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late Mr. O'Connell, delivered in Rome, Father Protestant Ireland is as loyal to Ventura eulogizes the (so-called) Liberator of Ireland, for his championship of Popery on a Queen Victoria as England herself. certain occasion, in the following terms:Catholic Ireland will never be recon"Never was placed in a more conspicuous ciled to the English Government unlight the shameful origin of the Reformation, til the present dynasty and the Prothe beastly nature of its author, the dissolute-testant religion are both buried in the ness of its apostles, the blasphemies and con

tradictions of its doctrines, the baseness of its manœuvres, the hypocrisy of its promises, the turpitude of its motives, the iniquity of its spoliation, the cruelty of its massacres, the horror of its sacrileges. and the mighty misfortunes which it has brought down upon the loveliest countries of Europe." He likewise exultingly states, that "O'Connell, by having emancipated the Catholic Church in England, has given to English Protestantism a blow from which it can never recover. That horrible

depths of the sea, without the hope of a resurrection. Nothing but the sword and the cannon of the British Government can keep Protestantism from being annihilated, as far as these liberal Popes of the nineteenth century can accomplish it. He is a child in ecclesiastics, in politics, and in history, who can, for a moment, scandal of the sovereignty of Christianity, that either imagine that Popery can be monstrous offspring of the spirit of impurity, reformed, or that it would tolerate combined with the spirit of covetousness and Protestantism or Republicanism any pride, is on the point of expiring." where within its control. I speak VAUNTED LIBERALITY OF THE POPE.-advisedly on this subject, and cannot This most enlightened man of the present age, as some would have him to be, has recently delivered himself in Consistory, of the following sentiments: From the measures which, in certain affairs, relating to the civil government of the Pontifical States, we thought fit to adopt,

it seems those men have desired to infer that we think so benevolently concerning every class of mankind as to suppose, that not only the sons of the church, but the rest also, however alienated from the Catholic unity they may remain, are alike in the way of salvation, and may arrive at eternal life. We are at a loss from horror to find words to express our detestation at this new and atrocious injustice that

is done us."

So speaks this great Roman idol and Protestant Reformer, and so speaks the still more admired Pope Pius IX. the present Governor of the Roman church, at whose shrine our government and that of England are, amongst the most striking signs of the times, doing abject homage. If, as the people say, my recollections do not deceive me, O'Connell's heart is securely interred in Rome, and his body in Ireland. If my vote had the power to do it, I would redeem his soul out of purgatory, and his body out of Ireland, and send them, under a cohort of sufficient strength, to Rome, to the care of the present Pope Pius the liberal, and thus deliver purgatory and Ireland from any further trouble with him.

but smile at the childish good nature of our fond aspirants to popular favor, who offered so much incense at the shrine of the present Pope and his liberal oracles, the OConnell's of Ireland.

They may be wily politicians, but as enlightened men and patriots, they are neither to be admired nor flattered. They are making a great noise about their growing influence in England and the United States. This is wily enough. Our political aspirants, editors, and rulers, will do them homage, and buy their suffrage by many a poetic puff and highwrought eulogy.

For my part, I ask no favours, expect none, and therefore shall never be disappointed. Towards Roman Catholics, as men, I cultivate and cherish benevolence, and would not hurt a hair of their heads, were I Sovereign of Europe and America; but I could no more wink at their idolatries, and superstitions, and formularies, and mummeries, and pay court to their smiles for their suffrage, than I could contribute to a gunpowder fund to blow up the British Parliament, arsenals and navy, or the American Congress and our military establishments, in the hope of a consequent millennium.

But I must leave the Emerald heart. The steam-boat hied off to the shore, and the steam-ship to the ocean. Thus, stern to stern, we soon were out of sight; but, till the showers from above and the mists from the sea had intercepted our vision, the waving handkerchiefs gave signs of affection and benediction which no language can express.

Isle of the ocean, and its destiny, and hasten, via Liverpool and the Cambria, to my adopted country and home.

On Tuesday, October 5th, about 4 o'clock p.m. the Cambria was to sail according to appointment. This was a busy and an exciting day with

It was a solemn and primitive sort of parting. The very heavens were weeping over us as we extended the Our sojourn aboard the Cambria valedictory hand, and the final fare- was in the main pleasant and comwell, with its solemn eloquence, mois-fortable. The ship was well furnished tened every eye and subdued every with the greatest abundance of every

thing necessary derived from the earth, the air, and the sea. Fish, flesh, and fowl, always fresh and abundant, with all the products of the East and the West, the North and the South, were crowded on our table some three or four times per day. We wanted nothing, asked for nothing that was not forthcoming on demand. The only complaint seemed to be that we fared too sumptuously every day. Indeed, the accommodations on these ships are unnecessarily expensive. Our fellow-passengers were generally of the best classes of society, European and American, and as far as we could enjoy a mixed society, we enjoyed ours. I had my fresh milk and my porridge in the morning-as much conversation as I desired, and as much reading and writing as I had taste for.

