416 Notes of the Month on Affairs im General. CAPRI, 
Mr. Martin’s proof prints would sell for fifty pounds. His majesty has 
thus much better the bargain. Why did not the old king send the artist 
a hundred pounds at once, though, to be sure, the sum put into francs, 
would be enough to frighten the “ grande nation” —2,500 francs given toa 
foreigner! Why, a Parisian would think that it was a fair advance to 
the discharge of the national debt. 
We hear an infinite quantity of fine and flourishing declamation on the 
change of mind, manners, and so forth in the papist world. Bigotry and 
superstition, fictitious miracles, and the other old abominations of a lying 
priesthood, are declared to have exploded before the touch of that civiliz- 
ing and enlightening affair—the progress of the nineteenth century. 
But how are we to suppose that there is one word of truth in all this, 
when we see Prince Hohenlohe at work at this minute, giving tongues to 
the dumb, and teeth to the jawless? This is all very well for the prince, 
whose German pocket may find a very comfortable revenue in this stu- 
pidity of his fellow papists. But what are we to think of the people who 
believe that the German can do these things? Yet there are such 
people ; and not merely among the morasses of the German mind—nor 
merely among the mob of Irish popery—but among the men who pre- 
tend to be fit to govern England, and who, unless Providence interposes 
to crush as dangerous a faction as ever threatened the safety of a people, 
will be the governors of England. It is the most notorious fact imagi- 
nable, that one of these predestined legislators—a rank papist, of course 
—who thinks himself measurelessly aggrieved at not having been allowed, 
for these last dozen years, to be a maker of laws for men of sense, a 
master over the Protestant religion, and a ruler of the revenues, rights, 
and liberties of the British people, is at this hour soliciting a MIRACLE 
at the hands of Prince Hohenlohe. And the miracle is—to give him an 
heir! We shall not suffer ourselves to repeat the burlesques to which 
this extraordinary request has so naturally given rise among the English 
at Rome, where this patriot continues to spend his income, and increase 
his claims to the gratitude of that miserable tenantry whom “he loves in 
his soul,” and whom, however, it does not appear that he is inclined to 
favour with the light of his countenance, or with a sixpence of his 
income, which they would doubtless consider the much more valuable 
favour of the two. 
The story is this :—The noble earl has a pretty wife, who has hitherto 
brought him but daughters. The noble earl, to whom his estate and 
title were but a windfall after all, he being only a collateral branch, is in 
agony at the idea that any body else may be as lucky as himself, and 
have a windfall of the estate and title after him—the next heir, too, being 
Protestant. Not content with the natural course of affairs in his family, 
or the will of Providence, or any other of those sources which may be 
supposed to regulate the sex or number of a man’s children, he takes, — 
like a true papist, the help of the miracle-monger, and demands an heir of — 
a German quack—as thorough a mountebank as Breslaw or Katterfelto. 
And this is to be called piety, or common-sense, or manly feeling! Let — 
the papists call it what they will, we hope in Heaven that we shall never _ 
be at the mercy of the minds that are capable of this nonsense ; for of all 
tyrants, the most formidable is the compound of the bigot and the — 
slave. ; 
