name is he hailed by the brethren of the Lodge; he performs the duty of his parish regularly every morning of Sunday, and is regularly drunk every evening: he swears like any military blackguard, and fines and confines like any Judge Jefferies. He has a wife and three bastards in his house, for he keeps his housekeeper to breed children, and his spouse to do the dirty work of his mansion, Yet for an Orangeman he is accounted moral, and, considering that he is nearly related by blood to the Londondery and Bangor families, who are both afflicted with hereditary insanity he is tolerably quiet. As Sam Foote wittily said, when he shammed mad, to get the butcher's wife out of the coach, 'I never bite but in dog-days,' so it may be said of Master Barney; but then he is for ever snarling at all around him, and is a perfect dog in a manger; he believes that every Catholic will be damned, and ought to be murdered, and that George the Fourth is a God upon earth, and greater than God's vice-gerent, the Pope. He rides on a Sunday morning to church in full regimentals, of whom it might then be said, "And he was clothed in a vesture dipped in blood, and his name is called the word of God." Rev. chap. 19. v. 13. He reviews his corps of Yeomanry in the church-yard, and then, followed by them all, rushes into church, where he preaches with an orange cockade pinned to the right sleeve of his surplice. In the afternoon he gets drunk at the Lodge, and his hellish crew keep the neighbourhood in a state of alarm all night; but no Catholic dare complain, or Master Barney would lay him by the heels in a minute.

Would to God I could say anything whatever in his favor, but he has put it out of my power; his wife is never seen, and he is too often seen; he sallies forth to the fairs in battle array, and half drunk- His eyes are as a flame of fire; on his head are many crowns, and he has a name written no man knows but himself.' Rev. chap. 19. He is a basilisk, destroying peace by the lightning of his eyes, and injuring the church and king by his intemperate conduct. What are to be done with such fellows? 'A bridle for the horse, a whip for the ass, and a rod for the fool's back, > said Solomon. A little of all of these would do this Orange Parson great good, and benefit all the country round, who really dread him as a pillar of fire, sent to consume in wrath, and not to serve as a guide to the land of promise and peace.

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Do these idle revellers, when drest up in their lodges like buffoons, imagine that the established religion would be extinguished if not for their support. The Protestant religion has stood the test of ages; it cannot be shook by the attacks of infidel blasphemy; its mildness and purity form the rock on which it stands: it is shielded by reason, and supported by truth. How insolent, how daring, how presumptuous, how arrogant must any set of men be, who imagine they are almost the sole support of our religion, while parading the public streets like a set of mountebanks with discordant music, flags flying, and obstreperous noise. Master Barney is one of these, and we sincerely pray, from such bad company, Lord deliver us.'

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INFAMOUS CONDUCT TO A POOR SHOEMAKER,

Of No. 5, Richmond Street, Soho, by the Parish Officers of

St. Ann's.

The case of this poor man's child's coffin being torn from the burial place to make fire-wood, will be fresh in the recollection of our readers. Since our exposure of this horrid transaction, so disgraceful to all connected with St Ann's church-yard, the poor man has been assailed in the streets with repeated abuse from the constables and others connected with the vestry. He has a very large family, and the other day, when bread was to be distributed, he attended to receive some, and got shamefully abused in the vestry-room by the Overseers, Chuchwardens, and others in conclave assembled. They said he had brought the parish into disgrace and ordered him to be turned out of the room, telling him he deserved two months in the Penitentiary; he very properly gave them as good as they sent. What a set of fellows, impudent and shameless, must these parish janissaries be! A man is accounted by them infamous because he does not patiently submit to the violation of his infant's tomb, but expresses his manly indignation. The parish officers have only brought disgrace upon themselves; let them tell us why the under sexton was not dismissed, as they

promised the magistrate should be done; and why this poor man's family are to be deprived of parish relief, because their little brother was disturbed in the grave. Shame on such proceedings ! we are sure all who read this will patronise in his humble profession, the honest poor man who is the object of their vengeance, and whose address stands at the head of this article.

THE REV. PARSON CURTIS,

Brother to Sir Billy Blubber, Rector of St. Martin's Birmingham and Sollyhall, a Politician, Fox-hunter, Gormandizer, and Robber of the Poor.

Am I therefore become your enemy, because I tell you the truth?

GAL. chap. 4, v 15.

