blocks, were laid down, and a superstructure raised which could not be easily demolished. While I could not consider the sentiments advanced as scriptural, I could admire the logic, and be charmed by the finished eloquence. A high churchman would call such a discourse" a mighty effort."

I listened to Mr. Melville again, on another occasion, as he was discoursing upon another theme, when my previous impressions were confirmed, and I saw pervading every sentence of his discourse that rich, evangelical vein of thought which runs through so many of his published discourses, and which has given him so much fame on both sides of the ocean.

We must hurry now to a new scene. It is Sabbath morning, and we find ourselves in front of St. George's Cathedral, where we are to see and hear

CARDINAL WISEMAN.

We pay our tribute at the door, and pass into the gloomy-looking edifice, and find the service already commenced. Robed priests and ignorant people are chanting songs which carry us at once back to the middle ages, and set us down amid the mummeries of olden times. The very music seems to squeak and groan; the walls seem to echo back sad sounds; and every line of the service tells of martyrdom. But as this may be all the effect of imagination, we let it pass.

After chanting and praying, getting up and sitting down, bowing and standing, kneeling and sitting, burning incense and sprinkling water, the cardinal mounts into the pulpit, and commences a discourse upon the "Mission of Immanuel." The personal appearance of the prelate is coarse, and his speech, on this occasion, was weak and inefficient. His hair is changing to

gray; his forehead is low; his cheeks full and red. Cunning is stamped upon every line of his counte nance; and I think any one who is accustomed to study the expressions of the human face would mark our subject as a man of duplicity and fraud. I saw no public man in England who possessed such a repulsive exterior, in whose features there was such an exhibition of gross and sensual passion.

One day, while walking along the streets of London, I saw a caricature of the cardinal. He was represented as holding a mask before his face, the mask bearing the features of the adorable Savior. From behind the mask the cardinal was looking out, as if he had just lifted the covering. His own gross and cunning look contrasted painfully with the mild, benevolent, saintlike look of Jesus, whose character has been stolen by the prelate to cover up his own wicked and daring schemes.

Nor does the face of Mr. Wiseman belie his character. He is what he looks to be, and has become an object of contempt to the whole English nation. Dr. Cumming, of Crown Court, related to me an incident. which will give an illustration of the general character of this leading ecclesiastical of the Catholic church in England. The doctor had stated publicly that Pius IX. and Cardinal Wiseman, according to the laws of their church, had taken an oath to persecute heretics to the best of their ability. Dr. Doyle, the suffragan Bishop of Westminster, denied the fact as far as it related to the cardinal, and declared, in the name of his superior, that he took no such oath. This denial was sent to several newspapers of the metropolis, and Dr. Cumming stood charged with slander. To relieve himself, he obtained, as far as possible, every edition of the

Pontifical; and in all of them the persecuting clause was found, and he wrote to the papers which had published Doyle's denial to this effect. Soon after, he received a line from the secretary of Cardinal Wiseman, stating that, by the special indulgence of his holiness the pope, this objectionable article had been left out in the case of bishops who were subjects of the English crown, and that Dr. Cumming might examine the Pontifical for himself. Taking with him two friends, Dr. Cumming proceeded on his errand, very glad to be able to satisfy his own doubts, and to atone, if he had done the cardinal an unintentional wrong. The remainder of the story I will tell in his own words.

“On our arrival at the cardinal's house, a page came to the door. I asked, 'Is the cardinal at home?' 'No, sir,' he said; his eminence left town on Saturday.' I said, 'I am very sorry for it; for I appointed to meet him to-day to inspect a book.' The lad said he supposed the secretary could answer me. We then sent in our cards; and the secretary very courteously received us, and showed us into a large room, over the mantel shelf of which there was a splendid ivory crucifix and some illuminated texts. I told the secretary our errand, and he said he perfectly understood it. He then brought to us a truly magnificent Pontifical, the most beautiful one I ever saw, with richly-illuminated engravings. He opened the book, and showed us a blank leaf, on which the oath was written, having the persecuting clause left out. I said, 'In this country, when an alteration is made in a will, or in a lease, there are always initials attached to that alteration. I am much obliged to you for showing it to me, but this does not seem to have any authority beyond the fact of its being written on his eminence's Pontifical.' I then turned to the oath

taken by a bishop, (my charge, be it remembered, had reference to archbishops,) and there I found that a pen had been carefully drawn across the persecuting clause, but leaving it legible enough. By whom was this done?' I asked. 'I do not know, sir,' he replied. 'On what authority was it done?' 'I have no instructions.' The ink, I may mention, was jet black. There were no initials. It was argued, by a defendant of the cardinal, that the ink was applied thirty years ago. If it was so, the inkmaker ought to be canonized. This miracle beats any of Liguori's. Every paper of mine that has been covered with ink ten years has turned red and rusty, owing to the action of the acid in the atmosphere; but this wonderful ink has stood thirty years unscathed, and become blacker the older it grows! This, I said, was one of the most wonderful miracles the church of Rome could produce; that, thirty years ago, before Morel or Walkden were born, there was ink made so splendid, that it defied wind and weather, acid and alkali, and was as black on the day I go to see it as it ever was before. So far, so wonderful. But I was anxious to make my charge good, and I turned to the service for an archbishop receiving the pallium — an archiepiscopal cloak, woven, as I have already shown, from the wool of certain sheep, presented once a year by the nuns of St. Agnes. The sheep are ceremoniously set apart, and ceremoniously shorn; and the wool is worked into a pallium, which is given to a bishop when he is made an archbishop. The receiver cannot transfer it to another; he must be buried in it when he dies. This pallium is said, in the Pontifical, to possess the full pontifical virtue.' Tractarians say that their apostolical succession is transmitted from link to link, like the electric fluid along the wires of a telegraph;

but they have a far quicker way of doing the business at Rome. When the pallium is put on the shoulder, the sacred virtue penetrates every pore, till the archiepiscopal wearer is within an inch of explosion with pontifical virtue. I looked at the oath taken by the archbishop on receiving this pallium, and, to my utter astonishment, and that of Admiral Harcourt also, who could scarcely believe his senses, I read in it the very clause Hereticos, schismaticos, et rebelles, Domino nostro, vel successoribus prædictis, pro posse, persequar et impugnabo,' unaltered and untouched. I then said to the secretary, 'This is just what I alleged. I said that the archbishop, on taking the pallium, swears to persecute and attack us heretics. You have shown me the service, and here stands the very clause. Dr. Wiseman's own Pontifical confirms all. How do you explain this? He turned very pale, and bowed out of the room, saying, 'I am not a priest, sir; I am not a priest.' I copied the clause out carefully. I have often set my wits to work to ascertain how this sad retention of the clause în one service had happened."

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I asked Dr. Cumming if he did not, while thus exposing the artifices of the church of Rome, fear personal injury from some of the satellites of the pope. "O, no," said he; "there are here so many Catholics of standing and character, who would not like to be connected with violence and murder, that they would frown down any attempt to injure a Protestant. They would lose their character by such an attempt. In your country it is different, as the Catholics occupy a very different position."

Would time and space admit, I might dwell longer upon the frauds and duplicity of Cardinal Wiseman, the head of the Catholic church in the dominions of