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and blackguard calumny, rushing down with the torrent of invective, and 

 fangcd with the venom of ' all maliciousnes.' I have seen men struggling 

 and wrestling together on the subject, until their unhallowed wrath on this 

 hallowed ground has culminated to such a pitch, that they kicked and bit at 

 one another, in the desperateness of their rage." God bless us ! what a deal 

 you have seen ! How old are you ? Oh ! aye, we recollect, you state that 

 when you published your pamphlet on Slavery, two years ago, you were only 

 seventeen. You are, therefore, no less than nineteen years of age ! Astonish- 

 ing! why you must have been breeched about 1818. What a political 

 Roscius! While other boys are ignobly wasting their time in scholastic studies. 

 you, beardless, adventure forth most 'chivalrously to tell men what they ought 

 to think, on such light and amusing articles as Ireland, National Education, 

 Pauper Establishments, Slavery, Colonial Policy, East India Company, 

 Banking and Currency, Corn Laws, Free Trade, Taxation and Finance, The 

 Press, Public Charities, Law Reforms. A Daniel, a very Daniel, and come 

 to judgment! 



At p. 77, will be found the following passage which, we are free to confess, 

 is the very reverse of boyish, tumacious, or insulting to the public : on the 

 contrary, it is manly, level, and gentlemanlyin the highest possible degree : 



"As for the bulk of mankind, they are but a vast stonyheap of flinty prejudices, 

 selfish party feelings, and personal biases and enmities they wag and rattle 

 their long noisy tongues, they know not for what ; things are they must I 

 call them men ? who, to wring a smile of favour from some piece of gilded 

 brocade, or to scratch their itching passion for fame against the rubbing-post 

 of popular applause, would not care if they blasted the very Rock of human 

 happiness." Deucalion had the faculty of transforming stones into men : 

 Mr. Holworthy's endowments enable him to counteract Deucalion's 

 " devilries :" like the gorgon's head, his potential pen turns men into stones. 

 He transforms the human race into a stony heap of what ? Why, naturally, 

 of flinty prejudices, party feelings and personal biases ; then by an amazing 

 exercise of magical power, our political Mr. Bayes bids the dead men rise, 

 he re-animates the stony heap of flinty prejudices &c. and makes them " wag 

 and rattle their long noisy tongues" and scratch what? their pcssions, against 

 what? popular applause ! Prejudice scratching a passion against popular 

 applause ! 



At p. 80, the gentleman says, " But to speak less metaphorically" and 

 at p. 82, we are indulged w T ith what follows : " Now when this barrier of 

 religious prejudices first gave way, it was followed by so prodigious a revul- 

 sion, that the mind, in its impetuous eagerness to tear off its manacles and 

 gyves, sorely lacerated its own flesh, and wrenched and sprained almost 

 every joint and sinew in its moral frame. This natural antipathy has been 

 exasperated to an incalculable degree, and the kindred feelings of ridicule and 

 contempt have been provoked to join in the assault, by the multiplied variety 

 of adventitious perversities, which have clung round the heaven -built fabric 

 of the Christian religion, and dragged it to the vile earth." In this tumacious 

 piece of absurdity we have the phenomenon of the prodigious revulsion of a 

 barrier, in consequence of which the mind lacerates its flesh, wrenches its 

 joints and sprains its sinews. This suicidal act of the mind we are next told 

 is an assault, aggravated by certain gentlemen denominated " perversities," 

 who, however take no immediate part in the affair, but amuse themselves 

 while mind is lacerating its flesh, &c. in clinging round the Christian religion, 

 and dragging it to earth. 



At p. 140, the author enlivens us by stating that he "will not, for the 

 present, waste more stationary in writing what nobody may be pleased to 

 read." We intreat that in compassion to himself, he will not waste sta- 



