The Sun. — 1840-09-10 (London, England)

THREE TEARS ENDING 1836. Income £1,020 16 11 Expenditure 958 7 34 Number of patients 6.309 Nnmbcr of visits THREE SEARS ENDING 1839 Income £772 13 4 Expenditure 9BB 14 5 Number of patients 7,984 Number of visits The CHAIRMAN said he hoped that all would exert ,benaselves to the utmost to procure the institution a good anniversary, as on that they mainly relied. The meeting then broke up.  We do not quite understand the cry—" Put a spoon in his mouth." The spoon is seldom out of the mouth of those ghostly gourmands of whose fraternity Mr. Yeates is so egregious a member. Their spoons, too, are generally gold spoons, as the reviled Papists know to their dear cost. The " Moloch of Popery," quoth Parson Yeates. Pray is not Moloch as good a god as Mammon ? What does his Reverence mean by sneering at Moloeh ?  Enter now the Presbyterian minister, Johnston, the respondent in the case. He hits his antagonist unmercifully, and draws a frightfully vivid picture of the atrocious system of warfare acted on by the Orange parsons against the National Board. " The Rev. Mr. Johnston rose to defend himself from this temperate attack made upon him and his congregation, because they wished to put their schools in connection with the National Board. Mr. Johnston said—Mr. Chairman, I wish it to be understood that I will not cede to any man, much less to Yeates, in cordial hatred to Popery and all her abominations. I consider that the tenets of Popery are erroneous, and damnable, and idolatrous. (Cheers, and cries of 'No Pope.') I preached against purgatory—(Cries of No purgatory' —and I brought Godkin here, and if the poor, benighted Papists were not illuminated, it was not my fault,— (Cries of No, no') What are you doing, then, Yeates ? But you can get up a faction to disturb my plans as patron of this school a 'action that would kill and murder any poor Catholic they ►night meet, when they rush in the state of drunkenness fr;ni the public•houses kept by sonic of the men whom you have brought here to-night.—(Loud cries of 4 Drag him down.' Here a rush was made to put out the lights, whieh was prevented.) I say I hate Popery, but do not hate Papists. But Yeates would cram the Bible down their throats, as lie would put the Thirty-nine Articles down the throats of Presbyterians.—(Great confusion.) How would you like to have the Popish missal crammed down your throat, if you were in unfortunate Spain ? And why think of cramming down .the Bible into other people's throats ? [Rev. Mr. Yeates asked what harm could the Word of God do I say it would choke a man as well as any other book, if it were crammed down his throat against his will. Mr. )(cotes appears to be very sqeamish about the Popish money of a Popish board, with a Popish Archbishop at its head. I never heard of hin►, or one of his very orthodox brethren, expressing their abhorrence of Popish money, when it came in the way of tithes."  We see by this that rectors can "get up factions," when they choose, as well as Rockites ; and how does Mr. Johnston, who knows them so well, describe the factions so got up, and in particular that led by Parson Yeates upon the occasion in question ? " A faction that would kill and murder any poor Catholic they might meet, when they rush in a state of drunkenness from the public-houses kept by some of the men whom you have brought here to-night." Compare the worst crimes of Tipperary with the enormities here stated upon excellent authority, as having been familiarly practised by clergymen of the Established Church in Ireland. They hold, however, that the end sanctifies the means—that is to say, drunkenness and homicide are justifiable, when the object aimed at is to defeat so villainous an enterprise as the attempt to educate the people. Several of Mr. Johnston's hits are admirable. He points out in the happiest manner the use which the parsons make of their Bibles and Prayer-books, employing the former to choke the Catholics, and the latter to choke the Presbyterians. The sarcasm, too, on the hatred of " Popish money," proclaimed by the parson, is in the best style of repartee.—Morning Chronicle.