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-good friends and true. And so, when the best cause that ever was in the world shall have been overborne-when the fairest opportunity for setting up that cause on the basis of everlasting security, shall have been lost, when its best champions shall have been sacrificed; and all hopes of future and more successful enterprise shall be ever cut off, by the example of the failure of ourshow will they all lament? How many if we had known, and if we had been called upon, will be pleaded to shift the blame from the shoulders on which it alone can justly alight. How will a too late remembrance of actually forfeited promises, be alleged in tax of our false delicacy in not reminding the promisers of their engagement, to make our memory the scape-goat of their defalcation ?
INTERRUPTION. Well! even our large upper room, so near to heaven, so truly apostolical, so closely resembling that in which the very first preachers of Christianity, are alleged to have assembled, and which (if we will believe) was honoured by the posthumous presence of Christ himself, that exalted humbleness, that humble exaltation, where
No weeping orphan saw his father's stores
With a chalked floor, brass nails, and scarlet baize. This our poor satire on a temple, whose humble style and furniture had delighted the malignity and elicited the jibes and taunts of such a press as Leeds can boast of, has become of dignity enough to call for the especial interference of the Right Worshipful the Mayor and the Reverend and Worshipful the Magistrates of this great town, to prevent our further occupation. The
very humbleness which provoked their scorn, was not too humbled to escape their envy. Their fears have paid us a compliment, that could never have been wrung from their courtesy ; their arrogance affects to despise, what their conduct acknowledges to be formidable.
The silk-invested orators of Christianity, who lean on cushions of velvet, who declaim from pompous pedestals, under gilded canopies and gold-fretted roofs, with all appliances of magnificence and convenience that measureless wealth could lend to measureless vanity, are yet afraid and alarmed at reason in a garret. Reason must not gain footing any where. It must not be heard at all. That the Infidel Missionaries should have engaged the most respectable hall of public audience in the town was terrible. The Mayor interferes, the Magistrates are alarmed, it is not safe, it is not to be endured.
Well-a-day, then, the Infidel Missionaries for want of better accommodation, engaged the best that remained to them; say, as poor as it could be described to be ; say, as mean as it could be
wished to be.—Why, out again !-the matter is not mended the Magistrates are no less alarmed—the Mayor no less determined to interfere—the danger no less formidable—the possible consequences no less terrible. Our presence only would give dignity to a hovel, and consecrate a barn. A higher compliment by implication, was never paid to man. If thus we scare them while on the wing, what should we, could we but pounce on them? If in our infinite lack of all even ground and chance of fair play in the glorious struggle, if from that very depth of destitution of all things, for which they designate us “most miserable and wretched beings,” their fears confess our power, and they tremble for the effect of our harangues. What should we not become, what should we not achieve, should fortune but once put into our hands, but just a millionth of the millionth part of their advantages ? Look on the Methodist chapel here at Leeds, and say but that that one site were ours whereon to unfurl the banner of Infidelity, and one such a man as of such men our summons could convene ten thousand, were settled on that site, above the necessity of dependence on eleemosynary aid, and the Christianity and misery of Leeds, the gospel-shop and the ginshop, the blue devils, and the black ones, would in the course of a single generation yield to the reign of well-washed faces, wellregulated minds, and general happiness, confidence, and affection among men.
I find every where and on all occasions, an infinite preponderance of the disposition to hear, the willingness to be instructed, the capacity to judge; the desire, curiosity, and thirst after better information, prevailing in the great mass of mind, over all the bigotry, selfishness, hypocrisy, and prejudice, which indolence and inattention might take to be the universal characterism. Christianity is rather submitted to, than consented to; endured, than loved; put up with for want of any thing better being offered-than acquiesced in for any merits of its own. It could no more maintain its hold on the human mind, against an equal chance, or any chance at all, afforded to the power of rational and moral eloquence, than the foul and stagnant waters of these dye-stained ditches,-could command our preference to the pure waters of the limpid stream.
