FOIi THE OdCASTON OK IHK I (ECUMENICAL COUNCIL, I" i The 8th December 1869. w "Ihujc est dies quam fecit Doininns." I THE C/ESAR AND THE PONTIFF. ij, A Poem written bv P. J. Bucklby, A. B, ,^0 TA«n P4 '-ii^^ -^. Bpes auluai non coufundit. HcneilMi qui vononint in "i" fidjntorium noHtriun P. P, IX. 'Jl i r»l*ICJK, iiiO C'enfc«. Pletjtri^iil : IMPHIMEIUE CANADIENNE, E. LABELLE et Cie., IMPBIMEUES. No, 228, me Notiik Damb. 1B69, >w^ ^S^^\«^MrS|Jk«^^.^^^ V',- S^'i-JL PREFACE. « Virtus nemo sine nascitur : optimus ille Qui minimis uigttuv." Hou. I Sat. ii, 68. « We havo all our vices and the best 18 lu' who with the fewest is opprcst." Francis. Here I am again, gentle reader (at least I trust that you will be gentle), standing upon the threshold of public opinion, with mv little essay in hand, like another Linkum Fldelis, witliout any of the stoical indifference of that gentleman in bhick, awaiting, like a pendulum between a hope and a fear, the decision of the aggregate of intelligent criticism. For moral support, however, 1 lean, more or less, upon the above citation from the autlior of the " xirs rnetica,'' which means, in effect, tliat no one is perfect — lience I say '* let him who is free from sin throw the lirst stone." I don't mean by this to escape legithnate criticism : but, all I ask is, that if there be anything in lul-^ little poetic effusion to redeem it from condemnation, let it be taken into consideration with as much generosity as its faults may be mercilessly chastised. I may lie pcTuutted to say that there are always a few, who make it a studied point to search for nothing but faults in their neigiibours, and, conseipiently, are very apt to throw the donbt, which should be in mv favour, against me. 11 Few would wish to boar tlio imputation of self-conceit, yet, many are inclined to do that whicli betrays this innate weak- ness of our frail nature — in tlie meantime hugging themselves with a false consciousness of the purest motives. Now there is no action more calculated to betray our inconsistency than a disposition to deprccnat" 1 he elforts, and misconstrue the inten- tions of our neighbours, »in the meantime, carefully keeping out of sight some little ol»s('nr(> virtue, which might cover a multitude of sins. This singular perwhunt in the few, (with all honour to our better nature), is a luxury indulged in only by those who are suffering from a poverty of thought, which renders them rather objects of pity than perstjus who can do any harm. The whole mystery of this prurient disposition of the invidious to lind fault with others, particularl}' when they presume to step out of the ordinary ranks of life, and assume the garb of an author, «liicc., is nothing more nor less than a secret self-conceit soured with a little tincture of malice ^»'e- pense against the adventurer, who dares to break the discipline of every -day-life. As I have already remarked, I don't mean to dispute the I'ight of criticism, provided it be unbiassed and invested in all the qualifications of a clear head, guided by correct rules of taste taken from nature and modiiied by art. Mere personal taste is no criterion — "' de gustibus non est disputandum :" — for as well might you say that private interpretation un- inspired is infallible. It is the aggregate of opinion (which is peculiar to man) govei'ned by intelligence iind education and fermented with the motivt; of protecting the literary market from spurious productions, that sliould sit in judgement upon the relative and intrinsic merits of the literary confections served up for the public palate. We are all fallible : hence let even the critic remember, while he forms his judgment, that he is as liable to stumble {cave ne tituhas, " for even the great Honier sometimes nods-") lU m Iii8 docisioii. as tlu; poor mithor, whon) lie prepares to dissect, and wlioae motive may not be so much to tispire to literary excellence as to mainfest his attachment to tiie subject. If the eflbrt be unworthy of the subject, an apology may be found in the motive. 