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LORD BOTTETOT, in passing through Gloucester, soon after the cider tax,
in which he was very unpopular, observing himself burning in effigy, he
stopped his coach, and giving a purse of guineas to the mob, said,
Pray, gentlemen, if you will burn me, burn me like a gentleman; do not
let me linger; I see you have not faggots enough. This good-humored
speech appeased the people, who gave him three cheers, and let him pass.

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