecd, strong in this kind of defence. For 13 years that I have sube. mitted my opinions and statements to the public in print, I have invariably attached to these my name ; and in every transaction, whether concerning business or character, I have uniformly been in the habit of keeping regular files of vouchers. If I ever made mistake, I should be most happy to be corrected : if I ever did any one an injury, I should be most happy to repair that injury, by apology or otherwise. The villain Strachan, in his “ VISIT TO UPPER CANADA,” has spoken of falsehoods which I published in Upper Canada. I am here at home, before my country, and dare the whole earth to convict me of falsehood either in word or act. I have brought home every scrap of print which I published in Upper Canada, and if the public calls for it, every syllable of this shall be published here. It was a shame for the Quarterly Review even to notice such a weak and palpably malignant production as the “ VISIT TO UPPER CANADA,” and my notice shall be directed to it, only to expose the vile system of iniquity in provincial government, which the Quarterly Review seems willing to maintain, even by taking by the hand such a contemptible miscreant as Strachan !!!
The first of the 32 falsehoods told by Strachan to injure me is, that I was “ turned out of my father's house" this is so totally destitute of truth that I know not where the liar could find for his lie even a shadow of excuse.
The only plausible scandal in his budget is, that I was
expelled from the Bath Society;" but the fact is, that I am as proud of this record as St. Paul was of his two dozen and odd whippings. I was the most zealous member of the Bath Society in all things wherein that society could effect good. The Bath Society proposed to have tithes commuted. I was invited by letter to give my aid. All Wiltshire will yet testify how strenuous I was. Two contemptible essays were successively written on the sub