“ Not to the skies in useless columns toss'd,
Nor in proud falls magnificently lost;
Health to the sick, and solace to the swain," Again and again, I repeat-living, I maintain, dying, I shall leave to the world, as the most assured verity which all the knowledge I have gained in the world has written on my convictions,—that the first man who shall found and endow an lofidel chapel, will entitle himself to be considered as the very greatest and best man the world ever had in it.
THERE are some men, who, not having a reason of their own, I think below the merit of a reason, and when I desire to speak of them, I feel, that my contempt will allow me to speak of them only in rhyme. My readers will do me the justice to say, that as I make no pretension to poetry, I never resort to rhyme on any other occasion.
For the cause of the appearance of the present piece, I refer the reader to a paragraph from the Leeds Patriot, of Saturday, June 27, quoted by Mr. Taylor. This
paper conducted by one Foster, who has lately been a bankrupt, as a timber merchant, in Knaresborough. His attack upon me was entirely uncalled for. I have in no way intruded myself upon him as an individual. I am sure, that his passion against me is a bad one : that he has not taken the pains, so to inform himself, as to make a proper estimate of my character; that he has not the faculty of being politically or even morally just ; that, therefore, he is onder a disqualification to be the advocate of public or private reform. I know nothing of ballads and tunes, so I must leave each Yorkshireman to put his own tune to these rhymes; and out of Yorkshire, they will not be worth the time of reading.
ON THE RADICAL FOSTER, OF KNARESBOROUGH,
Present Editor of a newspaper called the Leeds Patriot.
Ye Yorkies, of Yorkshire,
In Leeds, too, let him fail, 'T'will be well, that his fame Prove no tricks can be play'd In the patriot's name. He rails against Malthus, Carlile does not like ; But, like Cobbett, forgets To know first and then strike. His wooden acquirements, Make himn strike in the dark, Like a coward, can bluster, Like a cur, he can bark. He strikes, without knowing, Kicks, where Cobbett kicks, Like him, eats his own words, And so 'round plays his freaks. But nought can he teach you, For nought has he knowo; Borrows even his lies, Knows not truth when its shown. He, too, talks of his God And Christian religion, Would not, in his paper, Reject even the pigeon. A Deist, in closet, In print, a grave rogue, Thinking hypocrisy Should be kept well in vogue. Not like Hesealton shrewd, In his queries or plan, Though backed in his tricks, By his West-riding man. Much more could I write, But I'm sure you will say, Enough has been written, Such a thing to display. At parting, i'll request, That you'll look him through, And beware of this timber Head krave of Knave'sborough; Who'll foster your follies, Your vices encourage, Your real tyrants protect, And share in their forage. So be just to yourselves, And to all be you just, While justice to Foster Is to withhold your trust.
His poor paper, reject,
TISS FRANCES WRIGHT.
To the Editor of “ The Lion." Srr-The following extract from the Dublin Evening Posi, is I think worthy insertion in the Lion:
“ Extract of a letter from New York, dated April 30, 1829:Miss Frances Wright has been in New York for two or three months past, giving bectures on knowledge, in oppositiou to the Christian religion, and the Yankees here say, that if ever religion tottered from its foundation, it does so at this moment. Miss W. was born in Dundee. Her eloquence surpasses, every thing in former times: those that have heard the great Mrs. Siddons yield the supremacy to the former. Miss W. is editor of a weekly paper entitled the Free Enquirer, in conjunction with a D. Owen, son of Owen the philanthropist, and a Mr. Jennings. It meets with a rapid sale, and they are generally obliged to throw off a second series. Miss W. contends, that no republic can exist, unless edacation is equally divided among the rich and the poor, even where the fanaticisge and superstition of the present day are thrown off. There is no lecture of her's bat can be listened to even by the greatest fanatic, with pleasure. Her arguments are the strongest, the most forcible, the most impressive and conclusive, that human imagination can invent i conless, I myself feit a little startled, and begin to consider whether it can be a delusion which pervades the civilized world. Miss Wright, however, has met with powerful opposition. Just before locating herself here, every effort was made by the priestgoing community to prevent the transportation of the mail on Sunday. Innumerable petitions pro and con were presented to Congress-it was referred to a Select Committee, and that Coma.
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