1 am only repeating in substance the sf y; timent of Mr. Steele in the Tattler, when I say that, Crit'sc«i'T vir, a people between the learned and the ignorant, and./t.Mi.^h«i>' situation enjoy the tranquility of neither ; and, that ^> -oriticH stand among men in the same ratio as men do in general between brutes and angels, every man, as he is a critic and a coxcomb, until improved by reason jind education, is apt to forget himself and wantonly lay open the fiiults of others with undue severity. I feel sure tluit the dignity of my subject is far beyond any effort of mine, and I would never have attempted such an undertaking WH?re I not actuated by the request of some worthy friends, and a latent wish on my own part to drop a little tribute of love and loytilty, even though it be a '• widow's mite," in the great the:-iaaru,s of ndmiration for the star-king of the nineteenth century, our illustrious Pontiff Pius IX, justly styled the Great. ^ii The AuTJioK. > 7o the l^i[jht lii'vd Dr. (Jonndly. Anhlmliop of Halifax. YouK Gkac^e, It is only \\\i\\ li't'lliigs ol" tlu! most profound resptnit and reverencL', minified with soiitimonts ol' the highest esteeiri lor one who has eonmiauded tiic admiration ol' the religious and political world, and one who luis heen justly sty letl the '^ Hughes ol' the North," that 1 presume to approach Your Grace with a dedication ol' the following little poem, which, not discerning the subject, I would wish to be more worthy of so distinguish- ed a patron. The deliciency, however, of my comj)osition in a literary point of view will, I trust, be in some manner compensated ])y the motives which have actuated me, who desire to make this a record in the future of a commerce with one, who is pre-eminent for his merit to mankind, patron- age to literature and science, and knowledge in the matter of which I have treated. This little d(^dication I make to Y^our Grace free from all impertinent praises usually incidental to such things, simply because such confections are distasteful to the palate (^f one who is high above the breath of adulation, and to whom I may apply with propriety the following line from Horace. " Male si pulpere, recalcitnit iiiuliqtie tiitiis." HoRAOK. Sat. ' 1'. 20. "Ho spuins lh( n.ittcror and his saucy praise," FitANCIS. t Yours, Most Respectfully, P. J. BUCKLEY. Montreal, 15th Oct. 1869. Komi: Tin: c.ivsar, axd Tin-: ihaxtiff. IN\()('.\TI()\. Of (Im'C, O T^nM.': -I'licniitl f{(MiH'. F shw TJiy iiii,i(lify ('a->ar, iiiwi (liy F>oniifr-kiii;4nL Vc Shitdi's (»i' IIoiMcv, \'if^'il, Cic'ro co/nc, liispiiv my (linnr uiil, llioiio|,(s of A)u-icMi( i{(„ne liiai no imtnii), may l»!m- ||,is huml.k' mm, ' W liK li i^nvos a )M.r(rail oflir A(ii;-iis(aii a-r'o! — Olhow Ihy {'.Tsar, in liis nia,«;i,- n,ii>|,t, I'l'l Near lliy ra-'los in ijicir lofty ni'j^ui riitii all iialioiis ili<| his miinc rehearse. AikI iiomi^ sa( <^uee!i of ail ih..- IFniveive I — Then, as in I'ev'ivnd mve we li')|(| our hreath l'ieli)ro thi^ Mii--h(y empire ejiished to dcHth Amid 1hesilenr«' of her ir,)(|,ic hill,-- ' () Sha.kis of ehrisiian martyrs niiso tlie pall And s.-fj.tirs .shew that. Uoiiicis not yv\ dead Mm weak, heeaiise the Pagan fiend liath fled,-- l''\-ori'ised hy il,i. Immhle Fisherman, AVhnstMJynasty s(lll holds the A'aliean, Where sliimhers all aulhorilv on earth] And i-arnal T?om<" ' And saeri^d, why? heeaiise 'I was here thai Truth Poured out the hest blood of lier .^en'rous ^■olUh • AtxI, -rew and fiuurisjied until now she ejills ' ller august ("ouneils in the ('jesar's halls;— Morover holy since anlid was wMjisliipi'd in thy fatuconilis ;■ — AVhon Jionian viilor sliowtMl liow it conid bleed, When holy niolixivs sanclitied (hf deo(i. — liut wlio is iu* thai how sits in the (diair on v'Irr, and who still pfonoiuicfs thd't* Tlu' truth, like onr who lias aiithovily, irispiri'd with lililit y ? It is our I'ontiirKinu', (lii.