The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser. — 1838-09-07 (Liverpool, Merseyside, England)

HOOK, D.D. " Chaplain in Ordinary to her Majesty."  This letter fully corroborates what has already appeared in the columns of this paper. We do not believe any of the absurd rumours which have obtained currency in reference to Dr. Hook. There is nothing in the sermon which he delivered before the Queen that could possibly give offence to her Majesty, nor do we believe that any one about the Court would presume to dictate any proceedings against Dr. Hook— even if he had given offence to such parties. We are greatly mistaken if a sermon against the desecration of the Sabbath, of which the Court is so habitually guilty, would have given half as much pleasure as Dr. Hook's sermon on the church.  THE MURDERER MONK AND HIS APOLOGIST, "THE ALBlON."—Assuredly the Popish faction of Ireland has attained a dark and perilous ascendancy, when we find among the press of England apologists and special pleaders for every deed of blood-guiltiness and ferocity committed by its outcast and crime-stained members. Assuredly, the power and influence of the revolutionary policy of Papal Ireland has become as excessive as it is mischievous, when men can be found in this country base and criminal enough, in their party malignancy, to prostitute their profession and pervert their abilities by a dastard and execrable attempt at palliating the enormities of every ruffian of the Emerald Isle, who calls them fellows in politics and religion. And yet, revolting as this may be to zeflect upon, it was nevertheless the conduct of the writer for the Albion, in his impression of Monday last. Instead of shunning the loathsome contamination of such a monster as Garrick,—instead of shrinking from the unholy contact of affinity, in any way, with a wretch who only belongs to humanity to debase it,—instead of joining heartily and freely in the'expression of horror and indignation which should burst from the lips of any man who has one good or moral feeling at his heart,—and, above all, instead of, as the writer for an English journal, denouncing in terms of reprobation the ignorance and superstition on which ' the diabolical assassin traded ;—instead of all this, we have the advocate of the Radicals of Liverpool volun.. tarily shaking hands with a branded fellow across the channel, and, in his own proper person, becoming the gratuitous, unpaid, and thankless extenuator of as dark a crime as ever outraged the laws of God or man. There is no aggravation whatever in this. Let any one take up the broad sheet of the Albion of Monday last, and he will there see how assiduously the writer pesters himself in his singular and disgusting vocation. How diligently and laboriously he dabbles in the dirty work, and cares not how begrimed or befouled he may be by the operation, or how offensive from its impu.. rity, so he can give to his employers the filthy evidence of his having done the job. He sifts the evidence, analyses its character, comments upon its nature, and leaves no quibble or artifice which his perverted ingenuity could suggest to extenuate and gloss over, for the acceptance of his readers, the crime at which they must involuntarily shudder. What an unworthy and, at the same time, degrading office this is for any man, but least of all, for a public journalist! How inconsistent with every high and honourable function of his calling ! How criminal in himself, and how unjust to society ! Instead of being " the great detector of public imposture," to descend to the meanness and malice of being its factious advocate— instead of vindicating the obligations of the moral and statute law, to deteriorate from the force of both by