The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1835-10-02 00:00:00

A PIEDMONTESE SERMON.

TO TIIE EDITOR OF TIM CORK CONSTITUTION.
Sin,—lf you would insert in a corner of your intelligent and
impartial p7aper the following account of a sermon preached by
a Piedmontese priest in the popish mass house in the small vil-
lage of St. Julian, about half a league from Geneva, in the ter-
, ritory of Savoy, as related by an eye witness, I think you will
find that it is much of a character with sonic of the sort of ser-
mons preached by Many of our Irish priests in the present day
- of excitement and begging. He was preaching on the torments'
of hell; and after he had reckoned up all the cauldrons, pitch-
forks, and fire-brands of that infernal place:—
"My brethren," said he, "you will, perhaps, be curious to
-know how Satan musters the demand in order to know their
numbers. First of all, Mahmnet, who is the drum-major, is
ordered to beat a call; the Jews, with the Rabbins at their
head, file off first, and as they pass along the devils run the
great iron prongs into their —; next come the Turks, who
are also pronged in the same manner as the jews; then the
protestants dragging heavy chains; the devils pour melted
lead into their mouths as a punishment of their blasphemies
. against the - sairits, and particularly St. Julian, the patron of
this church, whom you see seated there in his niche. and whom
yoitilon't. respect as you ought, for I found only six litres ten
sons. in his box! And I can tell you, that if you go on at this
rateanelted lead in hell will become a dear and scarce commo-
dity. Do you imagine that your patron, St. Julian, can put
-.Sip with such conduct as this ? If you do, I can tell you that
you will find yourselves„neatly mistaken ; for nay part, I
always take care to keep the lamp brimfull of oil, that he may
not want light. But now that the festival approaches, who will
clothe him ? Not I truly—l cannot afford it. If you don't see
to it, very sure we'll soon see him naked. Look at the
alines on his feet in tatters from looking after your cattle at
: night, and making your corn and wine to grow. Oh! what
ungrateful dogs you are thus to neglect your patron. Well
may the heretic of Geneva call you such. You buy new pet-
ticoats every other day for your wives, and it is but ask and
h eve' with them, but do you fancy that when the melted lead
is poured down your throats they will bring you a cooling glass
or lemonade without my permission? You will then see your
fully, and I am afraid repent too late of having by tour negli-
gence deserved the fate of the heretics. 'oh! great St. Julian!'
methinks I hear you say, 'why did I not give the money that
I paid for lace for my wife? Why was I such a dunce as not
to make you a present of that piece of stuff which I brought
from the (air?' Vain repentance! fruitless regrets! St. Julian
will.laugh at your misery, and be deaf to your cries—and now the only time to make him your friend. I understand that
sonie.of you complain of bad crops. We have had no wine
this year,' say you, 'and two years ago we had no corn.' I
believe it very well, hut you may expect much worse for the
future. Do you think in good earnest that St. Julian will be
such a simpleton as to ask of God to grant a favourable season
to people who let him wear a coat for three long years? You
- need not trouble yourselves about the materials fur his clothing;
give me the money, and I will purchase them myself: if you do
net, you will be treated like heretics, for whom there is no sal-
vation, and who in their birth are given over to the devil, so
that when a Calvinist or a Lutheran comes into the world, he
is registered in old nick's books as his goods and chattels."
Such, Mr. Editor, is popery in Italy; and such is its case
nearly in Ireland when niouey is to beeinacted front the people,
or a political object to be gained.—l A. M.

The Russiani arc anything but favourites with. the Turks,
who, on the contrary, whenever they can, execrate them most
, heartily. "They never," said the landlord the hotel at Bu-
jukde.re. a place hear Constantinople, "spend a penny • stingy
, close-fellow; Aho would eat a lallow candle down to the very
end, and leave not a drop for the waiter," He wished to Goa
they were at the bottom of the Black Sea, with the English
fleet anchored above them. "Then," said he, "we should see
the porter corks fly, the tables swim with grog, cigar boxos burst
their cedar sides, the cook roast al! day, and I be happy in the
general scramble."