618 Lord Mountcashel and the Church. JuNE, 



the newspapers with as little ceremony as the advertisement of an ox 

 or an ass, and of course purchased with as little, the chief recommen- 

 dation being " that the living lies in a sporting country and in the 

 neighbourhood of several packs of first-rate hounds." 



But with those abominations the establishment cannot be charged. 

 They are the result of the robbery of the church, not of her will ; and 

 the only remedy is to be looked for in the legislature. The vulgar writers 

 who declare the church revenues to be 8,000, 0001. make no distinction 

 between the revenues of the ecclesiastic and the usurped revenues of 

 the layman ; they throw the impropriate tithes into the same mass with 

 the church tithes, and where nearly twice the value is grasped by the 

 lay descendants of the minions of Henry , they fling, the whole charge 

 on the head of the clergy. 



Lord Mountcashel's motion was received with scorn, and with scorn it 

 deserved to have been received. The clergy are ill paid ; their emolu- 

 ments are below those of any other class of educated men in the empire ; 

 and the attempt either to degrade them in the public eye, or to fleece 

 them of their legitimate rights, would be one of the grossest offences 

 against law, and as the offenders might soon discover one of the most 

 formidable hazards in policy ; but, of such intentions, we acquit Lord 

 Mountcashel : he is honest, but ignorant of his subject : he has been 

 stimulated by partial disgust into general charge, and in his determina- 

 tion to punish the local evil, he has overlooked or vilified the good of a 

 great system, without which the British empire would speedily be a 

 republic, its religion a chaos of clamouring sects, and its dominion a 

 rope of sand. 



ANECDOTES OF BRAZIL. 



No. I. 



t( Sunt quibus in satira viclear nimis acer, et ultra 

 Legem tendere opus." 



LIKE the simoom of the desert, whose ruthless blast spreads terror and 

 desolation over a whole region of fertility, modern civilization has swept 

 from the surface of society all that was romantic and picturesque, with 

 some slight shades of difference. One uniform system of manners and 

 customs prevails over all the European continent ; man is in every part 

 of it the creature of the same habits, and swayed by the same opinions. 

 In Brazil, on the contrary, from causes moral as well as physical, human 

 nature has remained stationary, and retains to this day many of the in- 

 teresting features which shed so romantic a halo around the society 

 of Europe centuries ago. . 



Under the tropical climate of the Rio de Janeiro, no pale gradations 

 from saffron hue to roseat morn harbinger the approach of day ; the Del- 

 phian god bursts suddenly from the bosom of darkness, and light awakes 

 the world. At the earliest peal of the holy matin bell, the fair Bra- 

 zilian, her graceful form shrouded in the ample folds of the jealous man- 

 tilla, and accompanied by her sable attendants, is seen gliding to the 

 shrine of her patron saint to offer up her morning orisons. The coloured 

 population issue forth in crowds to pursue their daily avocations, their 

 wild and discordant cries breaking with singular effect on the ear through 

 the stillness of the morn ; the quays are filled with the rich and varied 

 productions of both hemispheres. At eight o'clock the more important 



