The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1842-04-08 00:00:00

ANTI-MONOPOLY TEA & CAKE GATHERING

Last night the members of the Anti-Monopoly Association
had a tea party at the Music-hall, in Bold-street, for the pur-
pose of being enlightened upon the effect of the corn-laws and
other laws, and for some other purpose which at this moment
we are unable to explain. The room was—we cannot say
tastefully—decorated with flags, bearing the usual anti-mo-
nopoly mottoes, the most conspicuous of which was in front
of the platform—" The corn-laws are opposed to the laws of
God and the happiness of man." The meeting was fixed for
six o'clock, at which hour, however, the muster was very
thin, and consisted principally of members of that emi-
nently liberal society who delight in free trade, buttonless
coats, and mouse-coloured bonnets, looking unutterable
things at the piles of cake and the empty tea-cups. By
seven o'clock, however, the drab was tolerably sprinkled
with more lively colours ; and when the tea equipages came
upon the table and the work of destruction commenced, we
feel bound to admit that a fairer and more orderly assemblage
never met to demolish sweet cake and buttered biscuits.
The latter, we may remark, (and we paid some attention to
them) it would be a misnomer to denominate " buttered."
They had been smeared with something of a greasy nature,
no doubt ; and we half suspect that in their composition was
the identical " spoilt grease" imported as lard by a friend
of our Bolton " friend "—Henry Ashworth.

Mr. Laurence Heyworth was chairman on the occasion;
and amongst the distingnished people upon the platform we
noticed Mr. J. Finch, of the Hall of Science, Mr. J. Brooks,
of Manchester, Colonel Thompson, Mr. C. Holland, &c. In
front of the chairman, girt round with gold bands, was the me-
morial of the ladies of Liverpool to the Queen, signed by
63,140 names ! ! After the usual quantity of material of all
kinds—liquid and solid—had been despatched, the King
of the Teetotallers" rose and delivered himself, in his usual
style, of a sermon noon the corn laws, the landlords, the
sugar duties, free trade, and things in general. We shall not
weary our readers by reporting the mawkish and miserable
rubbish in question, as we have no doubt the illustrious in-
dividual would be happy to give a private repetition
of it to any gentleman or lady who may have a curiosity
to see to what a deplorably wishy-washy state the con-
stant drenching of a man's stomach with weak gruel and
green tea, and the constant perusal of temperance tracts and
anti-monopoly pamphlets will reduce an intellect which, in
its best state, was never fitted for any more arduous occu-
pation than to " chronicle small beer."
Mr. Lawrence Hey worth was followed by Col. Thomson,
in a speech which we regret that we have not space to report
fully, and we will not mar it by curtailment. The gallant
colonel, despite his violent radicalism, is decidedly the most
talented man of the anti-corn-law party. We can readily
and honestly afford to say thus much in his behalf. And yet,
whilst we admit his talent, we are not blind to the fallacious
grounds upon which the superstructure of his arguments
against the corn laws are founded ; and shall probably, on a
future occasion, return to an examination of his display of
yesterday. Pass we therefore the gallant colonel for the
present, and next—
But how shall we describe thee—most inimitable of orators,
most rare of grimacers, most profound of financiers, philo-
sophers, calico-printers, and pirates—John Brooks ? A
diamond in the rough art thou—a Cicero—a Socrates—a
Liston ;—but language cannot describe thee, and thy speech
the pen of a short-hand writer cannot report. How could
it, when the face speaks so much more than the tongue can
utter, and when the breeches pocket speaks more than face
and tongue combined ? We can neither describe nor report,
then, this cotton phenomenon ; but we can offer him, most
respectfully, a word of advice. " All the world's a stage,"
says Shakspeare; and he knew the world and the actors in it.
" All the world's a cotton factory," is the opinion, however,
of John Brooks. " Motley's your only wear," was the
opinion of Shakspeare's melancholy Jacques ; " calico,"
cries the honourable member for High-street—we beg his par-
don,—the ex-mayor of Manchester. Do—do—good kind gen-
tleman, when you next adventure to enlighten the people of this
benighted village—when you bring down upon:us the profundity
' of your own great city—leave thecounting-housebehind you.
Leave at home " the shop"—the print works—Cobden—the
league ; and remember that although we have not here, in
our reverence for the pocket, laid aside the old bigotted no-
tions of toryism or whiggery—(few, by the bye, of that creed
will you find just now amongst us)—we have :not as yet
debased ourselves to the level of Chartism, and made com-
mon cause with the rabble of the streets as has your mill-
ocracy, Mr. John Brooks.
Upon one subject—the concluding one in your multi-
farious speech—the subject of wages—and your notice of a
rev. gentleman, who has, it seems spoken out too plainlyjfor
your peace, we may perhaps have a word with you anon ;
and we may at the same time have a word with your. Guardian
upon the same subject. Meantime farewell—
" And when you next do ride abroad,
May we be there to see !"