gave admonition to prepare for something yet more fearful. Finally a gale, as sailors call it, arose; and during Saturday and the Lord's day made the sea "with mighty waves aloft to swell and rise." It continued to increase till after midnight, and mighty waves washed over our lofty deck, and made the Cambria give signs of being overmatched by more stately mountain billows. One tremendous surge sprung her bowsprit, bursting a band of iron thicker than human arm and broader than human thigh, and, with a noise loud as a cannon's roar, gave fearful note of danger to all who heard it. For my part, I had gone to repose, and felt so secure of harm that I did not awaken till Monday morning. One of the strongest planks on the starboard bow also simultaneously gave We had the pleasure, too, of enjoy- way, and the sea washed over her ing a few fine gales at sea. This is forecastle, bidding all hands to do usually my lot. Having formerly their duty and to take good heed been twice shipwrecked, and in perils to their goings. Towards noon it often on rivers, lakes, and seas, I have gradually abated, but for two or three learned something of the dangers of days we had rather a rough sea crossing the great deep, and also of and winds less propitious than bethe face of the sky, especially when fore. Still we were making headway portentous of storms and tempests.sometimes through lofty billows I am, therefore, seldom taken by crested with wreaths of snow-white surprise. foam, and culminating in haughty

On an appeal to the log-book, it was evident that the Captain himself regarded this as one of the severest storms; and from various sources and authorities, it was agreed by a number of passengers that the Great Western, in her great hazard, had not to contend with a sturdier tempest than that which fell upon us. But after this we had fair sailing and pleasant weather to the end of the voyage.

We had a good beginning and end-peaks, as though they disdainfully ing to our voyage. These are the sought to look down upon us. great desiderata of sailors and seafaring men. We got out of the English Channel with a most prosperous breeze, and in twenty-four hours were safely riding on the beautiful billows of the Atlantic. The three subsequent days there was a serene sky over our heads and a gently swelling sea beneath our feet, with a favorable breeze. But a change in the sky on Friday indicated that we should have a change in the sea and so it came to pass. It became squally. Shower after shower, in a sort of celestial climax, made some faint hearts begin to quail, and some stomachs to indicate corresponding emotions; while a more stiff and haughty horth-wester

We arrived in Halifax on the second Lord's day after our departure, and lay there some five hours. On the first Lord's day at sea, though we had five so called "clergymen" on board, and one of these a respectable

Episcopalian, Captain Judkins did himself attend upon the usual Church of England service, and read us a sermon for the day. Had he been a religious man, we should not have thought so strangely of it; but he was a loyal Churchman, and true to the head of the church, he acted his part as well as most young actors on their first appearance on the stage. It did not, however, give general satisfaction. The Captain either took the hint or changed his plan, and called the Episcopalian Parson to perform the service on the second Sabbath, who gave us a decent catholic address, pleasing to all, but not edifying to any one.

specting the past and in anticipating the future. The goodness and merciful care of the Father of mercies in first directing my path across the vast ocean, the scenes and transactions of almost forty years since first I approached the American coast, in turn passed and repassed before my mind, with many an emotion and feeling to which I cannot give utterance. But thoughts of "home, sweet home," which I dare not cherish nor even entertain while so far from it, and the tens of thousands of brethren and friends dear to me, from whom I had been, as it then appeared to me, a long, long time separated, now found an easy access and a grateful admission into my heart.

I had, when worn down with labor, at different times in my tour, almost concluded that I would never return to those whom I had left behind me. But now a bright hope animated me, and the thought that I should within twenty-four hours from that time be in Boston, and once more tread the soil of the United States of America

Glad to place our feet once more on terra firma, and especially upon any part of the American continent, we went ashore for a couple of hours in Halifax. On walking up to the top of the hill on which its fortress stands, we met crowds of worshippers returning from their respective churches, carrying with them their households of boys and girls, with their Bibles and Psalm Books in their now to me the dearest and most hands. Nothing in Halifax pleased precious land on the face of the me more. To see the houses of busi-earth-awoke within me so many ness closed and the citizens en masse returning to their homes from their respective sanctuaries on a Lord's day, is always to me a most pleasing and acceptable sight. A city or a town without a sanctury or a Sabbath, is, of all sights, to me the most desolate and depressing; and, I think, to every one who has read the Bible history of the origin and destiny of man. About sunset we left the wharf, and turned our faces once more to the ocean. We passed a pleasant night, retired at an early hour, and enjoyed a delightful repose while wending our way along the American

coast.

pleasing and grateful emotions, that, for a time, I seemed lost to every thing around me, and to be wholly absorbed in admiration of the divine goodness, in wonder, gratitude, and praise.

The relative position of the United States, the numerous and various privileges and honors of an American citizen, now appeared to me so ineffably beyond comparison with those of any nation or people on earth, of the present or of any past age, that I would not sell my political rights and privileges of American citizenship for all the honors and emoluments that cluster around the stateliest and most aristocratic subject of any European or Asiatic crown now worn on earth.

On Monday morning, rising very early and enjoying an almost solitary walk on the deck, often casting my eye to the West, I had many pleasing I have frequently given it as my reflections and emotions on retro-opinion, but now I affirm it as a stub

born and invincible fact, that few, if man, and invested the human race with equal laws, equal institutions, and equal national and political birthrights, leaving it to every human being under the government and providence of God to be the architect of his own fortune-the creator of his own personal rank, dignity, and honor!