ven as those
who have made it probably knew it to be. He is the servant of no society
whatever. He eats his own bread, and is one of the very few men in
England who are independent in every sense of the word.

It is true he went to Spain with the colours of that society on his
hat--oh! the blood glows in his veins! oh! the marrow awakes in his old
bones when he thinks of what he accomplished in Spain in the cause of
religion and civilisation with the colours of that society on his hat,
and its weapon in his hand, even the sword of the word of God; how with
that weapon he hewed left and right, making the priests fly before him,
and run away squeaking: "Vaya! que demonio es este!" Ay, and when he
thinks of the plenty of bible swords which he left behind him, destined
to prove, and which have already proved, pretty calthrops in the heels of
Popery. "Halloo! Batuschca," he exclaimed the other night, on reading
an article in a newspaper; "what do you think of the present doings in
Spain? Your old friend the zingaro, the gitano who rode about Spain, to
say nothing of Galicia, with the Greek Buchini behind him as his squire,
had a hand in bringing them about; there are many brave Spaniards
connected with the present movement who took bibles from his hands, and
read them and profited by them, learning from the inspired page the
duties of one man towards another, and the real value of a priesthood and
their head, who set at nought the word of God, and think only of their
own temporal interests; ay, and who learned Gitano--their own Gitano--from
the lips of the London Caloro, and also songs in the said Gitano, very
fit to dumbfounder your semi-Buddhist priests when they attempt to
bewilder people's minds with their school-logic and pseudo-ecclesiastical
nonsense, songs such as--

"Un Erajai
Sinaba chibando un sermon . . ."

--But with that society he has long since ceased to have any connection;
he bade it adieu with feelings of love and admiration more than fourteen
years ago; so, in continuing to assault Popery, no hopes of interest
founded on that society can sway his mind--interest! who, with worldly
interest in view, would ever have anything to do with that society? It
is poor, and supported, like its founder Christ, by poor people; and so
far from having political influence, it is in such disfavour, and has
ever been, with the dastardly great, to whom the government of England
has for many years past b