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created the supreme honour due to God alone; and do we give this honour to wine and bread? The child at the breast would cry, we do not—the beams of the roof of the temple would answer, we do not. We give it to the Father and to the Son, who is consubstantial to him, and who was made man; to them, and to the Spirit who proceeds from them, we give supreme worship. What seems bread in the Eucharist, we value not. Those accidental qualities of bread and wine, which we distinguish from the substance, but which yet are tangible, and would suffice, like carnal food, to nourish the body, are not the object of our worship; but that impassible and immortal God made Max, which they conceal-Him we worship 1." Oh ! how absurd and inconsistent are the ideas of our opponents, when they thus tax us with idolatry! Hear what the learned Dr Jeremy Taylor says: “Idolatry is the forsaking the true God, and giving divine worship to a creature or to an idol ; that is, to an imaginary God. Now, it is evident that the object of their (the Catholics') adoration in the blessed Sacrament, is the only true and eternal God hypostatically joined with his holy humanity, which humanity they believe actually present, under the veil of the sacramental signs. And if they thought him not present, they are so far from worshipping the bread in this case, that themselves profess it idolatry to do so ; which is a demonstration that their soul has nothing in it that is idolatrical 2.” The reviewer is equally mistaken in his ideas of the honour we give to the Virgin Mary, and the invocation of Saints and Angels : but as the subject has been anticipated, I shall leave him to entertain any notions he pleases of the mother of our Lord, of her of whom it was prophesied that all generations should call her blessed.
Before dismissing the subject of the mass, I must be allowed to mention an extraordinary fact intimately connected with it, which will startle many people, but no person will dare to deny it. It is this—THE SACRIFICE OF THE MASS WAS ABOLISHED BY LUTHER, AT THE INSTIGATION OF THE DEVIL, WHO CONVINCED HIM (as he says) THAT IT WAS IDOLATROUS. But let us hear the matter from Luther's own mouth: “I must now (says Luther) tell a little anecdote concerning myself, for which I trust you will, my reverend father, forgive me, though it may somewhat disgrace you. Awaking from a sound sleep, a few nights ago, the devil began to dispute with me, according to his custom: 'Listen to me, Master Doctor,' said he; ' do you consider, that for fifteen years you have said mass almost every day? What if all this while you have been guilty of idolatry, and, instead of adoring the body and blood of Christ, have adored only bread and wine?' I answered him, that I was a priest lawfully ordained by the bishop, and that having, from a principle of obedience, discharged my ministry with a sincere intention of consecrating, I saw no reason to doubt the validity of the consecratión. " True, (replied Satan,) but in the churches of Turks and Heathens, is not every thing done in an orderly manner, and in the spirit of obedience? Does that authorise their worship as orthodox, and perfectly correct? What if your ordination were null, and your consecration as vain and useless as that of Turkish priests in the exercise of their ministry, or of the false prophets under Jeroboam?' Here I was seized with a violent sweat, and my heart began to beat in a strange manner. The devil is very artful in adjusting his reasoning, and he also pushes his arguments with great force; he has a voice strong and rough, and is so pressing in his objections, one after another, as scarcely to allow you time to breathe. Hence, I can conceive how it has repeatedly happened that persons have in the evening been found dead in their beds. In the first place, he may suffocate them; he may also, by his method of disputing, cause such a trouble in the soul, as to render her unable to make any farther resistance, and thus she may be compelled instantly to leave the body, which has nearly been my own case more than once.” Luther then gives five reasons urged by the devil against the sacrifice of the mass, which he considered quite satisfactory, and he says to those who might
1 Defence by J. K. L., p. 46. 4th ed.
Liberty of prophesying, Sect. 20. Num. 26.
blame him for following these suggestions, that “ if they had heard the devil reasoning in the same forcible manner as he had done, they would take care not to appeal from his arguments, to the practice of the Church, and the usages of antiquity, which would never satisfy them i !"
