much as named among them; and the spirit that actuates all their proceedings is a burning hatred against England-against government-against landlords-against Protestantism.

The parish priest has naturally an immense influence over these persons, and they are the principal means by which he governs the people. Their power is perfectly well understood by the people, who find by experience that their vengeance is more rapid as well as more certain than the laws of the land, and who, therefore, dare not breathe a sentiment, or commit an act which is likely to draw upon their heads the swift bolt of a certain and often fearful vengeance of a cabal which would beat their persons, insult their families, or injure their cattle on the first opportunity. By this system of terror, these knots or cabals have obtained an irresistible influence over the peasantry, who dare not think for themselves or act for themselves in any thing that may interest those persons; so that there is an iron chain flung over the minds and bodies of the people on the subject of religion; for they feel perfectly convinced that by any tendency to conform, they would ensure the hostility of the priest, and the consequent vengeance of those who act as his satellites. And thus it is, as many of this poor and oppressed people have personally told me, that a vast body of the population remain externally in the Church of Rome, through fear of that vengeance which is too sure to pursue all who abandon her communion.'

THE ENGLISH BURIAL GROUND AT ROME.

"Although my house be not so with God, yet hath he made with me an everlasting covenant, ordered in all things and sure, for this is all my salvation, and all my desire, although he make it not to grow." Inscription on one of the Tomb Stones.

WILL Rome then yield a place of rest
To those who will not own
Submission to her triple crest,
And kiss her priestly throne?
She will-she points a plot of ground,
Without the city's hallowed bound,
Where spreads a gentle couch around,
With herbs and flow'rets strewn.

Enough! we hail the outer ward,
And wall with ivy deck'd,
The pyramid of a heathen lord 2
Will well our bones protect-
Better a scorned and lowly tomb,
Than lie embraced by faithless Rome,
When He, who seals the city's doom,
Shall rise for His elect.

ניי.

'Tis meet, since we refuse to share
Her board of blessings spread,
Nor heed her ban, nor ask her prayer,
That she refuse our dead!

It matters not-they sleep as sweet,
Low nestled at the city's feet,
Spared by the angry storms, that beat
Fierce on her tow'ring head.

We sought with her in life no part;
Grudged not her wealth or fame,
Despised her superstition's mart,
Refused to gild her shame.
We asked no faint or jaundiced ray,

To point the Source of living day,

Our guide the LIFE, the TRUTH, the WAY—

We owned no other name.

The long array we may not boast

Of deeds of merit bright

Of conquests won o'er hell's proud host

By man's unaided might

One work is our's-more choice than goldFAITH '-faith in Christ, by which enrolled, We gather in the Shepherd's fold,

And pasture in his sight.

No marble from Sicilia brought-
Nor monumental bust-

Nor form, by skilful chisel wrought,
May press the mouldering dust-

1 John vi, 29.

As forth we came, we sink to earth,
Naked, and destitute of worth,
Yet, glorying in our second birth,
We have whereon to trust.

For tho' our house be not with Him,
As His commands require,

Our service stained, our graces dim,
And faint each pure desire;

Upon the heart His broad seal prest,
In His white robe of virtue drest,
On His sure covenant we rest,
And to His heav'n aspire.

We know who rightful claims our faith,
Immutably the same,

Nor heed earth, hell, or tyrant death,
Though they denounce our name.
Without the gate the Saviour bled,
Without the gate they made his bed,
How blest with Him to lay our head,
And share our Master's shame!!

We thank thee, Rome, for this green field, Howe'er by thee unblest

We thank thee more, thou would'st not yield A place upon thy breast!

On thy bent brow there is a sign,

Though fiercely flushed with harlot-wine, That notes thee doomed to wrath divine,O who would be thy guest!

1 Heb. xiii. 12, 13.

Far rather would we rest our dead,
Where Spring nor Summer bloom,
Than ask of thee, when life is fled,

The same proud, common tomb.
When on thy crown the death-bolts lower,
The thought will cheer us in that hour;
'They shared not in thy pride of power,
They share not in thy doom!'

J. A. L.

The following form of Absolution is commonly used in the Church of Rome.

"The merits of the blessed Virgin Mary, the merits of all the Saints, whatsoever good you have done, whatsoever evil you have suffered, be unto you for the remission of sins, and the reward of eternal life.”

Neither in the confession nor in the absolution of this apostate church, is the name of the Lord Jesus Christ once mentioned or alluded to.