O show no mercy unto those Let swift destruction be their doom, Who in justice put their trust; The friends of truth send to the tomb, Lord! roll them in the dust. For thy mercy endureth for ever. But bless all true hypocrites, Who thrive by fraud and lies; Grant Lord, that by thy heavenly grace, We may all truth despise. For thy mercy endureth for ever. After which the following prayer: SELAH. O most merciless Jehovah! who art thyself NOTHING, madest all things out of NOTHING, who dwellest every where, can be found nowhere, who makest man to sin and punishest him for sinning. Thou, O Lord! who can do good but will not, or would do good but cannot, whose attributes are every thing and amount to nothing, who livest in companionship with the Devil, who art mightier than he in word only, while he is mightier than thou in deed; for he doeth evil in spite of thy teeth, and thou never doest any good! Descend, in thy wrath, among thy enemies. Blight those who can neither see nor know thee, with thy lightnings; confound them with thy thunders; crush them with thy power; annihilate them with thy omnipotence. Destroy them utterly, root and branch, as thou didst the enemies of thy right, faithful and worthy servants the remorseless Jews, who, thou promisest should rule over the whole earth, and who now rule nowhere. Save us, O Lord, for the atheists, the sons of science, virtue and truth, with new names, the Materialists, the Zetetics the Zerotarians, are risen up against us, and against thee, O Lord. "Souse them and douse them! in the powdering tub of thy affliction that they may come forth tripe fit for thy table, O Lord!"* They deny our books; they laugh us to scorn; they believe not our holy lies: yea, they deny thy very existence. Therefore, better mind what thou doest, O Lord, or they will send thee packing, with all the * See presbyterian eloquence-One prays thus: "Thou sayest they are worse than infidels, who provide not for their own-we are thine own and yet have been but scurvily provided for, O Lord!" Another thus-" Permit us not to go to hell, O Lord; for, if we go to hell and become the property of the Devil, who will lose by that, O Lord?" I would recommend this book to the methodists, as a criterion of genuine home brewed prayer. Nothing can exceed it in plainness of style. It is a most capital jest book. wooden gods of Canaan, the stone gods of Greece, and the thirty thousand familiar gods and goddesses of Rome; with the terrible Gods, like thyself, of old Scandinavia, and the ragman god, Mumbo Jumbo, of Africa.+ It is time to show a miracle, O Lord! to save thyself, if not thy priests. Create a new Sun or two, or half a dozen Moons. Or, in thy unsearchable mercy, play at the ten plagues of Egypt again and slay all the first born; for thy mercy endureth for ever. Or, O! may it please thee, to set on another massacre of Saint Bartholomew. Then shall thy priests and the elders rejoice and be exceedingly glad. O send forth thy lying spirit to confound truth and destroy the confidence of society. O raise up Johanna Southcote, Richard Brothers, and Swedenborg from the dead, that they may come and prophecy unto us, that they may comfort us and confound our enemies. Lo! the radical reformer, Jesus, is no more. The humbugging Devil has cried off. Hell is destroyed and heaven is no where. Religion and the wicked are fading away fast, and if man become virtuous and happy, what will become of thee and thy priests. O Lord? Send war, ruin, and desolation on earth; but save thy priests, and thy chosen people, the elect before all time, and the called in the name of the Lord Jesus. Amen! Amen!! Amen!!! SHEBAGO. The following Specimen of IRISH RELIGION and IRISH KNOWLEDGE is copied from a Letter published in the Morning Herald for Nov. 29. WHILE the driver was mending a part of his horse's harness, I walked up to one of these groupes. Observing a small pamphlet in the hands of a man belonging to the party, I imagined that I had discovered a knot of " Biblicals," who were enlightening themselves with one of the "pretty little books" distributed by the Tract Society. I asked the man what he was reading. Fathe, Sir," said he, "I was reading a very elegant poem, which Father gave me, may the Lord bless him for it!" Looking at the pamphlet, I observed the name of Carlile. "Surely," said I, a Priest would never give you a book in favour of that man?" He replied (apparently pleased with my sentiment)," in favour of him, did yer honour say? Ah, bad luck to him! but its not in + The great God, Mumbo Jumbo, is represented by a rag tied to a tree, in the vicinity of the Village-When displayed, the natives bring fowls, eggs, fish, yams, and fruit, and leave them at the foot of the tree. When all have made their offering, Mumbo Jumbo and the property disappear, and the priest blesses the village. If the priest is not satisfied, Mumbo Jumbo remains, and the people are threatened with calamities, which frequently appear in the very questionable shape of poisoned water. This is no quotation. A very bungling miracle has lately been played off in Spain. Numbers of the Spaniards swallowed it in whole. 66 favour of him at all." Being anxious to know what idea he had formed of Carlile, I asked him what he thought Carlile's religion was. Why sure," said he, "he's nothing but a Protestant-a mere Orangeman." Somewhat puzzled at this reply, I inquired if there were no difference between a Protestant and an Orangeman. "Well then, by J-s," he answered, "I know of none.” For a fippeny I obtained this "elegant poem," and I bere present the public with a literal copy of it, not doubting but they will be pleased, and edified by it, as I have been— A Poem against Carlile's 'TWAS in the fourth century that Arius did oppose, The Church the lawful spouse of Christ, which the whole world knows, He denied the Holy Trinity, believed but in Persons two, So his proselytes by darkness led a bye path did pursue, Our Lord and only Saviour still mindful of his flock, Built his church quite visible upon a solid Rock, He promised to remain with her unto the end of days, And his consolation thro' each nation shone with glorious rays, Upon his twelve Apostles that they might not err, With heavenly fire he did