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a heart that never felt abashed at scenes of carnage and blood, was made a child of for a time by her; and I gave way to dissipation, to drown the torment."
He subsequently returned to Boston, sailed for Havannah, and again commenced his piratical career. In 1826, he revisited the United States, and hearing of the war between Brazil and the republic of Buenos Ayres, he sailed from Boston in the brig Kitty, of Portsmouth, with a determination, as he states, of trying his fortune in the defence of a republican government. Upon his arrival, he made himself known to Admiral Brown, and communicated his desire to join their navy. The Admiral accompanied him to the Governor, and a lieutenant's commission being given him, he joined a ship of 34 guns, called the Twenty fifth of May. There he remained, in the capacity of fifth lieutenant, for about four months. Having succeeded in gaining the confidence of Admiral Brown, he put him in command of a privateer schooner, and he sailed for Buenos Ayres, made two good cruises, and returned safely to port. He then bought one-half of a new Baltimore schooner, and sailed again, but was cap. tured seven days out, and carried into Rio Janeiro. He remained there until peace took place, then returned to Buenos Ayres, and thence to New York.
After the lapse of about a year, which he passed travelling from place to place, Gibbs states, that the war between France and Algiers attracted his attention. Know ing that the French commerce presents a fine opportunity for plunder, he determined to embark for Algiers, and offer his services to the Dey. He accordingly took passage from this port in the Sally Ann, belonging to Bath, landed at Barcelona, crossed to Port Mahon, and endeavoured to make his way to Algiers. The vigilance of the French fleet prevented the accomplishment of his purpose, and he proceeded to Tunis. He afterwards took passage to Marseilles, and thence to Boston. From Boston he sailed to New Orleans, and there entered as one of the crew of the brig Vineyard. To a question why he, who had been accustomed to command, should enter as a common sailor on board the Vineyard, he answered, that he sought employment, to assuage the horrors of reflection.
Gibbs was married in Buenos Ayres, where he now has a child living. His wife is dead. By a singular concurrence of circumstances, the woman with whom he became acquainted in Liverpool, and who is said at that time to have borne a decent character, is now lodged in the same prison
with himself. He has written her two letters since his confinement.
He refuses to tell the name of any persons concerned with him in his piracies, but admits there are now many living in the United States.
Though he gives no evidence (says the American writer) of a contrite heart, yet he evidently dwells with great unwillingness upon the crimes of which he acknowledges himself guilty. Since his trial his frame is somewhat enfeebled, his face paler, and his eye more sunken; but the air of his bold, enterprising, and desperate mind still remains; he is affable and communicative, and, when he smiles, exhibits so mild and gentle a countenance, that no one could take him to be a villain. !
A ROMISH PARODY ON THE TE DEUM." THE following Parody, which was pub. lished in 1733, under the sanction of the General, and all the other authorities, of the Franciscan Order, and with the appro bation of the Inquisition, is to be found at the end of the "Primazia Serafica na Regiam da America, by Fr. Appollinario da Conceiçam," and is probably his work. Most Protestants will perhaps think the author has gone as far in magnifying his Saint as could be prudently permitted by a Church which renounces, as a foul stigma, the term idolatrous.
“We praise thee, O Francis! We ac knowledge thee to be our Patriarch. All the earth doth worship thee, the Father Seraphical.
To thee all Minorites cry aloud, the Heavens and all the corded families.
To thee the Seraphic Martyrs and Con fessors continually do cry.
Holy, holy, holy, Standard-bearer of the Lord God of Sabaoth!
Heaven and Earth are full of the miracles of thy grace.
The glorious company of the Franciscans praise thee;
The goodly fellowship of the Nuns praise
APOSTROPHE TO THE VIRGIN MARY.
When thou tookest upon thee the Old Man, thou didst not fear the severest sufferings of the Cross.
When thou hadst overcome the sharpness of death, thou didst stand in the sepulchre, and, like one living, look towards the Kingdom of Heaven.
Thou sittest on the Throne of Lucifer, in the glory of the Father.
We believe that thou shalt come to judgment with the Cross of the Judge.
