802. Federalissimo
Massachusetts Gazette, 14 March 1788

To the FARMER.

SIR, It is very unfortunate for you that you are not able to divest yourself of that low scurrillity which ever marks your productions, and designates the author, whether signed Republican Federalist, Helvidius Priscus, Caucus, or a Farmer. In your productions of yesterday, under the signatures of Caucus and a Farmer, you have again resorted to the scurvy art of lying, in order to replenish your scroll with assertions as base as the motives which actuate your insidious heart. Did not I suppose you lost to every generous feeling, and too callous to receive any impression from an idea that a generous mind would dictate, I should not address you in the stile I now do; but fully sensible that nothing but home strokes will be of any avail. I am induced to be plain and open in what I say. Your contemptible, vile and base insinuations, ushered to publick view under the signature of Caucus, with an intent to derogate from the merit of one of the first characters in America, at once discovers the villainous system on which you build your hopes of introducing —— —— (spare me the name) into office.—Whence, and what art thou, miscreant? what demon tempted thee to employ thy pen to defame characters, the brightness of whose patriotism strikes terrour to your soul, and whose integrity and firmness will command esteem when you and your more dastardly patrons are gnashing your teeth with anguish and remorse in the frightful caverns of a dreaded obscurity?

In your publication under the signature of a Farmer, in the same paper, you assert the most glaring falshoods that baseness itself could dictate. Point out the place, in the production of Federalissimo, thou sycophant, which tells the freemen of Massachusetts that they must choose the hon. S. A. for lieutenant-governour. It is indeed strongly recommended to them to bestow their suffrages on that worthy and venerable patriot; but a recommendation surely is not a command; it is as foreign to it as virtue and truth is to thy tainted soul. To pretend to particularize all your foibles would be rendering you too important, and it is to be lamented that even the common language of contempt must give such a paltry scribbler a notice of which you are wholly unworthy. Go on, sir, in your defamatory harrangues, if you think proper—but be assured, that in whatever shape, or under whatever signature they may appear, you will find a severe chastiser of the insolence you propagate, in Federalissimo.