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duced it? If the bulk of the people are to be first plundered of their produce and then fed on charity, where is the difference between taking the pittance doled back from the hand of a monk or priest, or from that of My Lord or Lady's steward, butler or footman? Such allusions as these to times gone by, a mere shewing that our fathers fed better than we can feed, do us no good; let Mr. Cobbett shew a reason wby any kind of church or religious establishment should be supported by your labour; let him shew a reason why the famous priory of Norwich should have been preserved, or why it was at first well founded ; let him sbew a reason why the labouring man should not enjoy the whole as well as the nine tenths of his produce. Let him go deeper than the Catholic Religion and shew that any kind of religion be good. Let him shew that even Deism is not an idolatry which wisdom proscribes and which can be dispensed with to an advantage.
Mr. Cobbett deals in delusion whenever be touches upon religion or general politics: all bis reformation, when the mass of the people are in question, means but a substitution of one for another kind of delusion; and thus it is, that, within one year, we find him the immeasureable eulogist and opponent of ihe same individual, whether it be a Burdett, a Hunt, or an O'Connel. He fancies bimself honest and sensible at all points ; but every one but himself can see, that he is the creature of delusions and illusions ; tbat, in politics and religion, he searches nothing tothe bottom, and is always arguing laboriously upon a bad foundation, I confine his wisdom to agriculture, and his honesty, visible honesty, to his assaults upon paper money.
“ BEWARE OF BAD HOUSES.”
TO RICHARD CARLILE DORCHESTER GAOL.
London 16ch day 9th month. HAVING, for the last three months, kept a most attentive eye upon all the Londou popular periodicals, for an elucidation of a very singular phenomenon, which both thee and thy cotemporaries have been entirely silent about, I bave made bold, as I have been fortunate enough to come at something like a certainty of the affair, by enquiring in the neighbourhood where it took place, to narrate to thee the important fact, which fell under my observation and raised my curiosity to so bigb a pitch. I could scarcely credit, that my optics com inunicated with truth to my reasoning faculties the object of my astonishment and just admiration. The priest would say :-"and thy being disappointed adds another proof of what little reliance can be placed on all sublunary objects.” I am sorry to have to inform thee, that the news was too good to be true; but from all I can gather, the affair turns out to be this:
Some one, (doubless of the evangelic fraternity) about three months ago, employed a poor little fellow to stand at the corner of a court in High Street, Saint Giles' (which leads into the most notorious part of that neighbourhood for houses of ill fame,) in advertising Armour and to hold upon bis shoulder a board with a paper stuck upon it, on which was printed in three inch capitals:
“BEWARE OF BAD HOUSES.” Now, people who have been brought up to commerce, take every pains to make public articles which they have to dispose of, and even go to great expeuce in advertising them: witness the daily puffs about “ Blacking" and the “incomparable oil of Macassar.” Not so with the gentle Desdemonas of Saint Giles'; they view their interests in a different light. This was an insult which their honour could not brook, and, without more ado, armed themselves with tongs, pokers, fire shovels, or any thing which came first to hand and issued out of their boosing kens, armed at all points like the famous Moor of Moor-ball when he went forth to slay the Dragon of Wantley, and placed themselves in such terrific attitudes, that they drove the poor centinel entirely from his post. He like the Spavish assassin, took refuge in the portal of Saint Giles' Church, and that too on a Sunday, at the time of divine service. In that situation he was standing, when he met my wondering eye. I inwardly congratulated his virtuous employer, not knowing that the sentinel bad forsaken bis original post; but since I have arrived at the truth of the matter, I suspect tbat employer to be one of those divines spoken of by Burns, who, he says,
“ Steal through a winnock fra a whore
Poor Pat, the sentinel, I believe he was an Irishman, by flying to one of his patron saints for protection) with truecharacteristic sang froid was determined to make out his day some where, and, therefore, stood, not with his sboes off, although upon consecrated ground, in the identical situation which I bare described. There was a curious contrast between the rough son of Erin up to the neck in advertising Armour denouncing all “ Bad Houses” and the wandering flights of some cunning statuary, who bas pourtrayed, over the gateway, the “ day of resurrection," in such frightful characters, that tbe church-going fanatic must fancy he bears the dry bones of his ancestors rattling in the air.