> l.rilliaut Star That, still is seen o'ei- IU!lhUdn'n> afai- By those, who soidv tin; (rod of rii^hteousness, — Withal so Tni/^hty in his hel|>leHt*ness! — SOME SKill FOR I'AdAN ROMK. 8onie ohnrlisli antiquarians soandi and si^h Anion{;st the dusty a^es now i;one l»y, And dote on some old. rusty, iron pin That's said t've tou»died a Roman matron's ehin — A hr-okeii pitchei- <;ets a eoslly shrijie, As it' it were a relic- all divine — Ik^fore the fragments of a wooden dish. ¥i'h, may inents of the Bolt/ Cross, Whereon th' hnarnate 8on of (lod most High Did fbi" UH sutler, and did for us die. If things be saei-ed then, because thoy'i-e old. And flourished in what's eal'ed the age of gold, They must admit great roverenee is due The golden arc that links the old and new, — Our August Pio, Pontiff, King and Sage, With all the worth of this enlightened age !— 3 S'»mo psf'ii.lo f'hrlstiHnu lontr to niisp lh»> p.'iM Ofclassic silonco tliut <()iic«'iil.s the /all OrpjiKMii Homo, Hiul <\vmu\ Ium- kiioli llwy lienr, And sec ln'f Ixd-iM' ii|)()ii u ;t^or^(<(iiiH l>itM* Kst'oi-tod to the toinl. I.y wrcpin^'' triiin.s OrcoiKjuciv.l nations iii tlicii- yoldm chains VVhu prayed t\w hour lo hido within tho oai-'th lliostrmnp.M nw»ih<"r vvh(. rntail<»d their hirth h-om ol),s(iire joy fo hrilliaiit slavery, To swell the niiinher of her fundi vf ' And. dunein^r „„ hor joiah in mad' (ieli^'ht hey enish.Ml an empire with their vandal mi.'ht; lliMs f^aehin^r Ui„u.s '(is !„>tter far to rule I^oiiillwarh within the j.reeinetH of a Hehool 1 han rule an empire wlieiv i|,o sun no(»r sets Mnt where each day is juM^irnant with rei^^rets.' And bleedin,..' Jiearts arc wishing f.r the" hour Of woaknesH l>ut to crush the monstrous pow'r That dared \n r.d. theni of tlioir lihorty, Then say 'twas done throu^^h nia^niaiumity. imj()i»iik(;y anu advice. Beware, O Kin-s ! beware ! the time will come \V hen nations, now (hat spurn the yoke of Romo .Shall weep rojuorseful tears o'er ev'ry Da-'-e Oi history that chronieles the ago '^ Wherein the children left the mother's breast lo suckle falsehood Ironi the pajis of lust ; And, with'rinij: in their premature decay Shall then wish back in vain the sunny day \\ hen, clustere.l round her lap in youthful bliss, Ihey each received a mother's holy kiss ; And. each retlcctiii;:>; \\\ their cath'l'ic face Some feature of their mothei-'s mystic L'race J'.m braced each other in fidelity, * ' And all was univeryal charity! But why too late! Sure sorrow's ne'er too late' And one small tear might chan^^e eternal fate? lis not ; for now our Pontiif King ijivites All men to come once more and taste delicrhts — J)elights peculiar to the Councit Board ' That's governed by the vicar of the Lonl — Of doctrines, which of truth do savour iuost Because confected by the Holy (Ihost » Repent. ~ he reconciled to God above Who is the Grod of Justice as of love [ Since iiHlicjiiH go no lurtlier Umu tho tomb, ' T'\H licro aloiit' they got reward or doom. Ktoriial JiiKfico, \vh«Mi liy sin 'tin vextMl, Mu!eHHed in this world or the next. r^i'oud tialions, Umk Ihen to your destin}'! Take this advice, I give it willingly ! And all yon an1i:irs Her veneral)l(^ head 'mid scoll's and sneers Of upstart nations whom she's given bii-th, Who forfeit heaven but to cling to earth, — Still higiu'r, nobler in ber destiny. Than IJome e'er dreamt of in anli(|uity! — Her j>agan glorv. virtues, triumphs, all — 7VII tliis. because 'twas human, needs must fall ! Tho Forum, too, where liomans did rejoice Beneath the magie of a (Jic'i-o's voice, — VVhicii plucived persuasion from their spell-bound ears Till lost amid the thundcj- of thcii- cheers, — Is luisheii in ruined dlence, vt'ril}, ]5ut 'tis the silence oi' sublimity ; — 'Tis breathles.s wonder of the pagan mind 1)1 ailmiration of the • milk-white liind ' ThatV taken refuge "moiig the seven hills. And ev'ry vallej- with its jiresence tills; Though all courageous, still divinely sliy, — Harassed by all, •• she's fated not to die." Some needy poets, — ^sentimental fools, Brought tbrth and fo.stered in Ihe Voltaire, schools, WlKClike their ])arent, are most brilliant cbeals, And all sagacious in their own conceits, — With tancies, v.