behind. Uncle, I prayed for that warm-hearted Irishman, from the depths of my heart. I prayed God to bless to his poor, benighted soul, the words so bitter for him to hear. I prayed to see him enrolled in the hosts of the Lord, as a brand plucked from the burning of Babylon the Great!'

'Amen!' said my uncle. I sincerely desire that every expression calculated to wound the feelings of individuals should be avoided on these occasions. I would neither revile nor scoff. Rather would I, with tears, warn them night and day of the awful peril in which they stand, shewing them the horrors of their abominable religion as it was displayed before us this day; but always remembering the important fact, that PAPISTS ARE NOT POPERY, any more than sinners are sin. To love, tenderly to love each poor papist, is the scriptural, and the effectual way to hate and to ruin popery. What says the voice from heaven to those deluded beings? "Come out of her, ye vile apostates, ye cruel, blood-thirsty and treacherous men?" no: but in the gentlest language of mild expostulation, "Come out of her, MY PEOPLE, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues." God forbid that we should speak otherwise than as his divine oracles do!'

'Oh! uncle, how I love to hear you talk thus! I am sure that the most burning hatred exists in my heart against popery, and I love to cast fuel in the flame; but it never blazes so high and so bright as when a poor papist is brought to receive the truth as it is in Jesus. And this too, was the spirit of McGhee, in the midst of that tremendous energy to which he was roused, and when his eloquence rushed like a torrent, when his countenance, voice, gesture, lan

guage, bespoke the most exterminating hostility against the destroyer of his people, still you could not suppose otherwise than that love for the souls of men prompted him throughout.'

́Alas, alas!' said my uncle, 'we little know what those men have to contend with. Feelingly as O'Sullivan sketched the picture, neither he nor any man could pourtray the reality of what falls to the lot of our Irish clerical brethren. It is astonishing how the Lord enables them to stand against it, especially since spiritual wickedness rides so much on the high places of the land. When the highest authorities in the church, league with rulers of the state to crush what both are bound to uphold-the former committing a suicidal act, for the sake of injuring the truth-then, it is marvellous that the natural passions of men so grossly wronged should remain so perfectly subjected to the higher dictates of that against which the flesh lusts and wars. Great grace is upon them, or it could not be so.'

'Were you not delighted, uncle, at the address of O'Sullivan to his friend? It drew tears from me.'

Yes, it was beautiful! You know, he quoted the words from the venerable Latimer, who, at the stake addressed them to Ridley : "Be of good cheer, brother; we shall, by God's grace, this day, light a candle in England, that shall never go out." That such a candle has actually been lighted in Exeter Hall, I do not at all doubt. Much vehement opposition will unquestionably have been provoked: but I do confidently hope that no protestant clergyman who who was present, will fail henceforth to guard most vigilantly his flock, from the poisonous doctrine of a church now carrying on the proselytizing system in every corner of our land: I maintain, that a min

ister who fails so to do, is not-cannot be, pure from the blood of all men.' This, to be sure, is spiritually spoken; but even literally it may be applied, for now we have terrible proof before our eyes that the butchery of Protestants is no less held a duty in the Popish church of our day, than it was on the eve of St. Bartholomew.'

Surely the people of that church do not all consider it so,' I remarked.

'Oh no: they are taught to believe otherwise, because a partial outbreaking of orthodox zeal in that way would, in these days, subject their teachers to some wholesome restraints again. They are kept in utter ignorance of it, both as a matter of precaution, and to kindle their abhorrence of Protestant intolerance, in bringing charges that they verily believe to be false, against their religion. An amiable Roman Catholic will grieve over your delusion, if you hint that his church still holds the principles of the inquisition; he will, with all the simple sincerity of real truth assure, and almost convince you, that nothing can be more unfounded. But mark, that church cherishes the inviolable dogma of infallibility; and full, unquestionable submission to her decrees, is the duty that every papist cheerfully acknowledges. Consequently, whenever circumstances shall render it safe and advisable for the heads of that church to make public this blood-thirsty decree, there is no fear that it should be rejected by the miserable bondslaves of their tyrannic empire. This, this is the pith of the whole matter: we have proof that such is the doctrine, such the purpose, of those who RULE in the papacy: that those who obey are ignorant of it, nay, that they loathe the imputation, as a most wicked calumny, weighs not a feather in

the scale. Popery is unchanged: she wears a mask, but her features are the same-she proffers the hand of friendly affiance, but under her sleeve is the dagger, encrusted with the blood of former ages, with not a few more modern specks, ready, at the first unguarded moment, to be plunged into your throat.'

. 'Did I understand aright, uncle, the monstrous assertion that Jews and Pagans are entitled to greater toleration than Protestants?'

6 Even so, my child.

The Pagan and the Jew are to enjoy a degree of toleration, on the ground that the church does not judge them which are without; while the Protestant, being, as they arrogantly affirm, brought by baptism within the pale of what they call the Catholic Church, is to be dealt with as a rebel and a traitor within the territories of his lawful king, and PUT TO DEATH! You will see this distinctly proved in McGhee's pamphlet, as a main point in the creed of the popish ecclesiastical rulers.'

And its elucidation, uncle, in the fires of Smithfield.'

'Ay, and in the vallies of Piedmont.'

Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones
Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold,
Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old,
When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones,
Forget not! In thy book record their groans,
Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold
Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled
Mother with infant down the rocks. The moans
The vales redoubled to the hills, and they
To heaven. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow
O'er all th' Italian fields, where still doth sway
The triple tyrant, that from these may grow

A hundred fold, who having learned thy way,
Early may fly the Babylonian woe.

POLITICAL ECONOMY.

'Do you remember, uncle, that in one of our conversations, you adverted to the effects of machinery? 1 have been thinking a good deal about it.'

'I recollect the circumstance, my dear child, and also that a correspondent of yours fancied I was joining the party who raise a hue and cry against it.' To say the truth, uncle, I should not wonder if you did so. Look at the large number of distressed artizans, and particularly the poor hand-loom weavers, thrown out of employ by this machinery system, and starving from mere inability to get work-is it not sufficient to excite a laudable jealousy of these multiplying inventions?'

'Indeed it is a melancholy spectacle; and the patience manifested by the poor sufferers increases their claim on our sympathy. Before, however, we condemn, in a general way, the machinery which, no doubt, in some measure, occasions. this distress, let us define what a machine really is. I conceive that the name implies any instrument by which labour is abridged, or facilitated.'

Then, uncle, the needle that I am now sewing with is a machine.'

Undoubtedly. It is every whit as much a machine as the plough, or the power-loom, though much more simple in its construction.'

Well, then, as a good sempstress, I must not fall