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proposed to the Roman Catholics: as it is worded in a manner which, at first sight, seems abstruse. And, far from believing it lawful to "violate faith with heretics," I solemnly swear, without equivocation, or the danger of perjury, that, in a Catholic country, where I was chaplain of war, I thpught it a crime to engage the king of England's soldiers or sailors into the service of a Catholic monarch, against their Protestant sovereign. I resisted the solicitations, and ran the risk of incurring the displeasure of a minister of state, and losing my pension: and my conduct was approved by all the divines in a monastery to which I then belonged, who all unanimously declared, that, in conscience, I could not have behaved otherwise.
Mr. Wesley may consider me as a fictitious character: but should he follow his precursor, (I mean his letter, wafted to us over the British channel) and on his mission from Dublin to Bandon, make Cork his way,—doctor Berkely,
parish minister, near Middleton, captains
Stanner, French, and others, who were, prisoners of war, in the same place, and at the fame time,—can fully satisfy him as to the reality of my existence, in the line already described; and that in the beard which I then wore, and which, like that of sir Thomas More, never committed any trerson, I never conP cealed
cealed either poison or dagger to destroy my Protestant neighbour; though it was long enough to set all Scotland in a blaze, and to deprive lord G ***** G ***** of \as senses.
Should any of ihe Scotch missionaries attend Mr. Wesley into this kingdom, and bring with them any of the stumps of the fagots with which Henry the eighth, his daughters, Mary and Elizabeth, and the learned James the first, roasted the heretics of their times in Smithfield, or some of the fagots with which the Scotch saints, of whose proceedings Mr. Wesley is become the apologist, have burnt the houses of their inoffensive Catholic neighbours, we will convert them to their proper use. In Ireland the revolution of the great Platonic year is almost completed. Things are re-instated in their primitive order. And the fagot, which, without any mission from Christ, preached the gospel by orders of Catholic and Protestant kings, is confined to the kitchen. Thus, what formerly roasted the man at the stake, now helps to feed him. And nothing but the severity of winter, and the coldness of the climate in Scotland, could justify Mr. Wesley in urging the rabble to light it. This is a bad time to introduce it amongst us, when we begin to be formidable to our foes, and united amongst ourselves. And to the glory of Ireland be it
said, we never condemned but murderers and perpetrators of unnatural crimes to the fagot.
By a statute of Henry the sixth, every Englishman of the Pale* was bound to shave his upper lip', or clip his whiskers, in order to distinguish himself from an Irishman. By this mark of distinction, it seems that what Campion calls in his old English, glib, and what we call the beard, as well, as the complexion and size of both people, were much the fame. In my opinion it had tended more to their mutual interest, and the glory of that monarch's reign, not to go to the nicety of splitting a hair, but encourage the growth of their fleeces, and inspire them with such mutual love for each other, as to induce them to kiss one another's beards, as brothers salute each other at Constantinople, after a few days absence. I am likewise of opinion, that Mr. Westey, who prefaces his letter with, "The interest of the "Protestant religion," would reflect more ho* nour on his ministry, in promoting the happiness of the people, by preaching love and union, than in widening the breach^ and increasing their calamities by division. The English and Irish Were at that time of the same religion; buty divided in their affections, were miserable. P 2 Though
* See the statutes of that king, and lament the effects 6t divisions fomented by sovereigns.
Though divided in speculative opinions, if united in sentiment, we would be happy. The English settlers breathed the vital air in England, before they inhaled the soft breezes of our temperate climate. The present generation can say " Our fathers and grandfathers *' have been born, bred, and buried here: we "are Irishmen, as the descendants of the Nor*• mans, who have been born in England, are 44 Englishmen."
- Thus, born in an island in which the ancients might have placed.their Hesperian gardens and golden apples, the temperature of the climate, and quality of the foil, inimical to poisonous insests, have cleansed our veins from the Jour and acid blood of the Scythians and Saxons. We begin to open our eyes, and to learn wisdom from the experience of ages: we are tender-hearted : we are good-natured: we have feelings: we shed tears on the urns of the dead; deplore the loss of hecatombs of victims slaughtered on the gloomy altars of religious bigotry; cry in seeing the ruins of cities over .which fanaticism has displayed the funeral torch, and sincerely pity the blind zeal of our Scotch and English neighbours, whose constant character is to pity none, sor erecting the banners of persecution, at a time when the inquisition is . abolished in Spain and Milan, and the Protestant
gentry gantry are caressed at Rome, and live unmolested in the luxuriant plains of France and Italy
The statute of Henry the sixth is now grown
obsolete, The razor of calamity has shaved our
lower and upper lips, and given us smooth
faces. Our land is uncultivated, our country a
defart. Our natives are forced into the service
of foreign kings, storming towns, and in the
very heat of slaughter, tempering Iristi courage
with Irish mercy*. All our misfortunes flow
from long-reigning intolerance, and the storms
which, gathering first in the Scotch and Englilh
atmosphere, never failed to burst over our heads.
We are too wife to quarrel about religion.
The Roman Catholics sing their psalms in
Latin with a few inflections of the voice. Our
Protestant neighbours sing the fame psalms in.
English on a larger scale of musical notes. We
never quarrel with our honest and worthy'
neighbours, the Quakers, for not singing at all;
nor shall we ever quarrel with Mr. Wesley for
raising bis voice to Heaven, and warbling forth his
canticles on whatever tune he pleases, whether
it be to the tune of Guardian Angels, or Langolee.
We like social harmony, and in civil music hate
discordance. Thus, when we go to the shambles.
* Count Dillion and the Irish Brigade could not be prevailed on by D'Estaing to put the English garrison to the sword. "We will not kill our Countrymen," said they. Would it not be wiser to let these gallant men go to mass, and serve their own king?