-hich with hectic pleaHUi'c please, While life is w^asting 'neath a fell disease — These lordhj mimuthrope.s, wlio love to roam For glory which they could not finle of libert> To shackle Truth Avith gross idolatry, — These mad eccentric s must, in honeyed rhymes, Whine after pagan Rome and pagan times! — O hap[)y fall to chriHtiarnty I To science, art, ami Bweet hunuinity! From havi)ig Iteen the ravager of peace, To be the radiator of all grace ! — O happy me to be a christian then! And, would tliat I could dip my humble pen In some .seraphic heart ! In words of lovo I'd write my gratitude to God above With golden letter.^ on each turning page Of time, from Adam down to man's last age, 'Till Eome, all radiant with tJie pilgrims hopes The queen of nations as she is of popes, — Kestored to life by Christianity, Would, on the portals of eternity, Shine out to spirits j>assing on the wing, '• Jit)ino made Eternal by the Pon lift- King I " TIIEGVESARS. The CiBsars guided by no other aiiu, Than have their names embalmed in earthly fame - .Some good l)y nature, others so ]>y rules, Some more to ape conceit of Grecian schools, — More still in hopes that others might applaud, But iione so, purely for the love of God. A virtue cultured but to prop a vice, Jlonco go )d from policy, but not t'vom choice. Depraved ambition at the root of all, The root decaying then the tree must fall. Their instinct — passion, and their law — the sword. To fill their cofters other nations poured Their lives and treasures in the bloody train That traclv-ed the Ciesars in their lust for gain — The ancestors of kings, who rule us now, Were force;! at Caesar's nod their necks to bow, To make a stirrup for his tyrant foot, And hear their praises in a Roman hoot ; And, as they walked in pompous slavery. To grace the chariot wheels of victory. They wondered why such demi-gods as these Should leave such gorgeous palaces and ease To gather pebbles on barbarian seas. THE PONTIFF-KING PIUS IX. My language human, he all but divine, His virtues must look mean in words like mine. Remember well, though words can't clothe his fame, A. gentleman in rags is still the same ; And, if my thoughts aspire too high for me, It is because I Hko good company ! — All grace and virtue of the early days Seem to a focus brought like scattered rayh, "While nature, prodigal of all her art, Doth emulate herself in ev'ry part, And all her sterling coin deposits in, At highest interest, our Pontitt'-King. — "We equals envy, and the pow'rful fear, — To those beneath us pity drops a tear ; But him, who in his sublime solitude, Wr.ipped in the sunshine of his fortitude, Like some lone Arrarat tow'ra high above All human passion, we respect and love — CAUSE OP DISAFFECTION. Some moments in our lives the festive flow Is choked with sorrow, and, all big with woe, We rush to human sources for relief, "Where joy abortive perishes in grief — The soul bewildered and the poor heart tome, Amid the ruin reasen raves forlorn ; — Dark clouds of error roll and lightnings flash, And fiendish passions all their rancour dash Against the hoary rock of truth sublime, That tranquil stands amid the wreck of time.