The Honourable and Reverend William Capel.

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He is a hopeful shoot from a rich and noble family, to which he owes his preferment, and a more desirable situation than his, for a sporting Parson, is not to be found; his brother keeps a fine pack of fox-hounds, who are more used to his voice in the field than his parishioners are in the church, where he speaks so low that he is scarcely audible.

One particular Sunday he ran through, or, to use a phrase more congenial to his ears, he went at a hand gallop over the leaves of the sacred book, and at the conclusion of a sermon which lasted nine minutes, he very easily informed his auditors, "that in consequence of his having a large party of friends to dinner, he was under the necessity of deferring the Sacrament till the ensuing Sunday." If this be not sporting with the mysteries of religion, I know not what is, and the rank of his brother was probably the reason, why he was not laid before the Bishop. Betwixt four and five years ago a young woman died in Watford, and at the hour appointed by the Reverend Mr. Capel, the funeral procession arrived at the church; he was then at his dinner, and in reply to a message that the corpse was arrived, he said "let it wait, for I won't leave my dinner to bury even the corpse of a Saint!" After waiting four hours, a note was sent by a sister of the deceased, who had come from London purposely to witness the interment; upon receipt of this, Mr. Capel jumped up, and proceeding to the church yard, very devoutly performed the service over the dead, and made many apologies to the young lady who wrote him the note; which displayed the mean spirit of this honorable and Reverend sycophant; she was the kept mistress of a nobleman high in the ministry: and he who feared not God, feared the "vengeance of a harlot:" who holding Mr. Capel in just contempt, got her protector to report him to the bishop, and it required all the influence of his family to prevent the holy vestments from being stripped over his head.

The fox-hunting disposition of this Parson procured him the nick name of Tally-ho; and he has often had to employ a parishioner to officiate in the place of the Clerk, who had been sent out on the Sabbath day to stop fox-holes, in preparation for Monday's hunt.

The honourable Parson keeps a splendid table; he is profuse in lavishing all the luxuries of life upon his boosing companions and himself; and to make up for the expenses of his dissolute hours, he is mean in private, grinding his tenants and levying bis tithes from the sheaf in the field to the egg in the hen-roost, with all the avarice of oldElwes, and the extortion of a Turkish Bashaw.

A few years ago, he purchased at a cheap rate, the crop upon the farm of a distressed neighbour; he was daily seen working the hay making machine, and driving the teams to his own stack yard, though labourers in plenty vainly solicited employment.

The honourable Mr. Capel is, moreover, a horse dealer; he buys, sells, and swaps, at market and in London; and has an inclination to forming singular connections; we do not allude to those he has formed on the turf at Newmarket, where his full blood stallions are estimated at their full price, and in high repute amongst female quadrupeds; but we allude to his actions upon the soil of the holy sanctuary which he has polluted. We have never heard any one dare to whisper, that this ho nourable Parson has repented of being discovered with three very young girls, near the east-end of his Church, where two of them were watching, whilst the other and him were .... .; but we are not inclined to pollute our pages, and leave our readers to guess at our meaning.

The honourable and reverend Parson is married to an amiable woman, the natural daughter of Mr. S, the great brewer of Rickmansworth, with whom he got a large fortune; we have been little in the neighbourhood of late, but are told that his habits of extravagance and meanness remain the same as before this great acquisition to his property.

"It is easier for a camel to enter the eye of a needle, than a f rich man to enter into the kingdom of Heaven;" this portion of Scripture presents a fearful prospect to such characters; we dare hardly call them pillars of the Church, who are better known at a post upon a race course, or amongst "wine bibbers" at a tavern door; he is now near 60 years old, and we say unto him, for his own sake," repent ye, for your hour is almost come."

THE REVEREND PREACHER DOXFORD,

An Extortioner.

"The voice of one crying in the Wilderness.

John Doxford was born of rich parents at Burn Hall, near Driffield in Yorkshire; he received his education at Glasgow, where he lived under the same roof with Professor Jamieson, a man whose talents were only excelled by his goodness of heart.

At Musselburgh he was offered a kirk or meeting, which he declined, and chose to travel as an itinerant preacher. In the highways and hedges, he raised his voice throughout all the western parts of Scotland; a second Jonah, he entered into every city and town, as if it were a Nineveh, denouncing against it the vengeance of an offended God; he was, moreover, a singular instance of a break-of-day ranter;' he gave in charity to the poor, and accepted nothing for himself; his father allowed him 2001. per annum, which he withdrew and, unable to prevail upon him to give up his rambling ways, when he died, did not leave him a single shilling. The loss of his annuity appears to have changed the mind of Mr. Doxford; poverty had no charms for him, and in proportion as his demands on the pockets of his hearers rose, his popularity decreased; still he persevered, and his eloquence was heard not only in John A'Groat's house, but in the farthest of the Orkney isles, whither his zeal carried him.

