men of empty egotism and low buffoonery. To think of it! The spiritual father-for such he styled himself-of the thousands who, with bloody hands, and ferocious faces, obeyed his call, acknowledged themselves the "men called rioters," and impeached his paternity by crying out, as they did-"It is a good strong family that you have before you!" Such then he was, by his own proclamation, and by these mutual endearments. What had he to say, in the name of God, in the name of man, in the name of civilization, or in the name of decency, to these his acknowledged children? Let us see.

(1.) "They call you rioters. I cannot see a riotous face among you."

(2.)

"You have met in such quiet and good order; though it does not surprise me, for it is only what I should have expected."

(3.) "If you are Irishmen---as your enemies say the rioters are,---I am an Irishman too, (Loud applause,) but I am no rioter."

(4.)

"If you are indeed Catholics, as they have reported, probably to wound my feelings [a high compliment this to his audience!] then I am a Catholic too! (Loud and repeated cheering.)"

(5.) "I have not seen, in this vast audience, one single countenance that seems to me to be that of a man that could be called a rioter! (Applause.)"

(6.) "In case of any injustice---a violent assault upon your rights without provocation--(Hip-hip-hurrah, that's it,) my notion is that every man has a right to defend his shanty if no more-- (Cries of 'So we will' and cheers). ----or his house, or his Church, (Loud hur

rahs,) at the risk of his life."

(7.) "It would he strange if I did not suffer much in my feelings by these reports, by these calumnies, as I hope they are, against you and against me---that you are rioters.” (8.) "You have,---I as well as others,---suffered enough already.”

What must have been the effect of such assurances, from one whom his hearers so regarded, with respect to their sense of guilt! These sentences were mingled with attempted jokes, and coarse stories: they were heard with gross outcries and repeated laughter; and much time was taken up in what he said he was afraid might be taken for blarney about Ireland and Irishmen! The peroration of this professed minister of Christ, on such an occasion, was as follows:

"I thank you for your kindness, (applause,) and I hope that nothing will occur until you get home at least, (a voice---when you want us again, sir, let us know and we will pay you another visit)---and if by chance you should see a policeman or a soldier, (here the Archbishop paused a few seconds, and added)---just look at him!"

When we think of the scene :-the empty walls of a private dwelling were visible from his own windows, all black with marks of fire, and destruction; the ruins of the colored Orphan Asylum were only a few squares behind him, as he sat in his balcony; the city around him was reddened with the blood of unoffending negroes; the woods and hidingplaces of the surrounding country, were filled with homeless and foodless refugees; millions of property had been destroyed, and so much awful crime committed against God;-when we think of all this, and

then of a Christian Bishop, with the authors of such enormities before him, applauding him as their chief, and when we read his words of apparent approval, of levity and vanity-we can only remember that there is a Great White Throne, and that One shall sit on it, who will take account of all the wickedness of that week, and of that day.

The Archbishop even pretended to doubt what had been going on— in eye-and-ear-shot of his own house :-"I have been told (he said) and I have seen it in the papers, that not a little property has been destroyed, I do not say by you." He had nothing to say of the murdered negroes, whose blood was clamoring against them, from the ground. He had called together the wolves, and owned himself the shepherd; he forgot the sheep.

Not so, in the primitive day, when a truly Catholic Bishop met Theodosius at the doors of the Church of Milan, and bade him go back -because he was a man of blood! Not so did St. Paul-when the uproar at Ephesus had ceased: he could say, "I am pure from the blood of all men, for I have not shunned to declare unto you all the counsel of GOD, * that so laboring ye ought to support the weak, and to remember the words of the Lord JESUS CHRIST, how He said, it is more blessed to give than to receive.”

