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are pride and points of honour, which keep us divided on many subjects, not a love of Christian humility, charity, and truth.
It should be the duty, as it is obviously the interest of the ruling powers, to provide for the happiness of the people, by enlightening their minds and by curbing their passions ; not by reproachful speeches and coercive laws, but by means suited to their real wants; and if, through the wisdom of Parliament and the efforts of Government, the Churches of these countries could be united, a new era of happiness would commence in our bistory. The laws in this country could be equalized, the most perfect confidence would prevail between the Government and the subjects; their natural protectors would be restored to a generous and warm-hearted people; the Aristocracy would become what it never has been in Ireland-a link between the Prince and the peasant; industry would be protected ; capital would Aow into the country; all the resources of the soil, climate, genius and talent of the nation would be called into life and activity; the union of the countries would be consolidated, and Great Britain would not only be Queen of the ocean, but Mistress of the world.
Hoping that you will again call the attention of Parliament to the consideration of this important subject.
I have the honour to be, Sir,
Your obedient humble Servant, Carlow, May 13, 1824. .
We trust that the following description of the Right Reverend Prelate, author of the above letter, will not be uninteresting to our readers. It is transcribed from a Protestant monthly publication, which is deservedly held in much esteem by the literary public. We could wish however that his Lordship were a little more explicit. We do not for instance understand the expressions “ The Pope is powerless,” “ that there is no essential difference between Catholics and Protestants," nor can we suppose his Lordship serious when he talks of the two Churches, namely, truth and falsehood being united.
DR, DOYLE. “ This gentleman is descended from one of those respectable
families in his country, that bave, as to the worldly attribute of wealth, been irretrievably ruined by the politics of Ireland. So recently as in the life time of his father, the penal code laid its' vulture-grasp upon the patimonial inheritance, and wrested it for ever. Upon approaching to man's estate, he found himself in education and alliances,- a gentlemen-in prospects and resources, an Irish Catholic. To a person so circumstanced, exile had it charms; so shaking the dust of his natal soil from his feet, he passed into Portugal, where he perfected his education in one of the universities of that country, and became an ecclesiastic. He returned to Ireland about – years ago. His learning and talents, both of which are great, procured his nomination to the professorship of Logic in the Catholic College of Carlow, and subsequently, to the titular Bishoprick which he now enjoys. In this country, where the deepest and most frequent crimes of the peasantry have a state-origin, a Catholic pastor who regards his flock, cannot abstain from intermingling political allusions in his public exhortations; and however resolutely it may be denied, it is an unquestionable fact, that many an insurgent congregation is tamed into submission to their destiny by the voice of peace and warning, that issues from the altar. In this part of his religious duties Dr. Doyle was long remarkable for his moderation. Upon the last general commotion in the South; about sixteen months ago he published a pastoral address, so adapted to its object by the spirit of Christian eloquence and charity which it breathed, that Mr. Plunket did not hesitate to pronounce it a masterpiece worthy of the meek and virtuous Fenelon. It was calcu- · lated to be of equal service to the government, and the established church ; but a bierarch of the dominant faith was untouched by its merits, and in one of his addresses, or as it was more correctly entitled his charge, responded by a puerile and blundering assault upon the religion of a man, whom he should have embraced as a brother, and in many points studied as a model.. This unprovoked anathema, combined with the various exciting events that followed in rapid succession, roused Dr. Doyle to a vindication of his creed, and (a still more popular theme) to some elaborate and cutting retorts upon the most precious and vulnerable attribute of Irish orthodoxy—its temporalitics. He
has boldly denied the divinity of tithes, and has brought to bear a most provoking array of learning and logic upon their Noli-me-targere pretentions. A deadly controversy has ensued and still rages. J. K. L. the signature which Dr. Doyle has adopted, has been answered and denounced by sundry beneficed and alphabetical characters, and tithe-loving anagrams, for these champions of the church seem reluctant to commit their names, and deep and wide spreading is the interest with which the combat is observed. Upon the merits of the questions so entirely beside my pursuits I cannot venture to pro. nounce; but as far as mere exhibition of wit and knowledge, and controversial skill is concerned it seems to me that J, K, L. has hitherto continued master of the field. “You are a Jacobin and a Catholic !” cries the Rev. F. W.-" You are too fond of gold and silver,” retorts J. K. L.-“Would you plunder the established Church of its vested comforts, you papist !” ex. claims T, Y. X.-"Would you drive a coach and six along the narrow path that leads to heaven!” rejoins the pertinacious J. K. L.--" Where are your athorities for your monstrous positions !" demands a third adversary muffled up in an aboriginal Irish name turned inside out.-" I refer you, (replies J. K. L. here evidently quite at home) to the Fathers, whom you clearly have never read, and in particular to St. Augustine, who wrote the book De Doctrina Christiana, which you have blunderingly attributed to Pope Gelasuis, and which book contains no such passage, being in another book, to wit, that against the Enty- .. chian Heresy, which in the opinion of Baronius and M. Cano, was never written by Pope Gelasuis : and for further illustrations of my views, vide passim, Erric, Prosper, D' Marea, Cardinal Lupus, Cervantes and Fijo, if you know any thing of : Spanish; Illirius, Vincent of Lerins, Pallivicini, Vigilantius,
Ocolampadius, and the Fudge family.” Here is a six month's course of reading for J. K. L's. biliteral and triliteral opponents : and the happy results will, no doubt, be communicated in due season to the public.