We therefore pray thee, help thy servants, whom thou hast gathered together with the precious blood of thy wounds.
Make them to be numbered with the Saints in glory everlasting.
Save thine Order of the Minors, and bless thine inheritance.
Govern them and lift them up for ever.
And we praise thy name, because thou hast obtained for us an Indulgence which shall endure for ever.
7 Ask our Lord, that he will vouchsafe to us this without sin.
keep father, and ve mercy upon us, have
mercy upon us.
Let thy mercy lighten upon us as our trust is in thee.
O Father, in thee have I trusted, obtain of the Lord that I may never be confounded."
APOSTROPHE TO THE VIRGIN MARY.
The above blasphemous Parody is nearly equalled by the following nonsensical rhapsody, addressed to the great goddess of the Romish Church, the Virgin Mary.
"You, O Mother of God, are the spiritual Paradise of the second Adam; the delicate cabinet of that divine marriage which was made betwixt the two natures; the great hall, wherein was celebrated the world's general reconciliation; you are the nuptial bed of the eternal Word; the bright cloud carrying him who hath the cherubim for his chariot; the fleece of wool filled with the sweet dew of heaven, whereof was made that admirable robe of our royal Shepherd, in which he vouchsafed to look after his lost sheep; you are the maid and the mother, the humble virgin and the high heaven, both together; you are the sacred bridge whereby God himself descended to the earth; you are that piece of cloth whereof was composed the glorious garment of hypostatical union, where the worker was the Holy Ghost, the hand the virtue of the Most High, the wool the old spoils of Adam, the woof your own immaculate flesh, and the shuttle God's incomparable goodness, which freely gave us the ineffable person of the Word incarnate.
"You are the container of the incom prehensible; the root of the world's first, best, and most beautiful flower; the mother of Him who made all things; the nurse of Him who provides nourishment for the whole universe; the bosom of Him who enfolds all being within his breast; the unspotted robe of Him who is clothed with light as with a garment; you are the sallyport through which God penetrated into the world; you are the pavilion of the Holy Ghost; and you are the furnace into which the Almighty hath particularly darted the most fervent sunbeams of his dearest love and affection.
"All hail! fruitful earth, alone proper and only prepared to bring forth the breadcorn by which we are all sustained and nourished; happy leaven, which hath given relish to Adam's whole race, and seasoned the paste whereof the true life-giving and soul-saving bread was composed; ark of honour, in which God himself was pleased to repose, and where very glory itself be came sanctified; golden pitcher, containing
ven, and produces honey from the rock, to satisfy the appetites of his hungry people; you are the admirable house of God's humiliation, through whose door he descended to dwell among us; the living book, wherein the Father's Eternal Word was written by the pen of the Holy Ghost. You are pleasing and comely as Jerusalem, and the aromatical odours issuing from your garments outvie all the delights of Mount Lebanus; you are the sacred Pix of celestial perfumes, whose sweet exhalations shall never be exhausted; you are the holy oil, the unextinguishable lamp, the unfading flower, the divinely-woven purple, the royal vestment, the imperial diadem, the throne of the Divinity, the gate of Paradise, the Queen of the universe, the cabinet of life, the fountain ever flowing with celestial illustrations.
"All hail! the divine lantern, encompassing that crystal lamp whose light outshines the sun in its mid-day splendour; the spiritual sea, whence the world's richest pearl was extracted; the radiant sphere, enclosing Him within your sacred folds, whom the heavens cannot contain within their vast circumference; the celestial throne of God, more glistening than that of the glorious cherubim, the pure temple, tabernacle, and seat of the Divinity.
"You are the well-fenced orchard, the fruitful border, the fair and delicate garden of sweet flowers, embalming the earth and air with their odoriferous fragrance, yet up and secured from any enemy's
and irruption; you are the holy fountain, sealed with the signet of the most sacred Trinity, from whence the happy waters of life inflow upon the whole universe; you are the happy city of God, whereof such glorious things are everywhere sung and spoken."
