The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1851-11-11 00:00:00

let Pity weep

For such a Being, ny
Fell must the heart, and foul the conscience
By such a process ! Ener
His faculties became, who
And hour by hour, in Btu,
Woman and Hell before him must m,.
For questions, and for trial! Not for worlds
With all their glory, ought man to command
So foul a scrutiny, which scans and sees

ssion trai

ate, as vile,
day by day,

1 study, tholig

;ht, in seem

, ,
What yon confessor, through a loathsome skill
Must probe, and punish.—Hark 'mid choking sobs
And big slow tears, that with a burning trace
Scald the fair cheeks they moisten, or with sighs
Heavy as deep, by agony inton'd,
The Bride, the Mother, or a Sister kneels
Before her priest-god. Heart, and home, and love,
Secrets of th3uzht, and starts of young Desire,
Each throb of Passion, throe of feeling wild,
With warm emotion, in the blood or brain
Excited,—all must sternly be exposed
In language, by demanding Speech unveil'd
Ay, word by word, before that priestly ear
Be all paraded! When that fiendish work is done
This immolation of the soul complete
And actual, maid and mother, wife and child
In purity
The Woman clic
Her heart is corp:
Most apse
Transphi
For eve

if sex exi

when modesty is dead ;
le-like ; and the Priesthood reigns

.
,—a soul within a soul
ted, ruling there with master-spell
He in her becomes an all 1"

The introduction to the portrait of the great Jesuit foun-
der. Ignatius Loyola, is very fine. We must make room

for a scrap

" IGNATIUS

"But, did we crave a specimen, and type
Embodied, how a single mind can move
Backward, or forward, churches, thrones, and creeds,
How, on the motion of one mighty will,
Hist'ry depends, and earth and hell are sway'd,—
Turn we to him, in whom did blend and burn
Passion and principle, which make a Soul,
Though single, like a miracle to act
On men and empires. Turn we unto thee,
IGNATI US ! with that rich Castilian blood
Rolling within thy veins its noble tide
Ancestral,--dreaming, daring, all on fire
With mad devotion, from whose wondrous spell

The elori

of the Reforms
Never to a Cau

n's power

Receded

A devotee, more pass

e was chained
ly rais'd
human zeal

To heights enrnpi o
Than was that flaming Heart, when first it felt
How Law, and Gospel, Heaven, and Earth and Hell,
Sin, grace and time, eternity and truth,
Down that abysmal thought, THE CHURCH OF ROME,—
Should be engulf'd! And thus, to thee, that church
A Christ impersonal on earth became
A dread abstraction,—thine almighty all ! ! "
We heartily commend this poem to the lovers of true
poetry, and especially to those who wish to see the highest
intellectual faculties of man devoted to the loftiest and
holiest purposes—the dissemination of truth, and the il-
lustrating of divine subjects.

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine. Blackwood & Sons,
Old Christopher keeps up a raking fire upon the Free-
traders, and gives it to them right and left this month. rough, cross
the
of wood, about the thickness of laths,
He demolishes one by one all their strongholds, and lays areue
lashed rotheertwaibslee,utopsestte.adanydthiet plates and dishes,
their boasted fortifications in ashes: If we did not firmly which wouci7:l°
plantereo enyhappens, when the sea runs high, you get a°
believe that they were an irreclaimably destructive and
Pity them, they scald-
ingw soupot thrownl over you, or a hot fowl or duck fetches
mischievous class of politicians, we might
poatirsetcnali2;iins floor.
ost. the After dinner, the officer of the
are so fallen, and all their brilliant prophecies and antici- waTchnrepassengers remain below to
pations have become so completely falsified. _Blackwood, converse, or go on deck,p
as the humour takes them : tea
is served at six ; the evening generally concludes with a
in a review of the present condition of the country, and rubber at whist, social converse, accompanied by a glass
of the rospects before it, which be entitles " Autumn o
Politics,' lays bare the evils which depress every native th:roog in
a cigar ; at ten all lights are put out, except
to
torn
ner a binnacle ; then those who feel no inclination
nreemain on deck, and chat with those who hap-
industry, and are depopulating the British Islands at a
pen to
most alarming rate, and tracps their origin to iti proper
be ar..—Bentlep's lifificellan
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