The profusion of erudition and contempt with which Dr. · Doyle plies his adversaries, led me to imagine before I saw him
that he must be a man of a pompous and somewhat overbearing carriage, but his appearance and his manners (which I am
told are courteous and playful) have quite a different character. He is not more I understand than forty years of age, and does not seem so much. He is indeed the most juvenile looking prelate I ever saw. His smooth round face and ruddy complexion, and his slender and pliant form, seem to belong rather to a young recruit of the church than to one of its established dignitaries. His face has a very peculiar expression-intelligence throughout, strength and an honest scorn about the mouth and lips, and in the eyes a mingled character of caution and slyness, produced by their downcast look and the over. hanging of thick and shady lashes, as if he made it a point of prudence to screen from hostile observation the light and indignation, and perhaps now and then the triumph that glow within. The remark may be fanciful; but it struck me that I could discover in his controlled and measured gait, the same secret consciousness of strength, and the same reluctance to display it. Perhaps I might extend the observation to the entire of the Catholic hierarchy. How different their air and movements from those of corresponding rank in the more favoured sect! See in the streets a prelatical example of ascendancy, and with what a buoyant and lordly swing, like a vessel laden with worldly wealth and wafted before a prosperous trade wind, he rolls along! With what pride and energy, and deep seated reliance upon the eternity of tithes, he thrusts out one
holy and pampered leg before the other! He tramples upon • Irish ground with the familiar superiority of one who feels that
an ample portion of its fertile soil is irrevocably destined by divine conveyance, collaterally secured by common'and statute law, to the uses of his sacred corporation. But the Bishop of the people—how dissimilar his attitude and gesture! He picks his cautious steps as if the way were lined with penal traps ; and checks the natural impulse of humanity to appear abroad with the firm air and carriage of a man, lest a passing alderman, or tutored parrot from an orange window, should salute his ears with some vituperative cant against his politics and creed. I would suggest, however, to Dr. Doyle that he need not fear to throw out his limbs as he has done his mind. The enemies of his country have already tendered him the homage of their hatred; that of their fear and respect will inevitably follow."
SIR-I present you the following lines, should you consider them worth inserting in your Catholic Miscellany. The ideas arose while viewing the buryiug ground alluded to in the vicinity of the French metropolis. The shrubs and blooming flowers beautifully interspersed among the scattered tombs, small elegant marble pillars, and inscribed crosses near the graves, give it a singularly interesting appearance; though at first methought these pleasing images did steal too much from the solemn gloom and majesty of death, yet they fail not to charm when considered as the varied marks of the affectionate regard of surviving friends and relations who delight in thus honouring the mortal remains of their kindred dead.
The Catholic stranger might indeed, like me, experience a higher gratification in witnessing that the Catholic christian's solicitude and regard was not confined to these simple testimonies, for walking on, I beheld an aged pious widow kneeling before the cross at her husband's grave, weeping bitterly; when the heartswelling throbs of affection had a little subsided, I drew nearer, wishing, if pos sible to alleviate her distress ; she looked up at me, only exclaiming “Pray for him ! pray for him!” I instantly knelt down, and joined her in a de profundis for his soul-it calmed her grief, and afforded her consolation. On my return, she again requested me to remember him in my prayers ; adding how many years they had lived together in perfect harmony and happiness; and that now praying for him was her only consolation—' It is,' said I, a consolation which even unites the living and the dead---by prayer, we carry our affection beyond the grave; religion enjoins it as a duty, sacred and highly pleasing to heaven ; and the devout heart sympathises, approves and obeys.'
March 22, 1824.
LE CIMETIERE; Or Garden of the dead, in the environs of Paris, called PERE LA CHAISE.
I sat myself down on the* Bank o'er the dead,
To rest me—and pause on the scene of mnte sorrow;
For them oh!-alas! there is no more-To morrow!
Behold yon gay city-yon high tow'ring doom ;
And no mansion-save this narrow tomb.
Bids the pure marble tell when each flow'r was cut down ;
To the friend—who bestows the pale † Crown.
* A high bank in the ground, commanding a view of Paris. , † A small wreath or crown of everlasting flowers hung on the pillars