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But bigotry, it has been said, makes the author write against Popery; and
thorough-going bigotry, indeed, will make a person say or do anything.
But the writer is a very pretty bigot truly! Where will the public find
traces of bigotry in anything he has written? He has written against
Rome with all his heart, with all his mind, with all his soul, and with
all his strength; but as a person may be quite honest, and speak and
write against Rome, in like manner he may speak and write against her,
and be quite free from bigotry; though it is impossible for any one but a
bigot or a bad man to write or speak in her praise, her doctrines,
actions, and machinations being what they are.

Bigotry! The author was born, and has always continued in the wrong
Church for bigotry, the quiet, unpretending Church of England--a Church
which had it been a bigoted Church, and not long suffering almost to a
fault, might with its opportunities, as the priest says in the text, have
stood in a very different position from which it occupies at present.
No! let those who are in search of bigotry, seek for it in a Church very
different from the inoffensive Church of England, which never encourages
cruelty or calumny. Let them seek for it amongst the members of the
Church of Rome, and more especially amongst those who have renegaded to
it. There is nothing, however false and horrible, which a pervert to
Rome will not say for his Church, and which his priests will not
encourage him in saying; and there is nothing, however horrible--the more
horrible indeed and revolting to human nature, the more eager he would be
to do it--which he will not do for it, and which his priests will not
encourage him in doing.

Of the readiness which converts to popery exhibit to sacrifice all the
ties of blood and affection on the shrine of their newly-adopted
religion, there is a curious illustration in the work of Luigi Pulci.
This man, who was born at Florence in the year 1432, and who was deeply
versed in the Bible, composed a poem, called the 'Morgante Maggiore,'
which he recited at the table of Lorenzo de Medici, the great patron of
Italian genius. It is a mock-heroic and religious poem, in which the
legends of knight-errantry, and of the Popish Church, are turned to
unbounded ridicule. The pretended hero of it is a converted giant,
called Morgante; though his adventures do not occupy the twentieth part
of the poem, the principal personages being Charle