Such, then, as explained, are those doctrines and practices of the Catholic Church which the enlightened and philosophical reviewer denominates, " not only anti-scriptural, but absurd!” It is evident, from the confused and mistaken ideas entertained by him of these, that his theological studies have been sadly misapplied. To advise him to begin a fresh and more comprehensive course of study may be fruitless ; but he will, I presume, be now aware, that without this he can never expect to wield his pen either with credit to himself or to the cause which he supports.
I am afraid, Mr Editor, I am making too great an encroachment upon your valuable pages, but justice to my own feelings, and, above all, my regard for my religion, will, I hope, excuse my diffuseness with liberal minds, fond of truth for its own sake, and regardless whether it proceed from the pen of a Protestant or of a Catholic. I shall conclude my remarks on the remaining topics handled by the reviewer in another letter; and, in the mean time, beg to subscribe myself,
Your very humble Servant, 1st September 1824.
The Arab to his Horse.
“ The whole property of this Arab consisted of a very fine, beautiful mare. This animal the French Consul at Saïd offered to purchase, with an intention to send her to the King, Louis XIV. The Arab, pressed by want, hesitated a long time, but at length consented; and having arrived with his magnificent courser, dismounted, but appeared to be greatly agitated by contending emotions. Looking first at the gold, and then at his mare, he heaved a deep sigh, and exclaimed, “To whom is it I am going to surrender thee?-to Europeans, who will tie thee close, who will beat thee, who will render thee miserable! Return with me, my beauty, my jewel, and rejoice the hearts of my children. As he pronounced the last words, he sprung upon her back, and in a few moments was out of sight.”—Goldsmith.
HA! seated on thy back once more,
My swift-wing'd steed, hurra!
My swift-wing'd steed, hurra !
We fly, we fly, hurra!
We fly, we fly, hurra!
As if bright faulchion met thy eye,
On, on, my steed, hurra!
i De Missa Privata, Tom. VII., p. 469., Witt. Edit. P. 82, Jenæ Edit. Germ. per Thoms. Tom. VI., p. 86, Altenberg Edit. See also the Conference with a prerace by Dr Lingard, the celebrated historian, published by Keating and Brown or some
"The war.cry of the Arabs.
TIME'S LIBRARY. An Extract from Travels in the Empyrean by Marcus Ærius, F.R.S. &c. We were now shown into the li- the best were thought worthy of senda brary of Father Time, and, by good ing to me, that I might make a sefortune, the old man happened to be lection : but now I will have whole there, arranging some volumes which cart-loads of them at my door every appeared to have lately arrived. I year; and were I to admit all the prowas much surprised on lookinground, ductions of even half-a-dozen years, to see the number of books so small; there would be more than sufficient indeed, for magnitude, the library is to fill my whole library, even were I surpassed by the sorriest modern col to throw its present contents to the lection. The whole room was not of dogs.” “But,” said 1, "printing is great dimensions ; about one half of now brought to such a degree of perit was filled with books, and the fection, and the facility of the operother was fitted up with shelves, for ation so great, that many volumes the reception of works as they came are produced, on local and passing in. We found the venerable Libra- subjects, which are never meant to go rian scated at a desk of adamant; he down to posterity; and it would be bore the marks of the greatest age of as absurd to pester you with these, as any being I had seen in my travels ; it would be to send you a hand-bill his few scattered locks were bleached or a lottery-puff. In my humble opito a snowy whiteness; his face was nion, then, you would be much relieve indented with deep furrows; but there ed by having some faithful deputy to was a sparkling freshness in his eye, make a proper selection previous to and his whole countenance indicated your own final revisal," " That is a great degree of youthful vigour, what I have long had,” replied he; and uncommon penetration and sa- “ do you suppose that I would have gacity. “ With your leave, my good patience to tease through their multifather, we have come to survey your farious heaps of trash -no; had I to library.” He turned about, gave a do so, I would lose all patience, and quick stare, but uttered not a word. very likely, some day, in a passion 1 advanced nearer. “A pleasant kick the whole out of my study door, enough recreation this, Sir, for a lei- and leave posterity to