unhappily deemed a species of intolerance their religious duty; that Bishops of our church were among the first that contended against this error; and finally, that since the reformation, when tolerance became a fashion, the Church of England, in a tolerating age, has shewn herself eminently tolerant, and far more so, both in Spirit and in Fact, than many of her most bitter opponents, who profess to deem toleration itself an insult on the rights of mankind! As to myself, who not only know the Church-Establishment to be tolerant, but who see in it the greatest, if not the sole safe bulwark of Toleration, I feel no necessity of defending or palliating oppressions under the two Charleses, in order to exclaim with a full and fervent heart, ESTO PERPETUA! Fire, Famine, and Slaughter. A WAR ECLOGUE. The Scene, a desolated Tract in la Vendee. FAMINE is discovered lying on the ground; to her enter FIRE and SLAUGHTER. FAMINE. SISTERS! sisters! who sent you here? SLAUGHTER (to Fire.) I will whisper it in her ear. FIRE. No! no! no! Spirits hear what spirits tell : "Twill make an holiday in Hell. No! no! no! Myself, I nam'd him once below, And all the souls, that damned be, Leapt up at once in anarchy, Clapp'd their hands and danced for glee. They no longer heeded me; But laugh'd to hear Hell's burning rafters Unwillingly re-echo laughters! He came by stealth, and unlock'd my den, And I have drank the blood since then Of thrice three hundred thousand men. Who bade you do't? Both. SLAUGHTER. The same! the same! Letters four do form his name. He let me loose, and cried, Halloo! FAMINE. Thanks, sister, thanks! the men have bled, With bones and skulls I made a rattle, To frighten the wolf and carrion-crow And the homeless dog-but they would not go. So off I flew for how could I bear I heard a groan and a peevish squall, you guess what I saw there? Both. Whisper it, sister! in our ear. VOL. II. I |