Dear Paskalos

in about Warren

Date: June 9, 1766

Author: Beelzebub, a pseudonym

“Messi[]rs. Printers,

As I was walking the Streets, last Tuesday, I accidentally found the following Letter; and that being the Day on which it was dated, I conclude it never reach’d Paskalos, whoever he is, but was drop’d by the Carrier in his hurry – – – Now as I don’t know where to find Paskalos, I can’t think of any better Method of letting him know the Honor done and intended him by the puissant Writer, than by publishing it.  And as Letters from that Quarter are not frequent, I doubt not it will please your Readers, if you give it a Place in your next.

            Yours, &c.

            J.

Dear Paskalos.

Last Evening I received the Boston Gazette, and read aloud your daring Letter addressed “to him whose guilty Conscience,” &c. – At the conclusion of which,

– “The Universal Host up sent

“A Shout that tore Hell’s Concave, and beyond

“Frighted the Reign of Chaos and old Wight,”

You cannot conceive, what claps of applause ecchoed thro’ my realm, and what joy sparkled in the eyes of every Devil. — Such noble impudence! such bold defiance of all the rules of prudence, decency, good order and truth, I think I never have met with.  I must confess to you that some passages brought a blush up into my cheeks, and, if it won’t make you too proud my boy, I will frankly own there are some strokes in it which have more of the relievo, than even I myself should have ventured at.  Go on, noble genius! sow discord and discontent — abuse the King and all under him, and thus disappoint the expectations of the virtuous Pitt with his silly gang, who have foolishly pawned their reputation for the good conduct of your countrymen — If you can deceive the people, but one year longer, I think we may safely promise ourselves, the day will be our own.

I know your ambition, and I know, and have long remark’d with pleasure, your faithfulness in my service; and be assured my dear dear Paskalos, tho’ you are soiled and disappointed in your ambitious pursuits in that world, yet your merit shall not long go unrewarded — As soon as you set foot in my dominions (which will not be long first) you have not only my word and honor, but, I swear by Styx, that you shall have any Post you ask for, be it what it will.  In the mean time, pursue your plan of abuse, and depend on it, no assistance that I can lend to your invention shall be wanting, from, dear Imp,

Your much obliged & hearty Friend,

From my Palace,

Beelzebub.

June 3, 1766.”

Source: Boston Evening Post

Reference: Paskalos, June 2, 1766

See also: Anonymous, November 24, 1766; Philopatriae, January 12, 1767; Philanthrop, January 12, 1767; C.C., January 12, 1767; Anonymous, February 2, 1767; F.F., February 2, 1767; Rober D. Coverly, February 2, 1767; Friend of the Province March 9, 1767.

Commentary: A pseudonymous Friend of Government ridicules Paskalos as an agent of the devil for his hyper-critical attack on Governor Bernard. The conceit of a devil walking the streets of Boston and that Paskalos was a frustrated office seeker, were designed to amuse and to lampoon Whigs’ motivations.

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