phet's inspired misses, and therefore we might not deem it improbable that he and these prophetesses, who doubtless despise deans and chapters, might be destined to convert some of the aboriginals of the remotest parts of Africa.

It is well known that the Indians firmly believe all the baboons can speak if they will! but they think the apes are so obstinate, that they will not speak, lest they should be set to

work!

As no one yet on earth knows a syllable of the meaning of the sounds which inspiration puts into the mouths, most miraculously, of Mr. Irving's grimacing female disciples, who knows but that the sounds might be the language of those tribes whe can speak, but will not! And what an edifying colony would this be, if Mr. Irving, and his damsels, who are " not understood" in this country, on being transported to Africa, to propagate their gospel, should be instantly understood by the assembled ouran-outangs! Thus the ladies, and the GREAT PROPHET himself among them, might spend their lives edifying each other and the serious apes, Mr. Irving having the glory of being their first converter and patriarch.

Let us remember we live in the days of the march of intellect and the "revival" of the "real religion" of the old infallible Puritans, and the "new-birth" of Whitfield and Muggleton! And most devoutly is it to be hoped, when men as learned and charitable as Tiptaft and Co. are daily leaving the Church, that all those to whom its scriptural sobriety as well as the Bible itself is not hot enough, may, forsooth, join the elect party in the distant regions of Africa, instead of compromising between their curacies and consciences here, and, if preferred, disgracing the community to which they unfortunately belong! A greater monster than all the inspired dæmoniacs of the sixteenth century-who reconciled praying, persecution, and murder, is a fanatic clergyman.

Notwithstanding the follies, frenzies, and the crimes, that disgusted the nation in the seventeenth century, so exactly is the pattern followed, both in spirit and letter, that already the new Vanes and Venners are expecting the second advent, or the reign of King Jesus, in country towns!

Perhaps, after all, this great prophet might become a second St. Anthony, destined, with his ladies, to convert whole pig-sties in Ireland, preaching in "the unknown tongue" of that ill-used race, particularly as there is no longer, in that dark country, a tithe pig.*

* The following is the hymn, in "the UNKNOWN TONGUE," from the encomiastic verses, in all languages, prefixed to the Travels of the renowned Tom Coryate, of Odcombe, Somerset :

For Mr. Irving's Congregation.

Sheeloosht arfraindren conuay alefill,
Emnaught elslopen seraght emnegtill;
Ofaghth contraltight erpon emselah
Prutalt artennah semank semnelah.

EDINBURGH REVIEW AND BOWLES'S LIFE OF KEN.

To the Editor of the British Magazine.

SIR,-An admission of this in the British Magazine is requested, not so much on account of the " Life of Ken," as on account of the attack on the intolerance of English Episcopacy.

The "Life of Ken" was written in defence. Sweeping accusations had been brought against the intolerance and persecution of the Episcopal Church in the seventeenth century. In the "Life of Ken," I published faithful extracts, besides Milton's withering Curse, from printed anti-episcopal sermons, in that period when "toleration was declared to be INIQUITY established by law!" when

" Pulpit, drum ecclesiastic,
"Was beat with fist, instead of a stick;"

when the Calvinistic Puritan, from Presbyterian pulpits, preached MURDER and BLOOD!

What is the triumphant reply to such documents of ruthless intolerance in the Scotch Review? The Author is "treated" with an extract from a sermon of the pious and primitive Saunderson! What! denouncing all other creeds and sects, in the

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fury of episcopal fulminations? No! simply showing the poor good man's ultra ideas of PASSIVE OBEDIENCE.

With the same triumphant success, the great Arminius is produced, to prove what? that the great Calvin was not a most ruthless persecutor? no such thing? that Arminius called him-"an INCOMPARABLE INTERPRETER of scripture!" This, at least, is not Oxford logic! "But I am no Theologian!" Oh! if by theology is meant the dogmas of that great theologian, or any part of the spirit of that " incomparable interpreter of scripture," GOD OF MERCY keep me from being a theologian!

Some impassioned expressions, arising from innate hatred and detestation of all intolerance and religious persecution, may seem to subject me to the charge of writing intemperately. If I have done so, I retract all such expressions, only saying the warmth was occasioned by the innumerable passages which lay before me, from Puritanic and Calvinistic sermons, absolutely, as I have said, crying for blood! I equally regret, if I have done injustice to any sect or individuals, of different religious persuasions from myself. But " I am a Canon Residentiary of Salisbury!" therefore my motives in writing must be obvious! I answer in the words of Ben Jonson to Camden

"Others of thine this better could than I,
" Then for their pow'rs accept my piety."

But, if I wrote one word because I was canon, more than I should have written had I been a curate, I should be unworthy to hold a pen. Canon, or curate, my opinions have been the same, having in youth most attentively read the writers on both sides; and if in my old age, when I have given the result of those inquiries, I am a canon, without being indebted to prince, bishop, or peer, I have been a curate for nearly fifteen years without preferment at all, and I should not have veered from one sentiment I ever entertained on the subject, if I had been a curate still, literally

"Passing rich with forty pounds a year."

Now let the reader remark the further personalities in this criticism on a book?

"Lord Somers, and Lord Chatham, and Mr. Bowles, were of Trinity College, in Oxford." (Edinburgh Review.) Indeed! Did Mr. Bowles ever say a word as to a name so humble as his own being linked with names so illustrious? And this association was brought in, not merely to excite a smile, but to give Mr. Bowles his due estimation, in a Latin note!*

The names of Lords Somers and Chatham were appealed to by me in answer to Lord King, who spoke of Oxford as the dry nurse only of such creatures as Sacheveral. I quoted the illustrious names of those Whigs, to whom the country was indebted, to prove that they had their education in the same high-church university, where

"Locke led reason his majestic bride-where
"A Raleigh, Hampden, and a Somers shone:"-(WARTON)

Lord Chatham and Somers being of the same college.

One word as to the style I have adopted. The Life of Ken -embracing also an account of his patron, Morley, Bishop of

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Signifying that many fools are born at Athens!!! It would have been more to the point if the Reviewer had quoted old Tom Warton's epitaph on an illustrious character :

" Here lies W. B., and what is more rarish,

"He was born, bred, and hang'd-in St. Thomas's parish!"

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