Like Jesus in the sea of Galilee, he preached from a ship's bow many Sundays to the assembled multitude; at Tobermory in the island of Mull, where he married the daughter of a fisher man, named Peter, he did not make a miraculous draught of fish upon the occasion, for his lady turned out such an odd fish, he was glad to be divorced from her six months after marriage ; and she has long kept a brothel, near the high church, Glasgow, whither he once resorted to exhort her to repentance, and had the misfortune to be kicked out of the house, and sprinkled with a shower bath, by no means of a sweet smelling savour;' his wife loudly declared that he entered her dwelling by mistake, in search of a concubine, and we are of the same carnal opinion.

During the year 1804, he settled in the shire of Berwick, and converted a barn into a house of prayer: from frequently exhorting the felons in gaol, he became known to the magistrates; and was appointed keeper of the House of Correction; part of the house he made use of as a chapel, and the other as a shop for the sale of goods of every description: moved by the spirit he took unto him a second wife, who had a wooden leg, and Fifteen Hundred Pounds to keep it in repair; he commenced money lending, and became the slave of avarice; in truth, he peopled his prison with his own debtors; and by acts of extortion, got possession of thirteen houses and four farms; he cheated the prisoners of their allowances, and even took their clothes in exchange for smuggled liquor; finally, he was dismissed from his office for swindling a young women out of 101. which, he encouraged her to steal from her master, and give to him to use his influence for the discharge of her lover confined for a misdemeanour.

The vile fellow, instead of keeping his word, accused her of the robbery, and she would have suffered for it, if a timely discovery of his other villanies had not caused a more rigid enquiry into this. The poor girl was sentenced to be banished the country, and in despair threw herself into the Tweed and was drowned. This event caused him to sell his property and quit the place. He charged his wife with acts of adultery, and (it is now certain) from false witnesses, obtained a separation; he kept all her money, and she died at Berwick in the workhouse, protesting her innocence with her latest breath. The annual meeting of Methodists discharged him from his holy functions as a black sheep, and he repaired once more to Edinburgh. The famous Haldane was then in high repute, and Doxford became a Haldanite; his character was not generally known, and his eloquence, which was really great, caused him to be next in popularity to the founder of his new faith, Mr. Haldane himself. He has been seen declaiming on the sands at Leith, to more than three thousand people, and was honoured and courted by all ranks in society. This was the zenith of his popularity: his time of setting was come; the ne plus ultra was pronounced, and his doom fixed by Him to whom all hearts are open. He formed a connexion with the wife of a rich corn-factor, and

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was detected in bed with her by the husband. The damning deed was published to all the town, and Haldane degraded him from the office of preacher. The corn-factor, glad to get rid of a bad wife, actually paid Doxford 500l. to take her off his hands; he embarked at Leith for the West Indies, and no less strange than true, hundreds of foolish people followed him to the pier,conferring upon him presents and declaring he was a persecuted

In the island of Jamaica he became a planter of suga planter of the sect of Haldane; his lady died very eating by mistake a mangineel apple which is deadly po authorities thought fit to enquire into the cause of her death, and Mr. Doxford, unwilling by his presence, to retard their deliberations, sold his estates, and sailed for England: he purchased Burn Hall, the seat of his ancestors, where he now lives; he neither preaches, or prays, but lives a jolly life: not sorry for the past, and heedless of the future; his fortune placing him in that happy medium, above the head of a constable, and not afraid of a justice of the peace; but " his days may yet be few, and another take his office;" he thrived by extortion, and he may live to see "the extortioner spoil all that he hath," for the Scripture saith, the wicked shall not go unpunished.

PARSON SNEYD,

Curate of Hanbury, found guilty of adultery with Mrs. Cecil, wife of the honourable H. Cecil, heir to the title and estates of the

Earl of Exeter.

"Watch ye and pray, lest ye enter into temptation. The spirit, truly is willing: but the flesh is weak." Mark 14. Chap. v. 38.

This case was tried at Guildhall, June 26th, 1790, and 10001. damages laid upon the shoulders of a wretched curate, not able to pay as many pence; but according to Lord Kenyon's doctrine, he that cannot pay in purse must pay in person. Mrs. Cecil was the daughter of Mr. Vernon, of Worcestershire, a magistrate, and M.P. a man of immense fortune. She was accounted very beautiful, and though vain and thoughtless, no charge was made against her virtue, till the one here stated. Mr. Sneyd, the curate of Hanbury,

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