The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1851-09-02 00:00:00

Eiberpoof :=Dtanbarb,

TUESDAY MORNING, SEPT. 2, 1851.

BRUTALITY OF THE POPISH PRESS-ITS
REMEDY.

MOST of our readers are aware that there was
started in London, some years ago, a journal called
the Tablet, devoted to the teaching of the medimval
inventions which distinguish the Church of Rome
from the Church Catholic. It was the first literary
fruits of that Ultra-montanism which arose amongst
• the English Papists (or rather was first avowed by
them) after the bill of 1829 ; for the Dublin Re-
view professed a sort of loyalty and moderation.
This Tablet, which was at first conducted by a
scholar and a gentleman, though a Romish enthu-
siast, now deceased (the author of " A Steam
Voyage down the Danube," and other works),
carried on a sickly existence for some years. The
English would not read it, and the Irish in England
could not ; and if report speaks true, a certain
Romish Peer experienced the pleasures of that out-
lay that attends an unsuccessful newspaper. The
Tablet, in fact, was about to wipe out its records,
and abandon recording the vain hopes of Popery
in England—to leave us without any regular
account of bleeding Addoloratas and winking Ma-
donnas—when a converted Quaker, named Lucas,
undertook, with the enthusiasm of novelty, to save
the wreck. He, however, had the sagacity to take
it to Ireland, where now it languishes; but the
Quaker could not write up to the fever-heat of the
enthusiastic Celt. He was -quite unfit for an
audience, where "who peppers the highest is surest
to please," and proposes to make up in that parti-
cular species of rhetoric, vulgarly called Billings-
gate, for the more powerful and eloquent invective
to which Young Ireland accustomed their country-
men. Lord Chief justice Ellenborough that
great master of common sense—once said in a libel
case, that " the majority of brutal language arose
frern the writer being unable to express himself ;
for if he could have wounded his opponent with
ridicule orsarcasm,he would not have called names."
This is the case of thetransplanted Quaker. Recol-
lecting that violence sold so many thousands of the
United Irishman, he attempts it, and becomes brutal.
He informs us, forinstance, that the Archbishop of
Canterbury is no more bishop " than a poodle dog,
or a pet spaniel of King Charles's breed." Now,
there is not an Irish apple-woman in Liverpool, who
(as long as the whiskey permitted her to remain ar-
ticulate) could not abuse in a better style than this.
Though it is anibitious of being equally scurrilous,
the Quaker's reviling has not a particle of that true
blackguardism of 'lrish rhetoric before which cab-

men drive on, and,costermongers retreat in silence.
But Mr. Lucas not only desires to imitate Irish
violence, but that assumed calm determination
which is so ludicrously paraded in the intervals of
the fury of Hibernian writers, and with which the
speeches of '4B were so instinctively interspersed,
The following item is the fate that the Anglican
hierarchy, both in :England and in Ireland, may
expect at the awful hands of the most obscene of
the Dublin weekly newspapers :

" When we mean, therefore, to speak of the individual
in question, apart from his office, we shall designate him—
and we beg our correspondents to designate him—as Mr.
Sumner. When we mean to speak of his office, we shall
style him Statutory superintendent of Protestants in
the Canterbury District'—or something to that effect. In
like manner we have Mr. Whately, in the Dublin district ;
Mr. Blomfield, in the London district; Lord John George
Beresford, in the Armagh district ; Lord Robert Pon-
sonby Tottenham, in the Clogher district ; Mr. Stopford,
in the Meath district—and so on. We hope our readers
will follow so good an example, and will help us to preserve
strict truth on these mighty questions by correcting us
whenever inadvertently we fall into a mistake."

In such a dreadful defiance Mr. Lucas might as
well have got an almanac,-and looked whether the
victims of his wrath were -alive or dead, and he
would have seen that one excellent and learned
prelate, Lord Robert Tottenham, has been some
time in his grave, and the, see of Clogher merged
in the primacy of Ireland. 'But the ignorance of
the man is quite suitable to his desire of vulgar
violence ; for, if he knows so little of the Irish sees,
what else in matters ecclesiastical is he fit to discuss ?
But what is the remedy ? Neither the ignorance
nor insolence of this man ought to be protected by
his obicurity, and he has committed a very grave
offence against the common law of the land—an
offence criminally and severely punishable—by en-
deavouring to bring into contempt those whom he
has thus, to please the priests, assailed. It is not
very many years since the law on -this point was
vindicated in the case of the Durham clergy, and
again in Ireland,'scarcely twenty years ago. These
professed slanderers should be taught quietness,

without the slightest compassion. Doubtless, if
the law did reach them, they would whine as loudly

as they now defy; but we have submitted too long

to that kind of deceit, and have overlooked too

long the amount of mischief that may be done

amongst an illiterate people by a person even so

ignorant and besotted as the editor of the Tablet.

In 1833, all Popish Ireland hailed as a triumph the

fact that Mr. O'Connell had " got off" from a

crown prosecution, though before their eyes be had

pleaded guilty, and so compromised to avoid being

sentenced. In such a country, then, punishment

is the best remedy; and most effectually has the

Tablet placed itself within the grasp, not alone .of

the Ecclesiastical Titles' Bill, but of the criminal

law of the land

FRUITS OF FREE TRADE.-FAILURE OF
THE HUMAN MACHINERY.

A WONDERFUL conversion has reached the econo-
mists—the grinders of statistics, and the classifiers
of the human animal. It will not give any of us
much trouble to recollect how lately they thought
a torrent of emigration quite a blessing, though
the emigrants were the only class who had a far-
thing left, and those who staid behind were fit only
for the workhouse and the hospital. Indeed, the
" feelosopher" of the Spectator did not hesitate
about the matter, but informed us that the two
millions of Irish who had fallen in the famine were
happily removed, and that Political Economy could
desire nothing better. It would seem from this,
by the way, that that noble science, which pro-
fesses to regulate the happiness of mankind, must
do so rather strangely, if it is glad of the removal
of the subjects of its operations. But is' importe.
The Times and the economists are beginning to
discover that it is just possible to arrive at a want
of human labour ; that though the science of the
story of Frankenstein may read well in a romance,
it is not in the usual policy of the dealings of
Heaven with man. In fact, the economists are at
present in the nonplus of Fuseli the painter, when,
after i❑ vain attempting to torture the joints of a
guardsman into impossible attitudes, he exclaimed,
" Corse Nature ! she puts me out r With less of