The author from whom the above is taken says, "The volume from whence these Flores Catholica are extracted has more pious finger-unction upon it than any other in my library. Great is Diana of the Ephesians!"
The title of the work is, "Jesus, Maria, Joseph, or the Devout Pilgrim of the EverBlessed Virgin Mary, in his Holy Exercises, Affections, and Elevations, upon the sacred Mysteries of Jesus, Maria, Joseph." Amsterdam, 1657.
EUROPE, IN THE AUTUMN OF 1831. THE great northern hive, in high commotion with a portentous swarm, is once more issuing its barbarous array in hosts, to over-run the empire. Although long held back by a handful of heroes, over Poland they again sway as conquerors. Blood has flowed to blood-the invaders and the invaded, in the protracted struggle, now victorious and now defeated, alike have bled: but although the invaders suffered in the extreme, the swarms of the north replenished, ever and anon, their ranks, replacing the dying and the dead, and crowning the victors with new conquests. To Europe this may be deemed the beginning of sorrows.
If ever nation displayed union of purpose, heroism of character, patience of suffering, and the valour of men, the Poles are that nation. Yet Europe beheld this band of heroes, which never at any one period, perhaps, exceeded fifty thousand effective men, grappling with the northern giant, at frightful odds, with profound apathy; and, while they melted, in the heat of action, into ruin, never lifted up a hand or a voice to save them!
As we observed in gone-by seasons, one of the paws of the great polar bear has advanced towards the throne of the Eastern Empire; during the past and during the present year, the other paw has advanced towards the throne of the Western Empire. Constantinople, ere while, trembled to her foundations; and yet a little while, and Rome may tremble in her turn.
The vacillations of Belgium and Holland, like the ocean's billows after a storm, roll and foam; yet hope remains buoyant on the surface, portraying an ultimatum of peace.
Excitement, consequent upon the agitations of conflicting opinions in politics, has brought to our own doors huge perturbations; and amidst these islands of peace, through which the sword has not been permitted to pass during the present age, we have beheld the evolutions of war, and also its conflagrations. A contest upon the question, who shall, and who shall not, elect representatives to the great council of the British nation, exhausts the eloquence of senators and people. Every man, every where, is expected to enrol himself under the banners of a Reform in the mode of election, while thousands neither compre hend its meaning nor appreciate its merits: hence, when the one party drives, the other lags; and the impetuosity of the former, forms a contrast or balance, in action, to the apathy of the latter incessantly urging, without achieving the purpose intended, the parties neutralize each other. By this excitement, peace is banished from the domestic circle, and angry feelings induced throughout society. In general, instead of that genial fellow-feeling which pervaded every grade, men form associations of lopposition, each, in their party, against the other, and wage wars of words, and even deeds, in every quarter, until the safety of the community is menaced, and the finer feelings of brotherhood trampled under foot. Angry contention is the opposite of brotherly communion; and where the one reigns, the other is no more. The command of Jehovah to Israel, while dispersed through the nations, is "Seek the peace of the city whither I have caused you to be carried away captives, and pray unto the Lord for it; for in the peace thereof shall ye have peace." This is a command to the Israel of God in all ages, and amidst all nations “For here have we no continuing city, but we seek one to come-a city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God."
France has survived another crisis. The disastrous news from Poland served as a pretence of severe blame to the existing go vernment, because no succour from Francé had prevented the ruin of their cause. Pub lic feeling, sensitively alive to the Polish cause, was wrought upon by that strong and ferocious party which yet pervades France, and is ever ready to burst out and overwhelm the existing order of things, to the highest pitch; but the cool and determined conduct of government over-awed the multitude, and peace continued. The continuance of order is favourable to the cause of true relis gion, and its progresses; in the meantime, the infidel St. Simonists, mad with disap.
EUROPE IN THE AUTUMN OF 1831.
pointment at home, meditate conquests in other nations.
Revolutionary warfare exerts every effort to the effusion of blood in and near Switzerland. That country, which, for ages, has furnished mercenary troops to almost every European nation, in order to overawe or combat its own citizens, or fight with any nation, whether friend or foe, for pay, and, alas, frequently to fight with and shed the blood of each other, has been, and is, a prey to civil commotions. A retributive justice seems to say, "This is the people who have sold themselves to shed blood; and they have blood to drink, for they are worthy."
