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the Review what you revere as her own infallible interpreta-
tiOn in the confessional. The black fiends might as well
reproach their master for duplicity when he sees fit to trans-
form himself into an angel of light, as the familiars of the
inquisition reproach a papal politician for abandonment of
his principles when he puts forth Popery in the garb of mo-
dern liberalism and Christian charity.
So much. Sir, for your statement to the Methodists as to
the notes of. your Bible. I shall prove that your assertions
are as untrue as to the editions of the text.

And now, Sir, I am prepared for the comments of some
of your tools of the press—(you dare not comment on this
yourself)—that shall charge this letter with unchristian, un-
charitable language, and many similar charges, because I de-
nounce in plain, direct, uncompromising terms, the delibe-
rate falsehoods of your letter—because I call falsehoods
falsehoods, treachery treachery, perjury perjury, and murder
murder. Sir, las resolutely disclaim and denounce that
hollow, heartless, unprincipled compromise
,of all truth and
all religion that " calls evil good and good evil—puts dark-
ness for light and light for darkness"—that deserts the
honest dignity of virtue and fawns upon the dark deformity
of vice—that calls it charity to trifle with truth—to fritter
away falsehood—to mock God, and compliment the devil.
It is this base and traitorous abandonment of honest prin-
ciple and pure religion, of bold fidelity to God and man,
that has reduced the nation to the past; to which it has come,
that men who ought to stand forward to lift their voices, like
a trumpet, for their country, shrink in moral cowardice from
their honest public duty ; while vice and crime, and perjury
and treason, emboldened by their weakness and their folly,
stand forth and rear their brazen front in the highest places
in the land, and the basest villain passes for the purest pa-
triot.

If you, Sir, had been long ago expelled, as you deserved,
from the British senate, for the violation of your public
oath that placed you there—if those who made oaths a secu-
rity for the protection of religion, and God the witness for
their country's safety, had stood as they ought, with bold
determined fidelity, to vindicate the honour of that God and
that religion, you had not dared to mock the common sense
and insult the understanding of every honest man in the
empire by such a tissue of insolent audacity and falsehood as
that with which you now pollute the pages of the public
press, sometimes with your own productions, and sometimes
mixing up, as in this letter to the Methodists, some of the
lying sophisms of your priests. But, Sir, as long as I see it
written in that Holy Book, which the Papal apostacy seeks
to corrupt, or to withhold from its unhappy victims, that
one of the marks which the Spirit expressly brands upon her
brow is this—" Speaking lies in hypocrisy, having their
conscience seared with a hot iron, forbidding to marry, and
commanding to abstain, from meat"—as long as I see the
name which God has written upon her forehead " MYS-
TERY—BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER
OF HARLOTS, AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE
EARTH"—" drunken with the blood of the Saints and
with the blood of the Martyrs of Jesus :" as long as I see
the testimony of the Lord Jesus Christ himself against those
who set themselves, like her and her ministers, against Him
and His truth—" Ye are of your father, the Devil, and the
lusts of your father ye will do—he was a murderer from the
beginning, and abode not in, the truth, Because there is no
truth in him. When he speaketh a lie he speaketh of his
own, for he is a liar and the father cf it :"
As long as these truths are written in the Book of God,
and God's Ministers are commanded to be faithful to that
Word, and to their sacred trust, so long am I determined, in
the face of hollow liberalism which covers its fears, its false-
hood, its indifference, and its infidelity, under the mask of
Christian gentleness and Christian charity, in the strength of
God, to call lies lies, treachery treachery, perjury perjury,
sand murder murder ; and to bear my testimony against Po-
pery as the prolific parent of them all.
There is, Sir, a place for Christian charity and Christian
love to the souls of men. Its language is that of mercy, and
its voice is that of peace. It does not lacerate or wound to
slay—but it lays the gangrene open to the bottom, if yet, in-
deed, there may be hope for balm to heal. It tells the sinner
of his crimes, not:to sentence him to destruction, but to warn
him to seek for mercy. It addresses him in the language
which I now address to you.

