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that every voice would be raised in scornful condemnation of his claim.
The Judge sat in silence a few moments contemplating the mutual jealousies, and hostility which pervaded the discordant association before him. Their eyes were also turned upon him, in expectation of his sentence.
At length he broke silence, and said in a grave, but somewhat sarcastic tone:
Sirs, you seem to know each other perfectly well! However you may differ upon other points you are quite unanimous in this one conclusion—that there is NOT ONE amongst you, who has the slightest pretensions to claim the Crown of THE CHURCH. Each of you differs from his neighbour, there is no one form of doctrine or discipline in which you agree. There is therefore no claimant. It is the undoubted right of its present possessor. It was given to Her by HIM, who alone had power to give it. She has worn it more than EIGHTEEN CENTURIES. She is not, like those who dispute her right, a thing of yesterday. While they rise and fall, and foam and break, like wave succeeding wave on the sea shore, She remains the same-yesterday, to day, and for ever. Her title is witnessed with the best
attestation and testimony.
It is attested---by the voice of the Spirit---by the handwriting and practice of the "glorious company of the Apostles"---by the glad tidings of "the goodly fellowship of the Prophets "--by the lives and deaths of "the noble army of Martyrs "--by her visible societies in every age---by her unbroken succession of Bishops, Priests, and Deacons---nay even by the furious persecutions of the heathen----and by the conflicting heresies, which were permitted to spring up within her own pale, to distort her doctrines, but not to deny her existence and commission. The crown is, and ever has been, hers by universal con
sent, till at this late day you gainsayers have arisen. And though at times it may have been dimmed by human additions, yet she has faithfully cleansed it, and brought to light the true metal. She weareth it meekly and gloriously. She seeks the glory of her Lord, and the salvation of those who come unto her; as He ordained, who said---“ All power is given unto me in Heaven and in earth. Go ye, therefore (i. e. because all power is given me to send you) and teach all nations, BAPTIZING them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost" (Matt., XXVIII., 18., 19.): and who also gladdened her first labours by letting her know---that it was the Lord who added, "daily to the Church such as should be SAVED"! (Acts, II., 47.)
She weareth and hath ever worn the Crown. Far from us be the calamity, that the sins of this people should provoke God to deprive this favoured land of her blessing and protection!
This is the "JUDGMENT OF COMMON SENSE."
At these words a loud murmur arose in the court, and a general rush was made towards the doors. Peter felt himself hustled and almost knocked down. His fright awoke him; and he found that the anticorn law Dissenting Ministers had not been so intent upon filling the stomachs of the poor with "cheap. bread," as to forget their own dinner hour. They hurried (and in their haste almost pushed Peter off his chair) to those wise patriots, who had undertaken the serious charge of feeding these spiritual minded men---in order that her Majesty's Government and Parliament and all men might know, what the grand convention (not of "Political Parsons" but) of factious dissenting preachers in their absolute wisdom commanded to be done.
THE ENEMIES OF COMMON SENSE."
We were much diverted at the howling and snarling, the fears and bullying, which arose among the anti-church party, when the intended visit of "COMMON SENSE" was only announced. As soon
as our prospectus was out, and before a single number of our work had appeared, these liberal people -these self-styled friends of civil and religious liberty, endeavoured to bully us out of our liberty of appealing to Common Sense. They put forth threats, personalities, and stale revilings, and whining complaints, that, because we meant to appeal to "Common Sense" against the coarse slanderers of the Ministers and institutions of Church and State, we were forsooth causing strife, and breaking peace and good will. As though not slander, but appealing to "Common Sense" against slander, were the cause of strife! Then, to complete this farce, these trumpery revilers, instead of manfully coming forward to give their names, and stand by their statements-yelled and snarled in a corner, sneaking like assassins under the secresy of anonymous publication. They were cunning in their generation-for certain it is that, if they are not ashamed of their cause, any cause must be ashamed of them. They are over cunning; they only shew the difference between honesty and hypocrisy -the openness and fairness of the former, contrasted with the sneaking malice of the other. We have nothing to conceal. We attack not the characters of individuals. If we mentions persons we make a distinct charge. We assail principles, and actions.
Poor, foolish men! Do they expect to stop the course of "Common Sense"? As well may they expect, like Mrs. Partington, to mop up the advancing tide of the ocean. They may, in our little creek of Rochdale, flounder about, and raise some mud. But what will this profit them? It will serve only,
to shew the turbid and dirty medium in which they delight to live and move and have their being; and without which their deformities could not escape disgust, nor their insignificance derision. If they yelped and snarled at the announcement of "Common Sense," they may yelp and snarl yet more when it comes. We will however tell them a story-it may amuse them; whether they will have "Common Sense" enough to profit by the moral of it, is their own affair.
"A mongrel cur had been in the habit of worrying a flock of sheep, and making a timely retreat into a hole and corner, when he saw the Shepherd coming. One day however the Shepherd happened to walk very near his hiding place, flourishing in his hand a good whip, The cur instinctively knew, that he had been doing that, which well deserved the whip. Therefore, before the Shepherd lifted his hand or even perceived him, he began loudly to yelp and snarl; at one time yelping for mercy, and at another snarling to terrify the bearer of the whip. This atonce let out the truth. Oh, Oh! cried the Shepherd —I see whose back deserves and expects the lash— it were a pity that it should be disappointed!
(A Portrait by Cobbett.)
We see a kind of political land-mark, on one side of which Order walks hand in hand with the most perfect Liberty; and, on the other, Anarchy revels, surrounded with its den of slaves. We see, that those who are most accustomed to the exercise of tyranny, are the first to oppose every measure for the curbing of licentiousness; or, in other words, we see, that anarchy and despotism are the same.
If there could be found a person in this country who has a doubt of this, I think, the following authentic pieces would operate his conviction. We ought not to speak ill of our neighbours, but if people will speak ill of themselves, believing them ought not to be termed malice. Let us hear then what our Democrats say of themselves.
"Liberty, Equality, and Fraternity-may they pervade the Universe. Three cheers, and a salute of three guns."
To these extracts I shall take the liberty of adding two others; both fro n the same Newspaper. One of them is an elegant account of the close of a Civic feast, and the other, though not absolutely on the same subject as the first, certainly adds to its beauty. The first is the precious jewel, and the last the foil. I shall therefore place them as near as possible to each other.
"After this the Cap of Liberty was placed on the head of the President, then on each member.
hymn and other similar were sung by different French citizen members. Thus cheerfully glide the hours away of this feast, made by congenial souls to commemorate the happy day, when the sons of Frenchmen joined the sons of America to overthrow tyranny in this happy land."
"Two negro lads, one about twelve and the other about fifteen years old-both remarkably healthy;-the youngest is near four feet nine inches high, and the eldest above five feet. Also a negro wench for sale, coming eighteen years old and far advanced with child -but very strong and capable of any kind of work!!!!"
(A Portrait by Cobbett.)
It were endless to enumerate all the different sorts of persecution exercised against those who remained