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the priests, and furnishes, as we opine, an excuse for their desperate 

 and inhuman barbarities — shall we add — murders ? 



It is more than probable, we shall be accused, by the hirelings of the 

 hired Press, of having " imposed" our sentiments in the shape of a text 

 review upon our subscribers. We do hope, however, that they, one and 

 all, will be alive to the real state of the case, — perfectly cognizant of 

 what we desiderate. Let them remember the " language" employed by 

 the Roman poet, and say whether or not it has no been acted upon by 

 every succeeding generation — 



" Nulhis amor populis, nee fcetlera santo, 



Exoriare aliquis iioslris ex ossibus ulior 

 Qai face Dardaiiios fenoque sequare colonos. 

 Nunc, olim, quocuiiqiie dabimt se tempore vires. 

 Liltora httoribus contraria, fluciibus uandas, 

 Imprecor, arma armis : pugent ipsique nepotes.'' 



For our own parts, we are as indifferent to the abuse and moral depravity 

 of these gin-drinking brnvos, who stab every man of downright honesty 

 and plain sense in the dark, to gratify some base and disgusting 

 desire — as we are anxious to deserve the unbought and wholesome eulo- 

 giums of those who, by their determined firmness of character, support 

 and embellish the intellectual dignity of the heaven-directed press : — 



" That wliich most likens us unto the gods, 

 Is to be cauiious and to speak tlie " truth" — 

 This is the blessing I bequeath you, friend ! 

 The blessing of good precepts jou may hoard, 

 For after-guidance through the maze of life. 

 What are we ? what is man ? is he not formed 

 A being — not ignoble, nor confin'd, 

 As to a congregation of his kind, 

 To he spectator of the wondrous whole : 

 And, in the mighty amphitheatre, 

 To agonize, ambitious for renown ? 

 Nature, unto this end implants in us 

 Invincible desires of what is great, 

 And nearest to the essence of the gods. 

 Not the whole world, and all that are therein. 

 Can fill the inquisitive, capacious mind 

 Of man, that overleaps the bounds of space, 

 And claims its kindred with eternal good, 

 The beautiful and the magnificent, 

 Proclaiming we are born for things above." 



Touching Rome herself, not one word need be set down — not a line 

 need be written. Of what she has been guilty, her abominable and 

 damnatory crimes — l.er unholy and unhallowed intercourses — her count- 

 less abominations, may not be spoken of, except to amplify her eternal 

 infamy, and seal the last signet of her ungodly desolation and impious 

 ruins ; and that our children, and our children's children, should be made 

 to understand rightly all those things pertaining to her fanatical and 

 blood-spilling history — 



" Whpnce, unaccustomed drops ! 



Whence come ye o'er the fiinmess of my soul '" 