Alas, my poor unhappy fellow-sinner, pause while yet you
may, upon the brink of death. Whether your sins and crimes
have been recorded in the secret memorials of a dark and
guilty-conscience, or blazoned on the pages of your country's
gloomy history—it matters not, when you shall stand before
the Judge of quick and dead. The Judge is now proclaimed
to you as a Saviour. The Judge Himself became a surety
for the guilty. The vilest wretch that ever death shall sum-
mon to his bar is now entreated, nay commanded in His Holy
Word, to come and to receive his grace and his salvation,
signed, sealed, and written in the dying blood of his Redeemer.
Hear, 0 fellow-sinner, " all manner of sins and blasphemies
shall be forgiven unto men—the blood of Jesus cleanseth
from all sin"—turn' 0 turn, to this great and free salvation
—turn ye, turn ye, for why, why will you die?
0 cursed, dark and damnable apostacy—messenger of
death—minister of hell—that shuts out the light and glory
of this great salvation from the sinner's hope, and substi-
tutes the lying traditions, wafers, rags, oils, masses, mockeries
of prayers, mummeries of penances, idols, purgatories, to make
a merchandize of man's immortal soul ! Come out from the
arms of that nurse of human guilt and misery, that trains
you up for crimes, and deceives you in everlasting ruin ; look
unto Christ, and be you saved ; come unto Him, thou poor,
weary, heavy-laden sinner, and He will give you rest. Here
is my charity for you, here is my Christian regard. As I
would save you if I could from the waves if you were drown-
ing—as I would rescue you if I could from the flames if you
were burning—l call on you to come out from that accursed
apostacy in which you are sunk, and fly while it is called to-
day to the salvation proclaimed to you in the Gospel; and
while I bear my testimony against your own iniquity and that
of your church, by which you have been trained to it, I can
say to you that my heart's desire and prayer to God for you
is, that you may be saved—that when Christ shall destroy
that accursed Babylon with the brightness of his coming,
Daniel O'Connell may be found delivered from her abomina-
tions, a monument of grace at the right hand of the Lord
Jesus. I can pray this for you—l can pray it for my Roman
Catholic countrymen—and can say, in the sight of God, I
believe it to be the:only genuine true spirit of Christian faith-
fulness and Christian charity for the Roman Catholics of Ire-
land; with every feeling of which, I desire to be, and trust I
am, their faithful friend and servant, R. J. M`GHEE.
P.S.—This letter was written before your second effusion
to the Methodists. There is nothing in it to induce me to
alter a word in this. I should have published it before, but
having a communication to make to Doctor Murray, it was
but due respect to him to give him precedence.

SUPERSTITIOUS MODE OF TRAVELLING.—One evening
as our party (in India) were strolling on shore after the day's
journey, we observed a native of most filthy appearance en-
gaged in what appeared to us a very extraordinary process.
He repeatedly laid himself on the ground at full length,
making at the same time a mark in the sand close to the
crown of his head ; then, rising, he placed his feet by the said
mark, and lay down again as before. This process he might
continue ad infinitum for aught we know, as we saw no end
to it, each successive prostration gaining one length of his
body to the southward. We addressed him, and inquired his
object. He returned us no answer, nor did he appear to
notice us ; we then made the same inquiry of some natives
who were also watching him, not with curiosity like ourselves,
but with the most profound respect and reverence. He was
a devout Fakeer on his pilgrimage to Juggernaut, whether
he was making his way in the manner described, namely,
measuring the whole distance by the length of his body. He
had already thus travelled more than three hundred miles ;
and as he had only about four hundred miles further to go,
every hope was entertained of a prosperous conclusion to his
journey.—Memoirs of Cadet.
GAMBLING BY MACHINERY.—.-The New Orleans papers
give an account of the breaking up of a gambling establish-
ment, the operations of which; it seems, were carried on by
machinery.. The Bee thus describes the apparatus :—" In a
back parlour in the second story was a round table, fixed in
iron shoes, so as to be immoveable. Two of the legs in this
table were hollow. Down the hollow legs wires were run to
the floor, and along the floor in grooves made for the purpose
to the wall, then up the wall to the third story, thence to a
point immediately above the centre of the table. The wires
were communicated from the table to the point above in the
manner used in bell-hanging. The grooves through which
they ran were inlaid 'with the softest buckskin, so as to pre-
vent detection. Immediately above the card table, the ceil-
ing was ornamented with a circular painting, after the fashion
of some parlours; In the centre of the painting was a hook,
as if to supend a lamp. The ceiling was cut into small holes.
which could not be detected from below, because they repre-
sented certain portions of the figures of the paintings. hen
a party was migaged at play, a person above could look down
upon the handg, and by pulling the wires, give his partner at
the table any intimation as to the strength of the opposing
hands, which an agreed signal might indicate. The room
above was kept dark, which also prevented the players from
ascertaining the cheat, particularly at night.”—We learn,
says the Globe, that such a piece of machinery is erecting in
one of our fashionable gambling establishments.

