The Miner and Workman's Advocate. — 1864-10-15 (London, England)

THE WIZARD OF THE NORTH.  " OCH, HONE !" exclaimed the otter-killer; "isn't it a murder to see the clargy making such fools of themselves now! When I was young, priests and ministers were hand in glove. It seems to me but yesterday when Father Patt Joyce—the Lord be good to him! —lint Mr. Carson a congregation." "Eh ! what, Antony ?" said the Colonel. "A congregation appears rather an extraordinary article to borrow."  The otter-killer explains the mystery thus: —" We were just as comfortable as we could be, when a carrier stops at the door with a letter, which he said was for Mr. Carson. Well, when the minister opens it, he got as pale as a sheet, and I thought he would have fainted. Father Patt crossed himself. 'Arra.h, Dick,' says he, the Lord stand between you and evil! is there anything wrong?' I'm ruined,' says he, 'for some bad member has wrote to the Bishop, and told him that I have no congregation, because you and I are so intimate, and he's coming down tomorrow with the Dane to see the state of things. Och, hone,' says he, I'm fairly ruined.' 'And is that all that's frettin' ye?' says the priest. Arrah, dear Dick'—for they called each other by their cristen names —'is this all? If it's a congregation ye want, ye shall have a dacent one to-morrow, and leave that to me; and now we'll take our drink, and not matter the Bishop a fig.' "Well, next day, sure enough down comes the Bishop, and a great retinue along with him, and there was Mr. Carson ready to receive him. I hear,' says the Bishop, mighty stately, that you have no congregation.'ln faith, your Holiness,' says Carson, you'll soon be able to tell that,' and in he walks him to the church, and there were sitting three score well-dressed men and women, and all of them as devout as if they were going to be anointed; for that blessed morning, Father Patt whipped mass over before ye had time to bless yourself, and the clanest of the flock was before the Bishop in the church, and ready for his Holiness. To see that all behaved properly, Father Patt had hardly put off the vestment, till he slipped on a cota more, and then he sat in a back sate like any other of the congregation. I was near the Bishop's reverence; he was sated in an arm-chair belonging to the priest. Come here, Mr. Carson,' says he. Some enemy of yours,' says the sweet old gentleman, wanted to injure you with me. But I am now fully satisfied.' And, turning to the Dane, 'By this book,' says he, 'I didn't see a cluner congregation this month of Sundays.'" Now, from all we hear, the Wizard of the North does not require the loan of a congregation, inasmuch as the large room in St. James's Hall is crowded every night, and claner congregations it would be very difficult to find in any place of worship or amusement in this mighty Babylon. The Wizard of the North! Well, what is a wizard? some of our country cousins may ask. A wizard is not a bishop, priest, or deacon—that's certain; ,but a wizard, according to Mr. Walker, is "originally a wise man," and "under the present orthography" (a long word, which means the right delineation of words, or the us 3 of the proper letters in spelling them, the rules or directions for which constitute one of the parts of grammar)—well, then, ". under the present orthography, a wizard is a conjuror, an enchanter, a male witch." "Dear me," some of our juveniles will say, "a male witoh ; why, ain't witches very wicked people ?" Wicked or not wicked, they were once murdered by thousands. In 1515 five