The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1841-05-21 00:00:00

" Mr. Carter Hall examined
" Have you been in the habit of reportit _
debates of any description previous to your taking ti

speeches or
a-

dress of Father Kehoe ?—Daring three sessions of parliament
I was parliamentary reporter for the New Times and Morn-
ing Journal.

" This is the paper :—‘ Address of Father Kehoe to his
congregation, from the altar of the chapel at Leighlin-
bridge, on Sunday, the 14th June :—ls there any one here
who will barter his soul for his landlord ? There is one
wretch who has done so. Do you know whom I mean ?—I
mean Pat Neil, the HYPOCRITICAL APOSTATE LICKSPITTLE,
Pat Neil, and his brother. (At these words there was a
great laugh and some groans.) This miscreant got £7O a-
year for voting against his country, his religion, and his God,
on the last election, and he now expects to have that increased
to £l5O ; besides, his landlord bribes him in every possible
manner, and the base wretch, who once acknowledged that
if he was a scholar he would be hanged, but he is no scholar,
but the most ignorant brute in the country, now exults in
being the lickspittle of his landlord. Now see how he makes
his apostate gain; he has a horse worth £lO, and gets £2O
for it, and so for everything else. I say, Pat Neil, you are a
detestable, hypocritical, apostate lickspittle, a ruffian, and a
miscreant, to be held up by the finger to scorn, and detesta-
tion, and contempt : and what are you the richer than any
honest freeholder, after all, when your debts are paid ? * *
Good people, 1 am told policemen come here ; look out for
them, and if you see any policemen here that are not Ca-
tholics, their only object must be to create a disturbance;
therefore mark down their names, and I will soon take care
that they shall not long have occasion to wear their green
coats and black belts. * * But I tell you, boys, if the
conservatives gain this election—they cannot gain it—but if
by perjury, threats, and violence they do gain it—if they do
trick us out of our representatives on this, as they did on the
last election, and we be beat, more blood telll follow then
than there is v'ater in the river Barrow.' "
Here is the political character of the Maynooth priest,
from unquestionable authority. It needs no colouring—no
comment. Judge the priests out of their own mouths. The
above are autographs of each of the rev. gentlemen. I have
brought you into the chapels, for these harangues came from
the altars. Hushed is the voice of prayer—the cloud of in-
cense is dissolved—the idolatry of the wafer is over—the
hell no longer rings to say, " Bow the knee." Here are the
sermons, " ipsissima verbs," in three instances, of the sur-
pliced ecdesiastics. I need not add that in them English-
men will find the source of Ireland's ills—the bigotry, the
enmity, the intolerance that prevails against all that is pure,
all that is lovely. Maynooth drives the landlord from his
estate, to seek in foreign lands the peace he cannot find at
home. Maynooth takes away the liberty of the peasant, fills
his heart with superstition, and makes him the willing tool
of its soul-destroying priests. Maynooth drives away the
English manufacturers, who would improve and employ the
starving peasantry. Maynooth closes scripture schools—it
keeps empty Christian churches—it drenches Ireland with
blood. Let election mobs, tithe affrays, murdered minis-
ters, emigrant Protestants, and a thousand other tongues
speak. They will—they must denounce Maynooth. But,
worse than all, Mitynooth shakes the pillars of England's
throne, and tarnishes England's glory. Maynooth priests
have sent their slaves, " the tailsmen," to the privy council
of England ; and—shame, oh ! shame—Papists are privy
councillors. Sir, let Englishmen awake ! Let "them hear
the testimony of an Irishman against Maynooth. I doe de-
clare, that were the fabled cave of Eolus a reality, and could
all its winds be loosed at once, their mischief would be no-
thing in comparison to Maynooth! Its influence has been
felt in Ireland. It has gone forth as the Simoon blast, scat-.
tering death and desolation : it has descended as a tornado,
ruining every pillar, destroying every beautiful fane—turned
gardens into wastes, and pleasant places into a'howling wil-
derness !

I am, sir, your humble servant,
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