CIGAR-MAKING IN SEVILLE.—The most extraordinary
sight in the Fabrica dc Tobaco is a room, or rather, four con-
nected rooms, about an immense square court, where three
thousand women and girls are daily employed in twisting
cigars. It is not saying much for Sevillian beauty, and ;I
looked in vain amongst this vast number for one that was
beautiful, pretty, or even interesting in appearance. I never
beheld such an assemblage of ugliness. As Juanico well ex-
pressed it, " Venus passed by their doors at the time of their
birth, and would not even glance within." The young fe-
male superintendant was the only exception—the only one
who did not disgrace the city of Donna Julia. Each woman
can twist ten or twelve bundles of cigars a day, each bundle
containing fifty-one cigars or five ounces of tobacco. There
are six hundred men similarly employed, each twisting four-
teen or sixteen bundles daily. The daily wages of the whole
are above 1,000 dollars, or nearly £250. This is a little world
in itself. Every article wanted is made within its walls ; tin
chests, (sacks _baskets—nay,..even. the wheels of the carts in
which the tobacco is conveyed to and from the Fabrica—have
all separate manufactories.—A Summer in Andalucia.
ONE OF " THE BEAUTIFUL WOMEN OF PARIS."—For
some time past, a work has been published in numbers, under
the rather odd title of La Belles Femmes de Paris; a biogra-
phical article is annexed to the portrait of the happy woman
who is deemed worthy of shining in the collection. Women
of all classes—the queens of the shops especially—are sin-
gularly delighted at being introduced into the gallant museum,
in company with Italian princesses, Spanish countesses, and
the great ladies of our all-powerful financial aristocracy.
The other day, in the morning, Madame B—, whose throne
stands in one of the most splendid shops in the Rue de la
Paix, received the visit of a very polite and good-looking
young gentleman, whose manners were particularly elegant.
He had under his arm a little portfolio of the finest green
morocco, which, with his long hair and pointed beard,
proclaimed the artist. " Madame," said the youth, "I am
a painter, and, in that capacity, commissioned to contribute
some portraits to the collection des Belles Femmes de Paris.
I am come to ask you, Madame, to favour me with a sitting.
Upon this proposal, the lady lowered her eyes, and affectedly
replied, that the editors were very indulgent to think of
her,—that she could ascribe their notice of her but to gal-
lantry,—that she was not pretty enough to deserve the in-
tended honour,—that, * * * * * In short,
amidst her abundant 'expressions of modesty and humility,
shone unbounded delight. After some further negotiation,
the handsome shopkeeper went up to her apartment with the
young artist, cast a glance at the mirror, set her hair in pro-
per order, put on a necklace, ear-rings, and bracelets, seated
herself, and suffered her drapery to be tastefully adjusted by
the painter, who proceeded to his task. Half-an-hour after,
he rose; and, courteously observing that he had perhaps
tired his lovely model, announced his return next day, at
the same hour. On Madame B— begging to look at his
sketch, he politely apologized, urging that as yet there was
no likeness, but that on the following day it would be forth
coming. A short chat ensued. The artist examined, en
connoisseur, several pictures ornamenting the bedroom,
stopping long before the chimney-piece, over which hung,
among other pretty things, various miniatures, which he took
down, put back, praised, and pronounced charming. His
inspection being concluded, he made a most graceful bow,
and left the fair lady in one of those ecstacies which the
female heart likes so well. At night, when Madame B—,
freed from commercial labour so unworthy of one of the
belles femmes de Paris, returned to her bedroom to enjoy
her triumph, she happened to move to her chimney-piece, to
wind up her darling watch ; but the watch happened to have
vanished, along with the gold chain which usually connected
it with her snow-white neck, and both fugitives were soon
followed by the splendid dream, and all the joy anticipated
from a woman's brightest victory. As nobody had entered
the room, of which she always kept the key about her per-
son, Madame B— concluded, with more shrewdness than she
had displayed in the morning, that the gallant young gentle-
man was a thief, the sketch of her portrait a chimera, and
that there was some inconvenience in being one of " The
Beautiful Women of Paris."—Paris paper.
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