Con-cider-ate


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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