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Acknowledge, ye Whig-parsons all,
* A spirited allusion of the Rev.John H**ne T**ke's, to the venerable rite of Episcopal Ordination.
of Of the captivating effects of Sectarian Stentorism, we are furnished with an instance in point from the Journals of Mr. J. Wesley, as cited by a late learned Prelate, in his Doctrine of Grace, page 99. &c.
“ The next and more powerful operation was on his female friends; and these, he as fairly struck dumb.-" The whole
Aud anathématize and ban
multitude were silent, while I was speaking. * Not a whisper was heard. But the moment I had done, the chain fell off their tongues. I was really surprised. Sure never was such a cackling made on the banks of Cayster, or the Common of Sedgemoor! And to chain up the tongues of five hundred cackling gossips, he held, and with great reason, an exploit worth recording. Indeed he appears to have taken the most effectual method with them, that is, to out clamour them : for thus he measures out his own Stentoronic voice.- Observing that several sat on the side of the opposite hill, I afterwards desired one to measure the ground; and we found it was seven score
yards from the place where I had stood. Yet the people there · heard perfectly well. I did not think any human voice could have reached so far.”
Warburton on Grace. Had the late ingenious Sir John Hill been acquainted with the powers of our arch-methodist's full-mouth'd diapason, he might have spared himself the trouble of exploring the mouldy archives of the Royal Society for a recipe "How to wake a “ Norwich Weaver.”
- Omnis Turba tacet, ----verborum tanta cadat vis. Juv. Sat. vi.
Driv'n, without surplice, quoif, or bannian,
This you'll acknowledge, one and all,
* “ And now, my Patriotic friend, let me offer you my warmest and heart-felt congratulations on the IMMENSE PROSPECT of Public HAPPINESS which is opening before us : You are among the small number of those, who, in the worst of times, have never despaired of the cause of Liberty : and you are the ONLY ONE who, when the name was but a barbarism amongst us, taught the great Principles of sacred EQUALITY which we have so completely reduced to practise. I look forward, with transport and joy, to the moment when the DOCTRINES WHICH YOU HAVE PREACHED shall receive their due accomplishment; when the various parties of MinisteRIALISTS and OPPOSITIONISTs, Dissenters and CHURCHMEN, NOBLES, Priests, and Kings, shall sink into one UNDISTINGUISHED MASS OF Ruins; and nothing shall be seen or acknowledged but The People, the sacred Voice of THE PEOPLE.”
Extract of a letter from J. H. Stone, dated “ Paris, 25 Nivose, Second Year of the Republic, One and Indivisible," forwarded to John Horne Tooke, London, by the Rev. Mr. Jackson, convicted of High Treason, Dublin.
Its patent razor from your sconce—Sir, Sweeps, at one stroke, like slashing Tonsor, Beneath whose weapon hapless curate Bleeds (ah, what Rector could endure it!) And oft as Saturday recurs And sees subaltern rev'rend Sirs, Met by hebdomadary charter, Bristles retrench, and sermons barter, Read Anti-jacobin newspaper, Whiff mild tobacco's friendly vapour, And, hopeless of Vicarial port, To Cerevisian draught resort, To lubricate and wet their whistles For reading Gospels and Epistles.
And there's no hope it will be mended
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