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specimen, is, of course, most deadly in its influence, and yet this woman was not by any means a strict Romanist, or I should not have been likely to be so mildly dealt with.

The next case is one of very painful interest, illustrating the manner in which Popish error follows its victims, until the last gasp is gasped. The priest alluded to became sickly, returned to Italy, and has, I learn, since passed to another world. To imagine the dupe and duped, both standing before God to be judged, is a solemn thought:

was a Roman Catholic. She was much addicted to drunkenness, and when intoxicated, was in the habit of beating her husband furiously, and behaving otherwise with great violence. She always, however, received my visits very civilly when sober, and listened attentively to my instructions and prayers. At last, her long continued habits of intoxication, and other circumstances, brought her into a consumption, of which she died. I, of course, felt it to be my duty to lay before her, from time to time, her awful condition as a sinner before God, and her need of repentance and faith. She repeatedly appeared affected, and wept, declaring she felt miserable and wretched,' and that she was conscious she was a great sinner. She seemed to say :-

'I tremble, lest the wrath Divine,

Which bruises now my sinful soul, Should bruise this wretched soul of mine,

Long as eternal ages roll.'

“Her case was progressing very hopefully, but several Sisters of Mercy, (what a libel on that sweet word !) visited her, and brought the priest and another Roman Catholic visitor. I was very much insulted by this man on one occasion. The poor woman's good impressions appeared to wear away before the influences of the instruction she received from these visitors. She died wretchedly.

“Mrs. J.'s husband was not a Romanist, and from him and another person present, I had the following account:- The priest came and administered extreme unction, and mumbled some Latin over her, according to the usual practice, and then said in broken English, (he was an Italian,) 'You good Christian now-you very joyful-you very happy-you go to heaven,' and left. I inquired of her husband, a man of little energy, why he allowed such delusion to be practised in his own apartment; he appeared afraid of her relatives. Mrs. Copposite, who kindly attended her until her death, informed me that, just before she died, she said, * I should like to have five candles, but J--- (her husband) can't afford it-have three over me.' Mrs. C. said, ' My poor creature, what will be the use of the candles over you when you are dead ?' 'Sure,' said she, "to light me to heaven.'

The next case is one of untimely deathdeplorable and affecting.

Under the influence of temptation, the Christian flies to his Saviour, and his language is :

« On Him in faith I never call,

To Him I never flee,
But what I find, my Christmy all,

Fights well the war for me."

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But, under the sore influence of temptation, the unhappy Romanist finds no such refuge. Whilst depending upon a host of saintly intercessors, and mediation of the Virgin Mary, it cannot be

Had the subject of the following notice possessed faith in Christ, instead of perishing a miserable suicide, she might have lived and died happily :

“Mrs. D—— was a miserable woman, a Romanist. She said to a Mrs. a neighbour, in the afternoon, 'Good bye, Mrs. you'll never see me any more.' Mrs. said, “Oh! nonsense! you're always talking such stuff: 'Aye,' said she, but

you do not know how busy the devil is with me. In the evening her dead body was brought home, having been taken out of the Thames, near Blackfriars Bridge. I visited her husband, a Romanist also, and endeavoured to improve the solemn event.”

The following account of the death of a Roman Catholic prostitute is very shocking :

“ Mrs. T-- had risen very early, as usual, to go to Covent Garden for her

greens,

and stumbled on something in the dark on the stairs; she recog. nised the voice of a prostitute who lived in the house, and who called her by a very shocking name. On procuring a light, she found the poor creature sadly intoxicated, lying on the stairs, with a glass in one hand, and a bottle in the other. She appears to have made her way home in the night, from some haunt of dissipation, with these articles in

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her possession. From the effects (it was supposed) of this debauch, she died shortly afterwards. The lodgers were afterwards, they informed me, much annoyed by the horrid din caused by what is termed * waking.'

The Irish Roman Catholic population are, when intoxicated, particularly furious, especially towards Protestants. I have seen the police knocked about sadly. The following is an instance. It forms in my journals part of the detail of a visit to a barber's shop on my district, on the Saturday evening, for Missionary purposes :

“During my sojourn in Mr. D--'s shop, many customers came in; I continued there about two hours, conversing and speaking on spiritual and moral subjects the while, for their instruction.

A remarkably athletic young Irishman came in, and entered into conversation. I was speaking just then on the sin and folly of men spending their hard earnings in public-houses and gin-shops, and the evils to which drunkenness led. "Faith, then,' said the Irishman, “sure, master, you are right now;

I never was in trouble (that is, in prison) but once, and that was for drink. From his subsequent narrative, I found he was the man who, about three months since, committed one of the most desperate outrages I ever remembered to have occurred in this neighbourhood. I went,' said he, 'into Mr. --'s shop, in and he said to me, says he, I shan't serve you with any more, you can't walk straight as it is. Well, I insists on being sarved, and, says he, I'll put you out, and takes hould of me to do it. Well thin, I know my timper's bad when I've been dhrinking, and so I shuffled with him.' The fact was, he inserted his hand in the poor publican's neckcloth, and had nearly strangled him before he could be torn away. Well

, then,' he continued, they sent for the police, and they come up, and as fast as they come up to take me I put 'em down one by one. It appeared from the accounts given at the time, that this man, unassisted by any companions, fought seven policemen, who came up in succession, knocking one down no fewer than seven times. A party in the shop made some revengeful remark respecting the police, and was reproved by me. The Romanist said, “ Revenge was sweet.' Well now,' said he, ‘you put me in mind of something. When I got to the House of Correction, they set me to pick oakum; there we sat,' said he, (imitating,) 'in rows. The man that sat fronting me, it was as good to me to see him there, as if anyone had given me a sovereign.'

It appeared this prisoner had been a policeman, against whom he had conceived an enmity. I warned this man that he might come into even more serious trouble, if such were his desperate habits when intoxicated, and gave him suitable advice, to which he listened with rough respect.

I recollect seeing one Irish Romanist attack a policeman in the most savage manner, quite throwing him into the air. He professed his hatred, as he said, of “the breed of Luther," and

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