schemes, which unchain the passions, and confound the order and harmony of his divine and wonderful works? Where shall such dissatisfied and rebellious spirits seek a resting place? Blinded by their arrogance, they cannot perceive what wisdom and experience points out to them, and they must fall as all and perish as all vain and impious people have done before them. Where are all the ancient republics of Greece, so much extolled by those wicked enthusiasts? and that most terrible of all horrible examples, the Grand French Republic? They have all been swept from the face of the earth, and left no other impression on the minds of honest men, than horror and disgust. This must be the fault of all those who persist in opposing God and Nature. Hear what Shakspeare says on this subject, in King Henry the Fifth,-Act I, Scene II:

True: therefore doth heaven divide
The state of man in divers functions,
Setting endeavour in constant motion;
To which is fixed, as aim or butt,
Obedience: for so work the honey bees;
Creatures that, by a rule of nature, teach
The art of order to a peopled kingdom.
They have a king, and officers of sorts: *
Where some, like soldiers, armed in their stings,
Which pillage they, with merry march, bring home
To the tent-royal of their emperor :

Who, being in his majesty, surveys

The singing masons building roofs of gold;
The civil + citizens kneading up the honey;.
The poor mechanic porters crowding in
Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate;
The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,
Delivering over to executors pale
The lazy yawning drone.

This eulogium, from the pen of the immortal Shakspeare, on the order and harmony of na* Different degrees. + Sober, grave.

Executioners.

ture, and kingly government, is, perhaps, one of the finest that ever was written. The eloquence, truth, and spirit of the description of the hive of bees, and their government and industry, is inimitable! Read it, oh! ye of little faith! Ye! whom the poisonous infection of French philosophy, revolutionary principles, democracy, and its cousin-german, liberalism, have warped your better judgments! Freethinkers, Disbelievers, and Atheists, disciples of Voltaire, Godwin, and Tom Paine! Ye American Egotists and Jacobins ! Ye slaveholders and speculators in human blood, with freedom in your mouths, cruelty in your hearts, and despotism in your actions! Ye demagogues of England, Ireland, France, and Germany, who, fired by an impious and criminal ambition, lead the people astray, and fatten on their miseries. Read! and shrink back! Acknowledge the infinite power and ineffable wisdom of God! Confess your pride, your folly, your vanity, and your presumption! Prostrate yourselves before the Throne of Grace,-and, whilst there is life and hope, make your peace with Him whom you have offended, and whose mercy is unbounded. But, alas! I fear your hearts are hardened; yet, this warning shall not be forgotten. It shall come upon ye, when you will see the vanity and vexation of your unholy schemes are frustrated. But, I must also exhort the faithful, and, as they value their altars and firesides, the Religion of Jesus Christ, peace, harmony, and order, not to look tamely and supinely at the iniquitous attempts to sap the foundations of their national temples. Church and State must be your watch-word, as it has always been the rallying point of every true Christian British subject. The same sophistical arguments which have been used to endeavour

to separate religion from morality will now be employed to try and sever the bonds of union between Church and State, and religion and politics. If ye once suffer the smallest encroachment on that sacred ground, your National Church will be lost for ever! With it, your confidence in heaven; your Christian faith; your ancient honour; your glory and your renown,-All, all must sink, when the Pillar of your Holy Faith shall be laid low. Now, what I have said before, in irony, I must repeat in solemn warning; there will be no churches, no clergy, and no religion whatever. All will be a jumble of freethinking and atheism, disorder and confusion. Having no head, no chief, no hierarchy, the vicegerents of the Deity upon earth, to look up to for support, what will be the miserable fate of all those feeble, dissenting branches which sprouted forth and diverged from the body of your National Church? They show you, constantly, by their disputes and contentions, their sectarian intolerance, and that they dislike each other most profoundly, much more than they hate the Catholics and Protestants. There is, certainly, a most incurable hatred between them. However they may differ, in opinion, from the Established Church, and have been dutiful children, they have always regarded her with reverence and respect, as the fountain of their faith, and from the necessity of her maternal protection. Though I live far off, my friends, these are truths which I feel pressed to declare, from the interest that I take in everything that concerns my Christian brethern, Christian faith, and Christian principles, throughout the world. I must tell you, candidly, I shudder to see the sacred rights of your ancient national church about to be invaded; your altars overthrown,

and, with them, all that is most holy and most precious to the integrity of the British Empire! From a distance, I can perceive the danger that threatens you! The sacriligious hand of impious liberalism is already stretched forth to rob your temples. Beware! Collect your strength! Summon your adherents around the standard of religion! Thunder forth the anathemas with which heaven has armed you against the sacrilige about to be committed. Invoke the laws to defend the right of property; that, according to the British Constitution and Jurisprudence, is sacred, and cannot be invaded. Be firm and undaunted, for God is with you,—and who, then, have you to fear? The preservation of the dearest interests of the people of Britain is involved in this question. What would England be without a National Church? The foundation stone of her faith, her honour, and her glory! The chain that binds her to her God! The altar on which she offers up her prayers and her thanksgivings to the Throne of Grace! The faith, the hope, the joy, and the consolation of every good subject and true Christian! God forbid that liberalism should imitate French jacobinism so servilely and basely as to perpetrate this impious and most calamitous act of irreligion and infidelity! The conviction I feel of the truth of these principles and sentiments, the fruit of reflection and experience, has induced me to endeavour to show to the people of Europe the striking contrast between the governments founded on the ordinances of God and Nature, and the mad, ungodly, and unsubstantial theories of a

# Let the Liberals remember, That he who diggeth a pit shall fall into it; and whoso breaketh an hedge, a serpent shall bite him. Eccles. x, 8.

few deluded men, who strive to draw the rest of mankind into the license and wickedness in which the prevalence of their passions has drawn them. Unfortunately, in Great Britain, ye have been pampered in the lap of glory and riches; spoiled by too much prosperity, and a conceited idea that your enjoyments and happiness were of a superlative kind to those of all the other nations of Europe. Possessing everything of a superior stamp and perfection, you have boasted (and, in part, justly) of comforts and blessings unequalled abroad, and of which you imagined other countries to be wholly ignorant and destitute; never reflecting that all those matters are in the hands of God; that he builds up or pulls down, according to his mighty will and pleasure: that it is he "who feeds the raven in the wilderness, and tempers the wind to the shorn lamb;" never reflecting that happiness, contentment, comforts, conveniences and enjoyments, are not confined to one part of God's creation, and that they are estimated only by comparison and the force of education, habits and manners: for the Preacher sayeth, in his wisdom, He that loveth silver, shall not be satisfied with silver; nor he that loveth abundance, with increase: this is all vanity.-Ecclesiastes, v, 10. Peace, harmony, comforts, conveniences, pleasures and contentment, have their source in a man's own breast, and are found everywhere: on the burning sands of Africa, and in the chilling snows of Siberia,-perhaps, in greater purity than in England; because, education and habit have excited fewer wants and desires, and rendered coarser aliments, and fewer elegancies, agreeable and satisfactory. Look into the hut of a poor Russian peasant; how happy he is with his black bread, milk, eggs, and cabbage-soup!