^ Assuming ignorance, with lying lips, Foul slanders, calumnies, and hatred heaps -«- Whilst aspieh envy, nursed in bigotry, And hid in schemes of dark hypocricy, Bedizened in the tawdry rhetoric And flimsy lo^pic of an empiric. Instills a spurious faith that's pregnant with Domestic ruin and eternal death. — Some saints of latter days with Satan cry, ""We'd rather reign in hell than serve on high ;" Without the slightest hope of either here. They're sure to be the meanest menials there. These lions iu their own conceits rejoice In all the discord of their brasen voice, And, where they find an echo, leave a spell That mesmerizes nations into hell. The exhalations of their hellish plots Do breed sedition and rebellious thoughts, While ruffian passions, ready for the spark, Take fire and howl around the little bdrk, Which with the Fisherman rides safely on, Whilst kingdoms, empires, — all that's human gone And buried underneath the waves of time, — Are heard of bat in legend and in rhyme. Thus perish all, who dare with impious hand To touch the ark, e'en though tbcy meant to lend Their help to what might seem to them to fall, But in its helpless strength, confounds them all, — Sustained by him, who said, "Though all things fail, Against my Church hell's gates shall ne'er ;iovail." THE LIFE OP POFE PIUS LIKE A STIIEAM. Away amid the sunny days of youth, When reason still was struggling for the truth. And heart and soul were yet untouched by sin, And holy innocence there slept within, M.y mother taught me how to lisp a name That has run out of bi*eath all earthly fame. And since caught up by Angels lips from earth. The heav'ns resound with " Long live Pius Ninth." His holy life seems like a limpid stream. Which in its depths admits a neav'uly beam Of love reflecting in its happy face The jewel in its soul of virgin grace ; Meand'ring now in happy solitude. And rippling in its own beatitude. Until within the very hearts of those. Who broke its alQmbers,it hath found repose. Now seen, now lost, it flows through peace and strife Imparting beauty to surrounding fife, — Through rough and smooth diffusing ev'ry place The rich alluvia of its hidden gr«oe, That makes its generative presence felt Along that solitarv fertile belt Of gcxxlly hearts, hot-beds of chArity, Which take their warmth from Catholicity ; Then, like some grand majestic river, flows And scorns all human eflforts as it goes. In all its lowly anoffeDding might, Caressing virtue And respecting right, Until at last it finds its aestined home Among the waters of the See of Jtome. With all th« gentleness of honest pride Again we see that stream in exile glide j And, though diverted from its proper coarse, It's sure to ^nd again its rocky source. 8 No banks can liold it, for it must Ixj fret To find its refuse in the Holy Sex, And, if arrested in its winding length, It gathers up in ail its mystic strengtli, Anath'mas thiind'ring in its boiling zeal For right, religion, and for Cath'lic weal ; 'Till, struck with awe, admiring nations meet To pa}'^ obedience and to kiss its feet ; Then, as if frightened at the sound it made. It runs away into the silent shade Of meditation, pious works and pray'r, Reflecting heaven in its bosom there. PIUS IX AS IMUKST. Far more than Solomon, Ir.it less than Ohris(, lie joins their sceptres in th(s Kingly Priest. — Behold him in the church, with (rod's own poor, l)isj)cnsing to each ptiticnr s,(ul i!s cure ! — • With all the fierceness of a dove the i-ich He chiiles, with kindness melts the liardened wrelch ; And, as he mid-way near the altar stands, " Where none ascend but clean of heart a.id hands." Liico holy Moses on the mount of old, When (rod his laws in awful ihundcu' told — The one imposing love, the other fear — Their God with them, but not like ours, so near — With all Pontifical magnificence, Where passions played in pristine innocence Composed in piety his han;-.0iue face Looks towards the cross, wdicro hangs the king of grace, Ilis lips still moving with the mystic words, Which list'ning angels tune to harpsichords. And, bowing down in holy silence, pours His hearts devotion, wdiile the church adores ' Mid circling incense veiled from awful sight The Incarnation of the God of might ! And, as the worshippers in silence kneel, The holy spell is broke by organ })eal, That