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their course to an illimitable extent, and whose excenitricity may dazzle—but must baffle description. Both commenced their political trade as tories of the first water. Lord Brougham at first, thought and wrote in an admirable pamphlet, that the negroes ought not to be emancipated, as they appertained not to the human species !!! His Lordship with a zeal proportioned to his immense talent, would fain have enlisted himself as a disinterested partisan, under the banner of Mr. Pitt, in order that he might have been better enabled, as a mere devoted philanthropist, to sacrifice all his interest, and family, and life for his country's good! Still the then Mr. Brougham and the accomplished Cobbett, pressed, and pushed, and followed, and waited upon, and drove, and wrote, and coaxed, but alas! all in vain! Mr. Pitt was rigidly inflexible, they were amiably pliant! Mr. Pitt, as we are assured by a gentleman who had the enviable privilege of being honoured for many years with his closest intimacy and confidence, ungraciously shuddered at the very thought of Mr. Cobbett being personally introduced and recommended to him, by this same gentleman, who good-naturedly was prevailed on to address Mr, Pitt on the subject-being moved by pathetic entreaties and urgent solicitations. But the Minister required no assistance ! And as for Mr. Brougham, this same individual informs us, that Mr. Pitt's exact words relative to his obsequious attendance, were, that “ he de
to have nothing to do with impudence and vul""!!! Stubborn, old-fashioned Pitt! Why crush ising genius in its promising bud! Why mar the
visions of these two brilliant wits! Why not W these disinterested heroes to go down on the eam of time to posterity, like another Curtius, pre
itating themselves into an unfathomable gulph, for we eternal good of their native country? No, the keen, penetrating, inexorable Pitt cast them off, with all the determinedness of the undaunted lion, when upon the ground he throws the dew drops from his flowing mane. Well, but the mighty spirits of the discomfited wits, were not crushed by inglorious defeat. Another destiny awaited them. They became Patriots ! They generously took the people's side. And who is ignorant of the sequel ? Their trade now succeeded. Sycophancy, cringing, and solicitations for ever vanished, in their more glorious career of independence. Hence St. Stephens' has been enriched with these "par nobile (mobile?) fratrum” twin-brothers of nobility and mobility! And what a useful retreat then is such Patriotism! A sovereign balm for every disappointment! A sheltering haven for all political adventurers, when thrown up out of the slime of obscurity, by the tempests of the times. Her worshippers need not, as we have seen, entangle themselves with the heathen poet's antiquated rule for maintaining Consistency
“ Servetur ad imum
Let him one equal character maintain.”—Horace. Her devotees may shift their principles like the evervarying scenes of a pantomine! Our readers then may conjecture with what truth the famous Walpole exclaimed " Patriots,” says he, “ spring up like mushrooms ; I could raise fifty of them within four-andtwenty hours. I have raised many of them in one night. It is but refusing to gratify an unreasonable or insolent demand, and up starts a patriot ! ! !” Aye, but there is a more fearful volcanic element in the glowing bosoms of our modern liberals, than the innovating, disturbing schemes of pretending patriotism -yes, there is a love of power which bears a lordly sway-a tyrannizing despotism over every latent aspiration of their patriotic bosoms! And this love, like every other overweening, unbridled, frenzied passion, requires a willing sacrifice-a submissive demolition of every opposing barrier-an overthrow of every genuine friend of principle, society, and of order. To counteract their diabolical machinations, we assert that there is but one powerful, opposing barrier, and that is--the Church of England.
THE NEW IRISH PULPIT,
“ We preach Christ crucified
PREACHED IN HAROLD'S CROSS CHURCH, DIOCESE OF DUBLIN,
ON CHRISTMAS DAY, 1839,
BY THE REV. ROBERT J. M'GHEE, A.B.
ST. JOHN'S GOSPEL i. 14,
“The Word was made flesh and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the
only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth."
There are few of us, my beloved friends, say, we wish you a happy Christmas I suppose, here this morning, who have when there are, rankling in the heart come from the bosom of our own fami within, the seeds not only of temporal lies, who have not heard from those that but of eternal sorrow. love us, the usual salutation of a Christ- / Now, may the Lord enable us to conmas morning, “I wish you a happy sider the meaning of these words which Christmas." And surely, there can be I have read to you as a text! May the no more appropriate address from a Lord open them unto us! May He minister to his flock, than to say to them, enable me, in the weakness of a poor I wish you a happy Christmas. So I do, earth-worm, to speak according to his my beloved friends, but I have read to holy will—and you, in the weakness of you words that contain the only elements poor earth worms, who have nothing in of a happy Christmas ; if you do not yourselves, to hear that we all may be know the elements of the happiness and enabled to “ embrace and ever hold fast blessing that are comprehended in these the blessed hope of everlasting life which words,-alas! my dear friends, it is in he has given us in our Saviour Jesus vain to wish you a happy Christmas. Christ,” and that we may be enabled in Yes, it is in vain, that those who love us, Christ Jesus to rejoice in him! May who desire and who would wish to pro- the Lord give us a happy Christmas, and mote our happiness, it is in vain, that they then we shall be truly happy!