I would tell him faithfully and affectionately of the glorious finished work of a crucified and risen Saviour. I would tell him of that righteousness that could cover all his nakedness, that precious blood that could cleanse him from all his sin. I would proclaim to him the glad tidings of free and full salvation in the Lord Jesus. I would exhort him to turn from those refuges of lies to the mercy of his - Saviour and his God; and as I loved and valued his soul and his eternal happiness, I would cry, NO POPERY. (Hear, hear, and loud cheers.)

، But it is not only for the happiness, for the salvation of the Roman Catholics, but for the sake of every blessing we value in our Protestant empire; as I value the blessings of civil and religious liberty; as I value the maintenance of the Established Christian Church; as I value all that is dear to man; as I value even life itself; I would make my voice echo, if I could, from every rock upon the shores of the United Empire; and the words it should resound should be NO POPERY. (Loud cheers.)

'I would go into the conclave of the Popish bishops, where they concoct their secret statutes and their traitorous and cruel laws, and shout in their ears NO POPERY. (Loud cheering.)

'I would go into their conferences with their priests, and while I saw them with their Dens' Theology and Canon Laws in their hands, holding their conclave to concoct their cruelties and crimes, I would lift up my voice, and in the name of the Holy God I would cry out NO POPERY. (Loud cheering.)

I would go into the Ribbon Lodge, and tell my poor unhappy countrymen that their popish masters,

instead of leading them as they ought, to truth, and peace, and happiness, in time and in eternity, were leading them to guilt, and misery, and blood, and everlasting perdition; and I would make the Ribbon Lodge resound with the cry of NO POPERY. (Hear, and loud cheering.)

'I would go into the House of Commons. (Loud and continued cheers.) I would look Papal perjury in the face, and while I gave notice of a motion to expel its pollution, (hear, hear,) in the name of England, and of England's God, I would shout out NO POPERY. (Deafening cheering.)

I would go into the House of Lords. I would take with all deference the report of their own committee in my hand. I would appeal to them whether it did not furnish demonstration of the cause of our misery. I would lay before them the authors and movers of the crimes they had detected; and even in the midst of that august assembly I would cry NO POPERY. (Loud cheering.)

'I would go into the Privy Council; I would tell the Papal Privy Councillor, that he must be of necessity a traitor, for if he was not a traitor to his master, the Pope, he must be a traitor to the Protestant Queen of England, and I would cry NO POPERY. (Loud and repeated cheers.)

'I would go to the very footstool of the throne, (hear, hear, and cheers,) and with a heart as full of loyalty and love to our gracious Sovereign as any subject in her realm; prompted by these very feelings, I would tell her how her confidence had been basely dishonoured and betrayed by the men that ought to have laid down a thousand lives in her defence. (Hear, hear.) I would remind her gracious

Majesty of the sacred principles of eternal truth, for the defence of which her royal ancestors were placed upon the British throne. I would remind her, that the throne that is founded on eternal truth, alone can look with confidence for its stability to God.

'I would remind her of the high and holy covenant that ratified her sacred title to reign over a free and Protestant nation. I would tell her that the best security for the love and loyalty of a people to their Sovereign was based on pure religion, and their faith and fealty to their God. I would tell her that the Protestant religion was, under God, the only solid bulwark of the British throne, and that on the very heart of Britain's Monarch ought to be engraven the words, NO POPERY. (Loud cheering.)

I would go to the very Vatican, and warn that Man of Sin, the Pope, to renounce the horrid blasphemy. O, think what blasphemy it is; a miserable sinner of the earth daring to call or think himself the Vicar of the Lord of Life and Glory. I would warn him, as a fellow sinner, to "flee from the wrath to come;" tell him, that "all manner of sins and blasphemies should be forgiven unto men ;” that there was mercy for his guilty soul in the very Saviour whom he dishonoured, and that if there was hope for his soul, he must cry NO POPERY. (Hear, and cheers.)

‘In fine, sir, as a Brother, as a Man, as a Christian, above all, as a Minister of Christ, I trust I shall never close my lips upon the subject till they are sealed in death, or till that day shall come when heaven and earth shall take up the song of praise, that Babylon is cast, like a millstone, into the deep, when the Lord of Glory shall appear; when she shall

be consumed with the word of his mouth, and destroyed with the brightness of his coming.'

'God give him grace to redeem his pledge, and to continue faithful even unto death,' I said, when folding the paper.

'Do you remember the exhibition of the Reformation Society's great map, at Exeter Hall, some years since, where M'Ghee pointed out the Popish chapels darkening the land?"

'I do, indeed: and, alas! they have greatly increased since that day.'

'True, they have done so; but oh, how the bright beam of opposing truth has lightened more and more through the length and breadth of our country! The cunning manoeuvres of the foe were long unheeded: he worked the mine below, and made on the surface his cautious approach towards our unguarded gates. Now, God be praised! many thousands among us have been awakened to the danger, have sprung to the walls, in one hand the weapon, in the other the trumpet, rebuilding, watching, warding as of old. The purposes of God towards us as a nation we cannot fathom; but undoubtedly he is preparing a people to glorify him in the fires, and in the hour of tribulation to shew forth his praise.'