fiUsthe soul with music's majesty And sets the heart on fire with charity ; The sunbeams, streaming through in myriad dyes. Like smiles that steal approving from the skies, Are bathing all in hol}^ twilight here. Where faith bows down and whispers "God is near." 9 HIS CHAIUCTER AS A MAN. It Hcemti though nature wished to show to all A nuuiaiure of man before the fall, And Pio Nono made the happy mint, WheiKe all things Stirling were to take their print. Ought else than positive, however meant, Would be to pay a vulgr.r compliment. From out the deluge of the human race, Here virtue seams to've found a resting place. AS VICAPt OF CIIPtl.ST INFALLIBLE. I^Iost ])Ositive in ali, but what is wrong, In Peters's chair Ije holds the fiei-y tongue Of truth; to teach our poor humanity, And clothes it with infallibility.— Wi.iial so human, yet, mo nefi/divine. That truth is safest when 'tis near his shrine. His eulogy so beggars human thought, That none but those who've inspiration caught, Siiould dare to touch the praises of his name. Until they're puritied in saintlj' fame. As Pontirt" speaking from St. Peter's Chair, All truth and virtue find their apex there; And, radiant witli supernal virtues three,— Strong faith, firm hope and burning charity, — Unflinching bears he in religion's van The glorious symbol of the Son of Man, ' Mid all the taunts and jibes of prejudice, And foal mouthed Envy hot from Tartaras— With none so fktherly in dignity, He stands the head of catholicity. His enemies the most inveterate. Whom innocence might shy with pious hate, He's sure to strip of all their virulence, And lay it at the dooi* of ignorance. — Although at studied sin he dare not wink He's ever ready, on the very brink Of anything like last repentancy, To temper justice with his clemency — He waits, and waits the long delays of men, Till patience ceases to be virtue when. In all the silence that forebodes the storm, With nil its moral strength his mighty arm, 10 Inspireil with zeal, is raised reluctantly To crush the head of infidelity; And, when he smites, the proudest nionarchs quail, And all their human resolutions pale. Proud Monarchs tremble when the\' hear their doom Once fulminated in the Curse of iiome : And, when he lays his interdict, a pall Of deep sepulchral glowm envelopes all — Relifjion holds her breath, while virtue sigh* To have the sacred rites before she dies — No Sunday bells invite to mass or pray'r, Or, sprinkle blessin^rs on the eunny air, But all is drooping, like a withered flow'r. Beneath the scathing of the Pontiff's pow'r. — liEVOLUTIONARY MALCONTENTS. Some needy malcontents in ruthless clique Like dogs the leet of tyrants fain would lick ; Naught ever prattling but lii>-lo3'alty, They rail and rant in mean hypocricy, Which e'en the thickest intellects detect Out at the elbow of their broken sect, Who deem themselves the whole of what they be, And somtimes more than all humanity, — Who've naught to lose, but ev'ry thing to gain, — A ruthless prince's wish the only rein To curb their passions just red-hot from hell That find a vent in revolutions fell, Which ever surging on the papal rqck Are always broken by a mystic shock. Too foul for hell the devils l^i^ye them hero To scatter mischief it^ their mad ci^i-eer— A foul trichet^a of s^tanity That's coiled up in Voltiiire's philosophy — When such a spur'ous tribe would vaiiUy try, The '' milk-white hind that's fated not to die " To banish Jrpni ber conptecrated hf>me, Among the seven hills ot Christian I^me, The little Fisherman needs only speak, When myriad willing swords from scabbards leap To prove his reverena (authority Asserted once by grey antiquity — North, South, East, Weait, men, money can he have, And none more wifling than our young Zouave, Who leaves his honne and all that's dear behind — A mother fond, a father, sister kind. 11 And, O, ])erhapB another, still more dear, Exacts the trihuto of a parting tear, