[[Image:The-quebec-mercury.jpg|thumb|left|200px|''The Quebec Mercury'', first issue of the ''Tory'' newspaper, January 5, 1805]]Nothing would be more compromising for an honest man than to be often and highly
praised by rascals. Nothing would tend to ruin more quickly a reputation of political integrity, of devotion to the cause of justice, freedom and the rights of the people, than to deserve a word of praise, to get a second compliment from ''[[The Transcript]]'', or any other section of the [[Wikipedia:Tory|Tory]] press of [[Wikipedia:Lower Canada|Lower Canada]], such as it has been in the whole, since the first page of ''[[Wikipedia:Quebec Mercury|The Mercury]]'' to the last lucubration of ''[[The Courier]]''. It is to thwart such a perfidious tactic, it is to push back such an offencive praise, as the one which the slanderous sheet, ''The Transcript'', gives me by publishing that I said to a delegation of Irish fellow-citizens, that understood that the object of their meeting was concerned with foreign countries alone, and not Canada, I did not want to take any part in it, that I decided to give an account of the interview which I had with them.
[[Image:Old-irish-parliament.jpg|thumb|Building hosting the Irish Parliament abolished by the 1800 Act of Union]]I was being invited to become the chairman of a public meeting to demand the repeal of the oppressive [[Wikipedia:Act of Union 1800|Act of Union of Ireland]], and to express our strong sympathies, for the heroism with which the French people destroyed a corrupting [[Wikipedia:monarchy|monarchy]], made a bonfire out of a throne whose ashes,
blowned over the world by a favourable breeze, with the Westward wind of America, with the wind of freedom, started the burning of so many other thrones; and for the sublime moderation with which this people forgives the vanquished tyrants. These truths, I had called them holy. I had made myself their apostle; I had preached them. I was bound by the public, as by my conscience to make constant efforts to have them prevail, and I could have given an answer as wretched as the one which the ''Transcript'' charges on me! It is for that that I am praised! astute praise; atrocious lie, which proves the imbecility of the one who believed such news, or the corruption of the heart, the perfidy and spirit of intrigue of the one or the ones who invented and accredited it.
If I were capable of such a contemptible selfishness, of such a disgusting servilism, I would be worthy of falling to what I consider the lowest degree of the social scale: worthy to become, not by need or to win my bread, something to which an honest but unfortunate man could be reduced, to become, says I, a ''garçon-typographe-volontaire'' (what the courtesy of the English language would call a "volunteer devil") in the printing works of ''The Transcript''.
The paper's tale is of infernal origin, since ''The Transcript'' ensures the readers that [[Wikipedia:Beelzebub|Beelzebub]] alone knows where the delegation came from. It is the editor's devotion to such a boss who undoubtedly hired him to become his servant and his echo, since he publishes, as truth, the lie to which he attributes such an origin. He believes it true because it comes from from where the majority of his inspirations and inventions come from, his discoveries and his denunciations in nocturnal assemblies, as real and criminal as were those of the sorcerers' Sabbath. The last ones who were judicially burned in Europe were so in England!
The veracious version of what was and
of what this delegation wished is that it was animated by feelings too human and too generous to be suspected of coming on behalf of [[Wikipedia:Downing Street|Downing Street]]. Thus it did not come from Beelzebub. Well convinced of that, I felt my conscience safe to ear what it had to say. The delegation's feelings of hatred against all aristocratic tyranny, and of love for all popular freedoms, established from the start rapports of sympathy between its members and me. The conversation was thus frank and free, such as it would be between associates of [[Wikipedia:Tivoli Variety Theatre|Conciliation Hall]].
When nearly two centuries before the birth of [[Wikipedia:Christianity|Christianity]], on the theatre of [[Wikipedia:pagan|pagan]] [[Wikipedia:Roman Republic|Rome]], one of most elegant of her poets exhaled this suave sentence: "I am human, nothing that is human is alien to me", the unanimous applause of one hundred thousand spectators welcomed this evangelic revelation. There was not a single man in such a numerous assembly, to which assisted envoys of all the Roman colonies, ambassadors of all the parts of the globe where the [[Wikipedia:Greco-Roman|Greek and Latin civilization]], or even ours, had penetrated, who was not sensitive to this sentiment of the heart, to this cry of nature. How is it then that the whole of the Canadian Tory press believes that the duty and honesty of the British government require that it only expresses contempt and animosity for this Ireland, whose oppression produced a [[Wikipedia:Golgotha|Golgotha]] too narrow to hide in its entrails the corpses that famine feeds it; the result being that they remain exposed on its surface, and find their burial in the entrails of dogs and birds of prey! Pity for Ireland! It would be an insult to the British government, so vigilant to punish those who would be hard and cruel for the Irish, object of predilection of the Lords [[Wikipedia:John Russell, 1st Earl Russell|Russell]] and [[Wikipedia:Henry Brougham, 1st Baron Brougham and Vaux|Brougham]], [[Wikipedia:Henry Temple, 3rd Viscount Palmerston|Palmerston]] and [[Wikipedia:Edward Smith-Stanley, 14th Earl of Derby|Stanley]] and ''hoc omne genus''; a proof of it is the rigour of the punishment which they have just inflicted to [[Blake]]. In the night of last December 31, this ''mauvais riche'', this great landowner, sent men to destroy the poor houses of a great number of Irish families and made them perish by the rigour of the cold. One then asked to the worthier of the viceroys which this valley of tears and tortures ever had if it were possible to have the infamous murderer punished. The viceroy answered no, that Mr. Blake was the Master of these houses and that he could do what he wanted with them; but that, wishing to punish, as much as the English legislation and sensitivity can allow, this outrage against humanity of the highest degree, he would strike out of the list of the Justices of the Peace this monster with a man's face, a tiger's heart, the hyena's instincts, enjoying the smell of corpses in a state of decomposition around his den!