inspire the 12 on Whitsunday, And the Holy Ghost their pilot was they could never stray. The Heresy of Carlile has drooped its head in Court and died, Those vile perpetrators and false teachers will surely end in 25, By power divine being rendered blind their souls they could not steer, An English bull and hornless of late I here require, But his crafty wiles they disregard they dread captivity, Let them beware of a fanatic and watch how the rogue moves, Let them be wise as serpents harmless as doves, Let them still hold unto the fold that belongs unto the Church, For the promises assigned to her will leave no one in the lurch, The sons of Granu suffered much when the prince of whigs did reign He persecuted priests and monks he robbed the laity, 3 Chap of St. Paul to Titus. For search the scriptures to and fro shew me where you can find, Never dread those holy men they never broke the chain, Nor never will till time's no more for this our Saviour said, My dear beloved brethren I mean for to conclude. I hope there's none among you will think me vain or rude, The reason that I did extract those lines from Scripture's rules, Was to let all false seducers know our Bishops were no fools. Limerick Printed by S. B. Goggin, 15, George's-street, near the corner of William-street, where Cobbett's works may be had. Country Dealers. MARK WELL-That S, B. GOGGIN, is constantly supplied with School Books of the best editions and in the most durable binding; also an extensive assortment of Pictures, Ballads; &. &c. all manufactured under his own inspection which enables him to sell cheaper than any other house in this Kingdom. In justice to the erudite Mr. S. B. Goggin, I have copied the preceding notice which is attached to the poem. As there can be no doubt that his "ballads, poems, and school-books, all manufactured under his own inspection," will be in great demand in England, as the literati here have now an opportunity of appreciating their merit. DR. OLINTHUS GREGORY. WHEN I received, from the Rev. Mr. Wait of Bristol, the Letters of Dr. Olinthus Gregory, as evidential of the soundness of the Christian Religion, and as the work of a scientific man upon the subject, I was not aware, that the author was living, and I was totally ignorant of his character and past and present situation in life. Under this state of ignorance, I proceeded to make my observations upon his work,. and finding that he had been rather bitter towards the opponents of Christianity, I fell into a corresponding error as a retort, for which, from a better knowledge of him, I have since been sorry. The first edition of that work is nearly out of print and I look forward to the opportunity of rewriting it and of making it a complete reply to all the attacks upon infidelity toward the Christian system of religion, and a thorough refutation of all the supposed evidences of the soundness of the system. But Dr. Gregory has lately come forward in a new character, one that commands my highest respect, one that brings with it a common good to maukind, free from the bitterness of religious feuds, with the admirable Dr. Birkbeck he is a joint patron of the new Mechanic Institutions. In this character, I bail Dr. Gregory as the common friend of man, and several little sketches of his life that I have lately read have instructed me to know him as a good man. therefore very much desire to remove all bitterness of expression in my review of his evidences of the soundness of Christianity, and I most sincerely ask and offer a mutual forgiveness for the past. I The manner in which the Rev. Mr. Wait was in the habit of writing to me was a great provocation to strong expressions on my part; but I hope, that, from two visits in Dor chester Gaol from Mr. W. his son and daughter in law, I convinced them, that I was by no means disposed to be the first to adopt a virulent attack upon an opponent in sentiment. I have lately seen an account of the death of one Mr. Wait of King Square, Bristol, but it was not mentioned as the Rev. Mr. Wait, whom I found in a bad state of health, and who, I fear, has not survived my imprisonment to receive that visit of mine in Bristol which I have purposed and for which I have an invitation, Of Dr. Gregory, I am now disposed to think nothing but good, and, as must have been almost a universal case, his speech to the Mechanics of Deptford and its vicinity, has raised my admiration of him to a high pitch. An article of this kind is never stale, and I now introduce that speech to the readers of The Republican' as a proof of the great good which these Mechanics' Institutes cannot fail to do, in connecting the highest state of mathematical and other scientific ability with the lowest state of mechanical labour. White Hart Inn, Salisbury, Dec. 2, 1825. R. C. MECHANICS' INSTITUTION AT DEPTFORD. A numerous meeting of the mechanics of Deptford was lately held at the Roman Eagle, for the purpose of establishing a Mechanics' Institution in that town, Dr. Olinthus Gregory in the chair, who, after a brief exordium, addressed the meeting as follows: "You must prepare yourselves for opposition. There is not, in the whole range of human undertakings, one that has not had to contend with some species of enemy; and it is only until you have overcome every difficulty, and stand upon your own firm and proud pre-eminence, that you must expect your labours to go on quietly. I do not mean to say that this opposition will, in all cases, proceed from persons of bad intentions, but from those who really do not take the trouble to understand the object you have in view. I remember when poor children, twenty or thirty years ago, were first taught the simple art of penmanship, it was urged- Oh! you must not teach them to write, or they may commit forgery.' (A laugh.)—Now, let us see how far this kind of reason will carry us. You must not teach children to speak, or they may commit perjury. Again, suppose my excellent friend, Dr. Birkbeck, to be called upon to attend a person labouring under a paralytic attack, it might be said, Oh don't do any thing for him, let him remain as he is, or who knows but that in a week or two he may commit an assault.' (A laugh.) The general questions are How far do you intend to go?-What |