This notable pluralist, and brother to him who has made an immense fortuue by the sale of unleavened bread, commonly called ship biscuit, partakes all the bad qualities, and none of the virtues of the greasy Baronet; he has none of his liberality or hospitality, nor of his candor. Sir William is known in the place where he made his fortune; but the parson who derives his from Birmingham, seldom visits it, except to distress for his tithes, of which he is more greedy than Judas Iscariot was of the bag. He attends all the political meetings at Birmingham, but seldom is seen where two or three are gathered together in the Lord's name, and is almost a stranger to his pulpit. The poor people of Birmingham are partial to small gardens; they are locked up all day, and glad to recreate in the evening or morning, in cultivating a little spot to yield them vegetables and healthy amusement. This came to the knowledge of Parson Curtis, and he employed a tithe proctor to value them, and extorted from them as tithe, the sum of three and sixpence, and upwards, according to their size; many of them

could not afford to pay, and are now without a small bit of ground, and go wanting vegetables, to satisfy the rapacity of one man, who devours more at one meal than a labourer does in the course of a week.

If Parson Curtis did any duty in return for this oppression he might have some feeble excuse for his greedy avarice, but he does none; his time is devoted to fox-hunting, politics, eating and drinking, he is a glutton and a wine-bibber, already overgorged with the fat of the land, yet seizing the last penny from those who toil by the sweat of their brow, and cannot gain a meal per day for a poor wife and a helpless family.

We feel it a duty to expose this atrocious conduct; from him to whom little had been given he took all, and from himself, to whom much is given, nothing is received; but a man so greedy of temporal wealth is incapable of feeling for the spiritual welfare of his flock he is not to them a shepherd, but a wolf, that not only preys upon them himself, but leaves them a prey to others-a prey to hunger and poverty; but the lord shall judge him, because he scorned the prayer of the poor and needy, who die that he may live; in the life to come he will have his reward, but we fear not in Abraham's bosom, to which he has a claim.

THE HYPOCRISY, FOLLIES, AND IMPOSITIONS OF THE

REV. WILLIAM HUNTINGTON, S. S.

Minister of the Gospel at Providence Chapel, Gray's-Inn-lane.

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His name got up, and he being more in request among the flock, he found the want of a horse, then wished, and at last, prayed for one; before the day of prayer was ended, one was presented him, which had been purchased by subscription.

'I told God (said he) that I had more work for my faith now than heretofore; for the horse would cost half as much to keep him as my whole family: I pleaded before God, and he answered it, so that I lived, and cleared my way just as well when I had a horse to keep as I did before.

Having now had my horse for some time, and riding a great deal every week, I soon wore my breeches out, as they were not fit to ride in. I hope the reader will excuse my mentioning the word breeches, which I should have avoided, had not this passage of scripture obtruded into my mind just as I had resolved not to mention this kind of providence of God: 'And thou shalt make them linen breeches to cover their nakedness; from the loins even unto the thighs shall they reach. And they shall be upon Aaron, and upon his sons when they come into the tabernacle of the congregation, or when they come unto the altar to minister in the holy place; that they bear not iniquity and die. It shall be a statute for ever unto him and his seed after him.'- Exodus, chap. 28, ver. 42 and 43. By which, and three others, viz. Ezekiel, chap. 44, ver. 18; Leviticus, chap. 6, ver. 10; and Leviticus, chap. 16, ver. 4, I saw that it was no crime to mention the word breeches, nor the way in which God sent them to me. Aaron and his sons were clothed entirely by Providence; and as God himself condescended to give orders what they should be made of, and how they should be cut; and I believe the same God ordered mine, as I trust it will appear in the following history.

The scripture tells us to call no man master, for one is our master, even Christ! I therefore told my most bountiful and everadored Master what I wanted; he who stripped Adam and Eve of their fig-leaved aprons, and made coats of skins and clothed them; and who clothes the grass of the field, which to-day is, and tomorrow is cast into the oven, must clothe us, or we should soon go naked. And so Israel found it when God took away his wool and his flax which he gave to cover their nakedness, and which they prepared for Baal; for which iniquity was their skirts discovered and their heels made bare. Jeremiah, chap. 13, ver. 22.

I often made very free, in my prayers, with my invaluable master for this favour, but he still kept me so amazingly poor,