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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1910 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER IX DEADLOCK OVER THE TEA SHIPS. BOSTON TEA PARTY ALL this time the East India Company was feeling its lack of a market. Seventeen million pounds of tea1 are said to have been heaped up in its warehouses awaiting American buyers. The members had been doubtful of Lord North's scheme from the first, and would have preferred the old method of paying an export tax and assessing it in the price to the consumer. The company, however, was much concerned at this moment, lest it should forfeit its charter; irregularities in India having been made a pretext for investigation, and Lord Clive at once censured, thanked, and pardoned.2 Rather than do anything to incur the King's displeasure, the company let matters for a time take their course, but at length, threatened with bankruptcy, the members resolved tea should be sent out at all hazards. The people of the Colony meanwhile were as set as ever in their determination to abstain from its use. A rhyme of the day runs: 3 Rouse every generous, thoughtful mind; The rising danger flee: If you would lasting freedom find, Now, then, abandon tea. Scorn to be bound with golden chains, Though they allure the sight: Bid them defiance, if they claim Our freedom and birthright. 1 Out Country, II, 698. Lossing. 'Life of Fox, 436. Trevelyan. * Colonial Days, 99. Markham. Shall we our freedom give away, And all our comfort place In drinking of outlandish tea, Only to please our taste? Forbid it, Heaven! let us be wise, And seek our country's good; Nor ever let a thought arise That tea should be our food. Since we so great a plenty have Of all that's for our health, Shall we that blasted herb receive, Impoverishing our wealth? Adieu, away, 0 Tea! begone! Salute our taste no more; Though thou art coveted by...