The two papal Peninsulas continue firm in their allegiance to their head; and whatever notelescapes their frontiers, however modified in its progress, may be traced to the groans and tossings of misery and despair within. And Italy, in its intermediate domains, partakes with its neighbours. When, Orthou God of light and love, when shall this darkness be penetrated, and thy light illume these nations, and melt them into love and peace in thee?
The peninsula of Greece has witnessed a crisis in her islands. Her navy, purchased by a heavy loan, and kept up at a great expense, perished in the conflict. Greece, however, continues an independent state; and a national assembly is convoked, in order to heal the wounds these commotions have made, and regenerate the government. Constantinople has suffered, beneath extensive and successive conflagrations, losses in life and property, alarming in the extreme. Whether to the habitual neglect and misrule of this Turkish community, or to barbarous incendiaries, too prevalent even in more civilized nations, these fires are to be attributed, has not been accurately ascertained. It is true, the Grand Turk has executed sundry persons as incendiaries; but barbarous executions, under such governments, do not always prove the fact of guilt.
The revolutionary spirit of Poland pervades the neighbouring states, in the Austrian dominions; and into its very capital, Vienna, the Russian cholera morbus has penetrated. The miasma of this morbid affection regards neither wind nor tide, but makes head against all impediments: Thou, O Lord, alone canst stay its hand-to thee we lift up our hands, O appear and save us! If amidst the German states tranquillity is for the moment, it is because no momentary excitements pervade the mass of the people; they are quieted rather than quiet, and, couchant, await the alarm to spring up, and execute the purposes of confederated
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The present is the age of excitement; at home we feel it, from abroad we hear its voice, around us it deals alarms, and no institution is safe from its overwhelming force. The word of the Lord to Daniel was, "There shall be a time of trouble, such as never was since there was a nation, even to that same time; and at that time thy people shall be delivered, every one that shall be found written in the book." Whoever, therefore, may quake, the saints of the Most High ought to rejoice; for theirs is deliverance, Jew and Gentile-the Israel of God-every one that shall be found written in the book. To Him should their prayers ascend continually, as from Him every good and perfect gift descends; and in Him, and in Him alone, should be all their confidence; for vain is the help of man. In proportion as disunion and distraction pervade the enemies of true religion, so, in proportion, does the security of the saints of the Most High increase; and we may, with increased confidence, proceed to the examination of the question contained in our last essay.
"The secular arm of the Pope was broken in 1806, by the extinction of the holy Roman Empire, as has been already stated, and the question is, Where is now the potentate, throughout all Christendom, who dares publicly to burn the saints of the Most High???
In order to solve this problem, we com+ mence with Great Britain. On examination here, we find a total absence of principle, and a total absence of every such practice as tends to burn men because of a difference in their religious creeds, both in the church and in the state. Individuals, no doubt, exist in these nations, whose intolerant creed and persecuting spirit would gladly hail the possession of power to smite heretics, and revive the flames of the dark ages; but ar dently as they long for this day of power, not a single horde of these exists in Great Britain, which, at this moment, dares pub licly to burn the saints of the Most High. :
Gliding across the ocean to France, we behold a potent nation, whose cities and whose villages have flowed with the blood of the saints, and which, in recompense of its iniquity, has received, at the hand of the Lord, "blood to drink, for they were found worthy and sore and long was their torment for their crimes. But the disposition has ceased in that fine country, and with the disposition the practice. The state will not; and not a horde exists in that nation, which dares to burn the saints of the Most High. France is coming out of Babylon, just in time to escape her closing sins and her final plagues. Great Britain hails brotherhood with this rising nation; and gladly would 3 U 155.-VOL. XII
we fan the fire of tolerance therein, into a flame of missionary love towards all nations. Belgium next presents itself: and what of Belgium? Cruel persecutions long deluged this land with the blood of the saints: the cry of it went up to heaven; vengeance descended; and of the bloody cup no nation drank more largely. She is spared. O may this sparing mercy lead her on to penitence and peace!