do their best sure hour.” “ Pleasant, indeed! a without them. But I will tell you plague on all such pleasures; 'tis such how I manage. You see that stream as these that have not left me the which runs into the cistern behind life of a dog. It is not enough that the study door,—that is the stream I should toil on from morning to called public opinion; it is of quicknight, and from night to morning silver, because the particles of which continually harrassed with one job that metal is composed are indivior another-for every lazy lubber dually, when disjoined, very unthrows his burthen on my shoulders ; steady and volatile, but, when united but I must be distressed with this into one mass, form the steadiest business also, which is every day get and most equable fluid in existence. ting worse upon my hands. Thanks Into that stream, then, are all works to this pretty invention of printing, thrown as they are published. Many I have got more trouble in this de sink to the bottom as soon as they partment of late, in one month, than are plunged in ; but all those which I used to do in a thousand years. It float down are received into this cisis not long since a few minutes in a tern. Sometimes, from the strength morning, every twenty or thirty years, of the current, and from one book were sufficient to bring up my lee bearing up another, intruders will way. The host of writers were not come down; but, as all are subjected so numerous in those days; and, be- to an inspection by me, such are not sides, the difficulty of multiplying allowed to have a place on my shelves, copies was so great, that all works of but are thrown out, or put into a byminor importance were allowed to .corner.” I looked out from the winsink into oblivion, and only a few of dow, in order to have a view of this famed stream. On the banks, I saw ber on their backs. The next he a number of people with poles and took up were two thin volumes, -I sticks in their hands, busily engaged read, Poems by T. Campbell. “ This in pushing off books from the shore. author,” said Time, “ought to be They tore out leaves from many, and held up as an example to all modern sent them skimming down the cur writers, whether of prose or poetry, rent. To some they were tying in- but especially of the latter; he is flated bladders of air, in order to indeed an ancient in this respect, and make them float, while to others they reminds me of the good old times; hung large lumps of lead in a sly he never obtrudes any thing on the manner, by which I saw they were public without selecting and polishimmediately sunk. " Are these ing his pieces with the most respecto people employed by you, Sir?” said ful care. I willingly allot a place in I. “Employed by me! that they my shelves for him,- voluminousness are not, indeed, they are to me à is a great drawback to the fame of a continual annoyance, and the cause poet; “The best of things beyond of much vexation and trouble in con- their measure cloy, as my good ducting this branch of my business. friend Homer used to say." I took They very often sink works which up a parcel of volumes tied together, would otherwise float down unmo- and marked on the back, " Waverlested, and their bladders often sup- tey," " Tales of my Landlord,” &c. port others a good way down the “Do you admit these ?" said I. “To stream, to the great annoyance of be sure I do ; and I have got them the other floating volumes. But all bound in the strongest and most subtheir malice comes at last to nought; stantial bindings, for many a tease the feeble threads by which they tie will they get from the striplings of on their lead gradually rot away, each succeeding generation : look up when the incumbered work rise's there, and see in what tatters are again to the surface, and pursues its those books on that shelf,(these were, course with greater speed than be- Tom Jones, Roderick Random, &c.); fore, and their inflated bubbles often in a similar state will these be by burst, or silently waste to an empty the time they are as old.” I expressskin, and down sinks the helplessed my surprise to see many novels volume, and sticks fast in the mud, of less note preserved here. “You never more to rise." I was proceed- need not be astonished at that,” said ing to say, that, although I thought he, “ for a thousand years hence, such persons might sometimes do when Civilization, and the ladies and harm, yet, on the whole, they were gentlemen of her suit, getting tired productive of good; but I observed of their old abodes, shall have taken that, during our conversation, he had up their residence in Otaheite or been busy in laying up some volumes, Kamschatka, when it