Alas! so far from teaching his people such things, it is incredible how much pains his priesthood give themselves to take away from their people "the key of knowledge." In those of our public schools, where they have their way, not a page of Holy Scripture can be read to the children, whom the City is educating at the expense of its tax-payers. Nay-when it has been agreed that only the Douay version shall be read, it has still been denied. That virulent type of Romanism which millions of Romanists denounce as Ultramontanism, and which is hated in France and Germany, and in every other educated country, even by the better class of Roman priests-this it is which they have undertaken to propagate in our country, instead of the old and decent Romanism of Carrol and Cheverus. The patron of Bedini is the patron of Bishop Hughes, and now commissions him to settle our National troubles, by admonishing "our people and chief rulers." Impotent and ridiculous as is the attempt, it is, we repeat it, very important to our countrymen. We add, with entire respect for any of the Romish persuasion who are not of the Bedinian School or party, that it is not less a matter of importance to them. Bishop Hughes said well, in his speech at Dublin,-" the Americans will never be ruled or governed by foreigners." We welcome them to our shores; we invest them with all the privileges for which our forefathers have toiled and bled; we rejoice to recognize among them many of the worthiest of our fellowcitizens. But when they reward us, as these rioters have rewarded us,

and when they meddle with our political affairs, as Bedini did, and as Pius the Ninth is doing, we, at least, shall do our duty, by directing public attention to their conduct. We have done so in the present instance, that our countrymen may be prepared for any further steps on the part of John and John-Mary, as Papal disturbers and emissaries.

It would not be just to omit some reference to a statement which goes uncontradicted, but which we assume cannot be wholly true, that the Governor of New York so far forgot himself as to go, in person, to the Archbishop, and invite his interference. We cannot suppose that we have, in fact, reached that level of public disgrace. The chief magistrate of our State could hardly have left the public business, at such a crisis, to go on a pilgrimage to a Papal Commissioner; nor can we suppose him capable of representing our Police and Military arms to be so feeble as to require the interposition of an Irish ecclesiastic. We could wish, however, that some authorized denial might be made of those damaging statements which have appeared in our newspapers, connected with a very ludicrous story, which may not be so entirely unfounded. According to these, a romantic lady had conjured the Bishop to appear on horseback, in the streets, offering-"though no Joan of Arc"-to ride by his side, herself, and to place her body between his and the blow, in case of danger! To this lady's influence is attributed the reported visit of Governor Seymour. She had assured the Bishop that the horse-back exploit would make him "a Second Constantine;" and when her eloquence failed, she brought a Governor to improve on it. So says the story; but the Bishop took pains to claim all the glory of the performance to himself: he said "No one has prompted me." This assertion would lead us to consider the whole story of the lady's exertions as a myth, were it not that we never know how to interpret the utterances of Liguorian orators, nor what allowances to make for their rhetorical licenses.

Another magistrate, who is reported to have attended the Bishop in his balcony, during the delivery of his address, has since distinguished himself by benevolent efforts to relieve persons arrested as rioters, of the consequences of their crimes. He seems to have adopted the Bishop's convictions, that they were only "called rioters." Or perhaps he regards them as absolved by virtue of what happened at the close of the scene. With uncovered heads, they received the blessing of their spiritual father, which he accompanied by the sign of the Cross! This, and the assurance that "they had suffered enough already," was apparently all that was required to vindicate the majesty of the Laws, in the view of such a functionary: and perhaps just such a scene is what is meant by "a happy termination" in the Letter of the Pope. At all

events, we have enabled our readers to appreciate the qualifications of one of the Pope's Commissioners to effect a peace. For his own sake, we regret that Pius the Ninth has not taken the hint which has been more than once thrown out to France and England, by our National Authorities, and abstained from intermeddling. The patron of Antonelli and Bedini is not the man to inspire the American people with a degree of confidence refused to Louis Napoleon and Palmerston; and if we must suffer from diplomatic wolves, we beg that they may not be sent to us in sheep's clothing.

CURIOUS ASSERTIONS

FOR HISTORICAL SOCIETIES, FINANCIERS, AND STATISTICAL CLUBS, TO PROVE OR DISPROVE.