Passing on in rotation, we observe Holland, Denmark, Norway, Sweden, Prussia, Saxony, Hanover, with many other German states, and a portion of the Swiss Cantons, who, on the first voice from heaven, saying, "Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues," came out of Babylon; endured all that her raging power could and did inflict upon them, for their alleged contumacy, and espoused the cause of the saints ; themselves suffering, rather than persecuting others. Not one of these states at this day manifests a wish to resume its rank in the destroying array of the Babylonish harlot; and not a spear is raised by them to pierce the vitals of the church of God, in the burning of his saints.
Poland, beneath the domination of Rome, suffered to a degree almost incredible. Gregory the Seventh, during his Papacy, thundered out the most dreadful anathemas against Boleslaus, king of Poland, released his subjects from their allegiance, deprived him of his titles, and laid the whole kingdom under an interdict. Gnesna, the papal archbishop, enforced this terrible sentence, excited rebellions upon rebellions, drove Boleslaus from his dominions, persecuted him from place to place, and pursued him even to death. Nor was this all; his son, Mieczislaus, was not suffered to reign in his stead, and the whole kingdom of Poland became one scene of confusion and misery. Gold at last bought a pardon to the nation, and the most abject submissions were exacted.
Instead of being in a condition, if she had the will, to persecute, Poland at this moment is lamentably persecuted; not, indeed, because of her religious, but because of her political opinions. Held in bondage by a foreign arm, she wished to be free; but while freedom is denied for the moment, her cause is with the Most High, who, in due time, will plead with her adversaries, and decide in truth.
In Spain, Italy, Bohemia, Hungary, &c., the seeds of the Reformation were early sown, and fruit arose; but, ere ripeness crowned it for the harvest, the sickle was thrust in; it was prematurely cut down, and
the enemy, in triumph, converted the fruitful field into a field of blood.
The power of Imperial Austria lords it over Hungary, Bohemia, and even Italy. It is true, sundry Dukes, the Pope, and the kings of Naples and Sardinia, also rule in Italy: but over these the imperial rod is shaken on all occasions; while they crouch beneath the menaced chastisement, and invariably obey.
Spain and Portugal maintain independent sovereignty. But Austria, Italy, the papal states in Germany, with Spain and Portugal, are yet, as heretofore, vassals of the Pope. Not, indeed, to outward appearance, as amidst the dark ages, when he domineered over princes, and dethroned them at his will. No, this rampant sovereignty was slain at the Reformation, and the Pope himself has bowed, and does bow, as a temporal prince, before several of these vassal powers, and particularly before Austria. Yet these are all the vassals of the Pope; for hosts of Cardinals, Bishops, Priests, and dignitaries endless, his ministers, swarming amidst their courts and throughout their dominions, council and sway these sovereigns, overawe their princes and ministers, thrust themselves into office, and manage all affairs of a public character, and thus reign, without the name, the lords of all.
Here are powers which possess the will; but dare any one of these powers publicly burn the saints of the Most High? We answer, No!
"A million swords straight from their scabbards forth Would terrors flash, portentous in their front; And blood to blood would flow."
Of this they are aware, and therefore, while the desire burns, the action sleeps, yet sleeps the tiger's sleep, watching for the moment when it may spring up, and securely devour the prey.
The woman, Rev. xii. 14, enlarged her borders and strengthened her stakes, amidst the wilderness, at the Reformation; and at that glorious epoch the power of the sword passed to her princes. The Protestant princes established their liberty in spite of all the rage of Rome, by their swords, in the hands of Him who giveth the kingdoms of the earth to whomsoever He will: and this liberty was confirmed to them by the Diet of Augsburg. But the woman came out of the wilderness at the termination of the twelve hundred and sixty days, and the kings of the earth are become nursing. fathers, and their queens nursing-mothers, to her children, who are princes in all the earth; and before the potence given to her foster-fathers, fell the secular arm of her audacious persecutor, in eighteen hundred