Thou mayest, e'er this, be sure, that nothing is furtber from my heart than to decry the venerable old lady whom I have once admired; yet, upon seeing Pat in the situation described, and his armour telling us to “ beware of Bad Houses,” I really fancied, that one of the members of mothercburch had revolted against her corrupt body. From the effects which thou hast felt of thy holy misgivings of this abortion of the bona roba of Babylon, thou, perhaps, wilt think with Ephraim Smooth, that Pat had not far mistaken his situation.
If thou tbipkest it expedient, thou mayest insert this in thy Republican, which I hope will assist to set at rest the minds of hundreds, wbo have been much surprised at the singularity of the phenomenon.
That a Pat may shortly be placed at the entrance of every church in similar Armour, and that he like Cerebus, may never be found napping at his post, is the sincere wish of ibine assured frieud.
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TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, GEORGE FREDERICK GUELPH, THE DUKE OF YORK, BISHOP OF OSNABURG, ROYAL ARCH MASON, &c.
Dorchester Gaol, September, 23,
A. T. 1825. A. L. (to Royal Arch My Royal COMPANION, Masons) 1. I DOUBT very much, if you recollect one half of the ceremony through which you passed, to be made a Royal Arch Mason; so, on this head, there will be something pleasing to you, to find it in print. With “ The Republican” for your guide, you, your brother, the king, and your brother Sussex, can play over the game, as often as you like, during • the rainy days of this winter, and, after every repetition of the grand word, say, Jehova, or Jao-bul-on bless Carlile for tbis glorious revelation. Methinks, I now see your Royalties forming the triple triangle and saying with royal solemnity :-“We, three, do agree, in love and unity, the sacred word of a Royal Arch Mason to keep, and not to reveal it to any one in the world, unless it be, when three, or more than three, such as we, do meet and agree!”
In the first letter, I supposed the B. B. to mean Brazen Bull, as I have read somewhere about brazen bulls ; but I have discovered, that these initials, in this degree, mean the burning bush, which Moses saw in the wilderness of Arabia. I assure you, tbat mine has been no easy task, to make up this Masonry matter for the press; for I have to make it up from initial letters and all sorts of signs and characters. I never was so sick of a task before, and, in vain do I purpose to write Nos, of the Moralist, wbilst any part of it remains
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undone. I often meet with riddles and difficulties, which take me hours to solve, by requiring a reference to a mass of papers which I cannot arrange. Often I have to write off to my masonic friends for instruction, which occasions delays and has prevented my pouring the whole revelation forth as fast and as thick as I could have wished. The words N- m and Nn m , which I left blank in the Nine Elected Knights degree, should have been filled up as Necum and Necum-Nicum. It is supposed to mean revenge, and, I presume, that it comes from the same root as the Latin verb neco, I kill. Necum is also a word used by the continental Knight Templars, as an expression of revenge.
I also left a blank after the letters S , M- A , in the degree of the Red Cross Sword of Babylon, which should have been filled up as Shadrach, Meshach and Abednogo, the Jewish Salamanders! What think you of that tale, my Royal Duke? Your Devil and his immortal souls must also be rendered incombustible by some divine process, or Jehova and his saints will not have a sufficient gratification, in an endless burning of those who were not elected for salvation before all time! Delightful doctrines! If your royal brother extends his years much farther, I will warrant, that there will be no church left of which you can become the head. Trouble not, you can play at royal arch masonry, and make knights, baronets, lords, earls, marquisses and
dukes, which will be equally important with making bishops · and calling deans, archdeacons, deacons, priests, prebends,
&c. by your Holy Ghost! The people, who labour to pay for all, are getting heartily sick of all this trash, imposture and wickedness: this source of all tyranny: and they will very soon raise such a voice against it, as shall be more powerful than the Jewish Priests with their ram's horus, who blew down the walls of Jericho. Another pretty Jewish tale for your royal consideration.
Ob! by the' bye, I have just recollected that the Holy Ghost called you before you were born, and that you were made the Bishop of Osnaburg as soon as born! Do you recollect the call before you were born? Was the soul inspired and apprized of it before it entered the fætus in the womb ? I have been informed, that Parson Schofield, the Radical Parson of Manchester, has divined the way that the soul enters and joins the feetus. He states the moment to be, when the father and the mother are in the paroxysm of the coition, and that the pleasurable feelings arise from the titillating passage of the soul. I confess, that I have added the