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faid, we never condemned but murderers and perpetrators of unnatural erimes 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 diftinguish 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 same. 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 Conftantinople, after a few days absence. I am likewise of opinion, that Mr. Wesley, who prefaces his letter with, " The interest of the " Protestant religion,” would reflect more honour 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 Trish were at that time of the same religion ; but, divided in their affections, were miserable, P 2
Though * See the statutes of that king, and lament the effects of 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 foft 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 « 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 soil, inimical to poiSonous infefts, have cleansed our veins from the Your 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. Thed tears on the urns of the dead; deplore the loss of hecatombs of victiins Naughtered 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, for erecting the banners of persecution, at a time when the inquisition is , abolished in Spain and Milan, and the Proteftant
.: gentry gentry are caressed at Rome, and live unmolested in the luxuriant plains of France and Italy
The statute of Henry the sixth is now grown obfolete, Thé 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 Irish courage with Irish mercy*. All our misfortunes flow from long-reigning intolerance, and the storms which, gathering first in the Scotch and English atmosphere, never failed to burst over our heads.
We are too wise to quarrel about religion. The Roman Catholics 'sing their psalms in Latin with a few inflections of the voice. Our Protestant neighbours sing the same pfalms 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 his 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
. .: we * Count Dillion and the Irish Brigade could not be prevailed on by D'Estaing to put the English garrison to che fword. “We will not kill our Countrymen,” said they. Would it not be wiser to let these gallant men ga to mass, and serve their own king ?
we never enquire into the butcher's seligion, but into the quality of his meat: we çare not whether the ox was fed in the pope's territories, or on the mountains of Scotland, provided the joint be good : for though there be many berefies in old books, we discover neither keresy nor Superstition in beef and claret. We divide them cheerfully with one another, and though of different religions, we sit over the bowl with as much cordiality as if we were at a love-feaft.
The Protestant Associations of Scotland and England may pity us; but we feel more comfort than if we were scorching one another with fire and fagot. Instead of singing ? peace to « men of good will on earth," does Mr. Werley intend to found the fury Alecto’s horn, or the war-shell of the Mexicans? The Irish, who have no resource but in their union, does he mean to arm them against each other ? One mafsacre, to which the fanaticism of the Scotch and English regicides gave rise, is more than enough; Mr. Wesley should not row the seeds of a fecond. When he felt the first-fruits and illapses of the spirit, when his zeal, too extenfive to be confined within the majestic temples of the church of England, or the edifying meeting-houses of the other Christains, prompted him to travel most parts of Europe and America, and to establish a religion and houses of worship of his own, what opposi
WESLEY's letter, etc. 215 tion has he not met with from the civil magistrates! with what insults from the rabble ! broken benches, dead cats, and pools of water bear witness! Was he then the trumpeter of persecution? Was his pulpit changed into Hudibrassos 5 drum ecclesiastic?” Did he abet banishment and proscription on the score of conscience? Now that his tabernacle is established in peace, after the clouds have borne testimony to his million *, he complains in his second letter, wherein he promises to continue the fire which he has already kindled in England, that people of exalted ranks in church and state have refused entering into a mean confederacy against the laws of nature, and the rights of mankind. In his first letter, he disclaims persecution on the score of religion, and, in the fame breath, strikes out a creed of his own for the Roman Catholics, and says, " that “they should not be tolerated even amongst the “ Turks.” Thus, the fatyr in the fable breathes hot and cold in the same blaft, and a lamb of peace is turned inquisitor. " But is not that “ creed mentioned by Mr. Wesley, the creed " of the Roman Catholics ?" By right it should be theirs, as it is so often bestowed on them, and that, according to the civil law, a free gift
* See an abridgment of Wesley's Journal, wherein be fays, that in preaching one day at Kinsale, a cloud pitched over him.