will then be and I had missed the opportunity of the fashion to walk on the crown of ascertaining what they were. It was the head, and live at the bottom of in vain that I begged him to take coal mines, these works will afford them down again, to see the titles; some degree of amusement. People what he had once done was irrevo. will then be gratified in knowing cable; and, without a moment's delay, how their forefathers used to walk be proceeded to pile up others. The on their legs, and live on the surface first book which I had an opportu. of the earth,-how their grandnity of looking at was a thin volume mothers and maiden aunts used to of a few pages, closely printed; it sip tea, gossip, and coquette. Would was Marmion, the Lady of the Lake, it not have interested you to have &c. On my expressing my surprise heard how the mighty Cæsar delightat seeing the fair creature so slen- ed in sporting his four-in-hand, derly dressed, he told me that I was in what manner he set about shanot to suppose he could admit every ving his beard, how the grave, the one in their court-dress; and be thoughtful, stoical, and philosophic sides, said he, I could not stow that Cato, got into a passion with his lady and her associates on my shelves wife for not mending a hole in his with such a load of antiquated lum cloak,-or in what manner a Roman nymph would whimper and whine and diving amidst the mud of the when she supposed herself in love ? pools of Helicon." Here,” said he, taking up the cele- . “ I perceive, Sir,” said I, “ that brated works of a noble poet, “are of the works which you are kindly books which I must put on my storing up for futurity, a great proshelves. Their poetical merit is portion is of the poetical kind. Sure undisputed. I say not so much for the present age has been wonderfully their morality, but I have a great prolific in this department?” “Yes," variety of readers, and I must please returned he; “ I have now in my all. To be sure, I have books which possession a pretty mass of this imeven angels might condescend to per- mortal lumber. The labours of yse,--at the same time, I have others Hercules were but childrens' toying, which afford special merriment to compared to the toil of wading fiends.” “Excuse me, Sir, but I through my poetical shelves. It think the binding of these is not so was a good turn that those Goths strong as will enable them to endure and Vandals did me the other day, the handling which they will receive in demolishing the greater number if their future fame shall continue to of my shelves of Greek and Roman equal what it is at present.” “ Pooh!" compositions ; I had not the heart to said he; “ do you think the rage is do it myself, and I confess I was a to continue for ever? Many circum- little vexed when I heard it was done; stances conspire to heighten contem- but it was a very good thing ; it porary fame,-novelty, eccentricity, made those works which survived be birth, &c.; now-a-days, it is as great more esteemed, and their merits a miracle to hear of a poetical lord as better appreciated. I wish some of a poetical ploughman or sheep- thing of the same kind would hapshearer.”. A few more poetical works, pen to purge my modern shelves, and also some volumes on other sub- otherwise I shall have to look out for jects, followed, but with such rapidi- a new house ; and yet I am afraid ty, that I was barely able to ascertain this cannot be ; that trick they have their names, and had no opportunity got, of printing by multiplying copies of getting his remarks on them. I indefinitely, will baffle all attempts observed Wordsworth put by care of this kind.” fully ;-" This is a poet,” said the I began to observe, that, though librarian, “ who will by no means be printing may cause trifling inconveneglected by posterity, although he niences, yet these are infinitely will perhaps be saved the rather dis- counterbalanced by its advantages; gusting preference of being bandied but he interrupted me." It may be about in every clown's mouth, yet sO; I have not leisure to consider the he will not want his admirers of a matter ; all I can say is, I wish the particular cast. Aye, aye, this is our man who first invented it had been Dutch poet* ! pah! I feel the smell at But I am trifling here, of a fish dung-hill; well, well, he when my presence is required elsemust go in; he has merit, but where. Good-morning, Sir!" and he strangely applied. It is a pity I did darted away in an instant, leaving not construct a second gallery, for us in astonishment at so inuch agisuch poets who delight in grovelling lity displayed by such an aged and among the dung-hills of Parnassus, decrepid being.