The next gentleman introduced to the meeting was Mr.
Charles Holland, who said many wise things, no doubt, which
those wbo like to peruse that gentleman's vapid mouthings
will, we dare say, meet with in thecolumns of whichever of our
contemporaries may think them worthy of the trouble of re-
porting.—Mr. Rawling followed Mr. Holland, and the meet-
ing broke up, previous to which, however, the National An-
them was sung, the solo parts by' a female singer from Mr.
Aiken's chapel, Mr. Russell presiding at the organ.

DEPOSITION OF A MINISTER OF THE SCOTCH CHURCH.
—At the meeting of the Edinburgh Presbytery, last Wednes-
day, the clerk, Dr. Gilchrist, read a letter from Mr. Hay,
of the Dean Church, addressed to the Moderator, making
the acknowledgement that he had been guilty of the sin of.
fornication. He was aware of the consequences of this ad-
mission; but he felt still more deeply than these the scandal
he had been the means of bringing upon the name of religion.
He trusted that God had given him grace to repent of his sin,
and he threw himself upon the Presbytery. This gave rise
to a very affecting scene. The letter was read by the clerk
in a solemn and almost inaudible voice, and was followed by
a dead silence in the Presbytery for some minutes. Mr.
Balfour then rose, and though every sound but that of his
own voice was hushed, we could only bear an indistinct
sentence, intimating that from all he had seen, and from
what he had heard, he believed Mr. Hay to be deeply peni-
tent—nevertheless, the Presbytery had no alternative but
to proceed, in accordance with the rules of the Church, to
depose him from the office of the holy ministry. A silence
of a still longer interval ensued, broke only by the occasional
whisper of one member to another. After the lapse of
of several minutes, the Moderator (Mr. Bennie) addressed
the Presbytery—" Fathers and brethern, is it your pleasure
to proceed with this bitterly painful case or to delay it? "
No one spoke ; and, after a pause, he added, " If we must
proceed, it is usual in such a case to begin with devotionel
exercises ;and I have to request our Rev. Father, Dr, Brunton
to engage in prayer." Dr. Brunton offered up a fervent
and impreasiveprayer, after which the Moderator:pronounced
the solemn sentence of deposition.—Witneet.

NOTHER FATAL BOILER EXPLOSION.-TWO
MEN KILLED.

(Rom our own Correspondent.)
MANCHESTER, THURSDAY.--The village of Pendleton,
near this place, has been the scene of another distressing
fatality, occasioned by the bursting of a steam-boiler. The
accident occurred on the premises of Messrs. Gisborne and
Wilson, calico printers, Whit-lane, Pendleton. It appears
that three boilers are err ployed on the premises, two of which
are worked together, and one separately : the latter one is
the one in which the accident occurred. The engineer hav-
ing, on Saturday, discovered a small leakage in the bottom
of the boiler, it was emptied, and two smiths were employed
to repair it on Sunday. A crack about ten inches long was
visible, which they repaired by putting on what is called a
welt. This being supposed to he sufficient, the boiler
was set to work as usual, about four o'clock on Monday
morning ; it continued at work till about nine, when sud-
denly a rent of between four and five feet in length took
place at the line of rivets along the lower margin, and
the steam and hot water rushed through with such violence
that all the brick-work in front of the boiler was completely
torn away. There were fortunately only three persons in the
boiler-house at this time, Daniel Canraven, the fireman,
and John Diggles and Samuel Hulme, who were employed as
hangers-on of pieces in the drying-store. They were literally
covered with bricks and mortar, and were scalded from head
to foot. The utmost attention was immediately paid to them,
and they were conveyed to the Manchester Infirmary. Can-
raven, the fireman, died the same evening : he is 52 years of
age, and has left a wife and seven children. Samuel Hulme
died the same evening : he is a single man, 19 years of age.
Diggles still lingers in a precarious state : his age is IS. The
plates of the boiler where the rent was made were about
three-eighths of an inch thick, and seemed perfectly sound.
A rent about ten inches long was also made in the centre bot-
tom plate of the boiler. The rest of the premises received
no damage.
INQUEST ON THE SUFFERERS.

Yesterday, W. S. Rutter, Esq., the coroner, held an in-
quest on view of the bodies of Canravan and Huh:tie, when,
after rather a lengthened investigation, the jury returned a
verdict of accidental death.