While grave men reasoned thus, the Whig jesters were not sparing of their pasquinades.

Some of the Noncompounders, meantime, uttered indignant murmurs.

The King was in bad hands, in the hands of men who hated monarchy.

His mercy was cruelty of the worst sort.

The general pardon which he had granted to his enemies was in truth a general proscription of his friends.