There are in the United States more men and estates that can be assessed for one million dollars each, than there were, at the close of the Revolution, that could be assessed for ten thousand dollars each.

The cash value of the property of the United States (excluding the States in Rebellion), is one hundred times what it was in all the States at the close of the Revolution. The gold and silver in the United States is one hundred to one at the close of the Revolution.

Joint Stock Companies-Bank, Insurance, Railroad, Steamboat, Manufacturing, &c., are as one thousand to one at the close of the Revolution.

The annual product of gold and silver that enters into and braces our currency and credit, is as five hundred to one at the close of the Revolution.

Our commerce, inland and foreign, is as five hundred to one at the close of the Revolution. A Spanish quarter dollar was of more importance in the eyes of the people then, than a double eagle is now.

The country, as the basis for borrowing and paying, is more than one hundred times greater than at the close of the Revolution. Where, then, is the point in likening our Government currency and securities to Continental money?

A View from another Standpoint.--Old and first-class nations are able to sustain immense debts (see England and France), while uew and minor nations are classed as of doubtful future, and shunned by money lenders.

We are now a first-class nation. At the close of the Revolution we were the youngest and smallest of all nations.

A View from another Standpoint.--The power to sustain a debt is as the cube of the base on which the debt rests. This holds good with national, corporate, and individual payers.

A trader with a thousand dollars capital is hardly considered trustworthy for any balance on account. A merchant with a million capital is trusted with any number of

other millions.

A Bank of small capital is hardly considered safe to send a moderate collection to; whereas a two-million Bank is considered a safe depository for twelve, fifteen millions, all payable on demand.

With nations the same parallel holds good. This country can better sustain two thousand millions now, than it could one hundred thousand at the time of the Continental money.

ONE HOUR WITH THEE.

One hour with thee, my God, when daylight breaks
Over a world thy guardian care hath kept;
When the pleased soul from soothing slumber wakes,

To praise the love that watched me while I slept;
When with new strength my pulse is beating free,
My first, best, sweetest thoughts I'll give to thee.

One hour with thee, when busy day begins

Its never-ceasing round of cumb'ring care;
When I must meet with toil and pain and sias,

And through them all thy cross must bear;
Oh then, to arm me for the fight, to be
Faithful to death, I'll spend one hour with thee.

One hour with thee, when rides the glorious sun
High in mid heaven-when parting nature feels
Lifeless and overpowered, and man has done,

For one short hour, with urging life's swift wheels-
In that deep pause my soul from care shall flee,
To make that hour of rest an hour with thee.

One hour with thee, when sadd'ning twilight flings
Her soothing charm o'er lawn and vale and grove,
And there breathes up from all created things

The sweet enthralling sense of thy dear love;
Then, when its influence descends on me,
Oh then, my God, I'll spend an hour with thee.

One hour with thee, my God, when softly night
Climbs the high heaven with solemn step and slow,

And thy sweet stars, unutterably bright,

Are sending forth thy praise to all below;

Then, when my thoughts from earth to heaven would flee,
Oh then, my God, I'll spend an hour with thee.

ITALY.

THE FOREIGN FIELD.

FLORENCE, Oct. 5, 1863.

Dear Dr. CampBELL-It gives me pleasure to state that the Colporteur sent out about three months since, has been very useful, not only in supplying religious reading to those who desire it, but also in holding meetings for prayer and religious instruction, wherever he could find a few persons disposed to attend. At the request of the Evangelist at Perugia, he makes his headquarters in that city, where he has rendered

himself very serviceable to the cause of the Gospel.

In my next letter, I hope to speak of other new and important labors.

From Mr. Marchand, I have letters giving details of his work, in which everything appears to go on prosperously.

At Rio Marina, the brethren are very much occupied with the building of their house of worship. Persecutions have lost much of their severity since it has become evident that the evangelical party were