Therefore, according to the advice of Hilaro, I despatched a balloon with four men over the desert to the Cape of Good Hope, with letters to be forwarded to England, requiring, without delay, a few cargoes of fudge.
The people had all this time remained in a general state of ferment and murmur.

Everything that rancour, low wit, and deplorable ignorance could conceive to asperse my government, was put in execution.

The most worthy, even the most beneficent actions, everything that was amiable, were perverted into opposition.
The heart of Munchausen was not made of such impenetrable stuff as to be insensible to the hatred of even the most worthless wretch in the whole kingdom; and once, at a general assembly of the states, filled with an idea of such continued ingratitude, I spoke as pathetic as possible, not, methought, beneath my dignity, to make them feel for me: that the universal good and happiness of the people were all I wished or desired; that if my actions had been mistaken, or improper surmises formed, still I had no wish, no desire, but the public welfare, &c.

&c.

&c.
Hilaro Frosticos was all this time much disturbed; he looked sternly at me--he frowned, but I was so engrossed with the warmth of my heart, my intentions, that I understood him not: in a minute I saw nothing but as if through a cloud (such is the force of amiable sensibility)--lords, ladies, chiefs--the whole assembly seemed to swim before my sight.
The more I thought on my good intentions, the lampoons which so much affected my delicacy, good nature, tenderness--I forgot myself--I spoke rapid, violent--beneficence--fire--tenderness--alas! I melted into tears! "Pish! pish!" said Hilaro Frosticos.
Now, indeed, was my government lampooned, satirised, carribonadoed, bepickled, and bedevilled.