LETTER VI. FROM MISS BIDDY FUDGE, TO MRS. ELIZABETH How I grieve you're not with us!-pray, come, if you can, Ere we're robb'd of this dear, oratorical man, Who combines in himself all the multiple glory Of Orangeman, Saint, quondam Papist and Tory ;— (Choice mixture! like that from which, duly confounded, The best sort of brass was, in old times, compounded) The sly and the saintly, the worldly and godly, As can't but do good to the Protestant cause. Poor dear Irish Church!-he to-day sketch'd a view Of her hist'ry and prospects, to me at least new, use, People still will their facts and dry figures produce, And granting such accident, think, what a shame, came ! It is clear that, without such a staff on full pay, cost, Precious souls are meanwhile to the' Establishment IX. lost! Ꮓ ? In vain do we put the case sensibly thus ;- But, though clear to our minds all these arguments be, It was therefore, dear Lizzy, with joy most sincere, here, Produce, from the depths of his knowledge and reading, A view of that marvellous Church, far exceeding, In novelty, force, and profoundness of thought, All that Irving himself, in his glory, e'er taught. Looking through the whole history, present and past, Of the Irish Law Church, from the first to the last ; Considering how strange its original birth Such a thing having never before been on earthHow oppos'd to the instinct, the law, and the force Of nature and reason has been its whole course; Through centuries encount'ring repugnance, resist ance, Scorn, hate, execration—yet still in existence! Is that Nature exempts this one Church from her laws That Reason, dumb-founder'd, gives up the dispute, And before the portentous anom❜ly stands mute;That, in short, 'tis a Miracle!—and, once begun, And transmitted through ages, from father to son, For the honour of miracles, ought to go on. Never yet was conclusion so cogent and sound, Or so fitted the Church's weak foes to confound. For, observe, the more low all her merits they place, To disturb such a prodigy's marvellous reign. As for scriptural proofs, he quite plac'd beyond doubt That the whole in the Apocalypse may be found out, As clear and well-prov'd, he would venture to swear, As any thing else has been ever found there:While the mode in which, bless the dear fellow, he deals With that whole lot of vials and trumpets and seals, And the ease with which vial on vial he strings, Shows him quite a first-rate at all these sort of things. So much for theology :—as for the' affairs cares And gay toils of the toilet, which, God knows, I seek, From no love of such things, but in humbleness meek, And to be, as the' Apostle was, "weak with the weak,” |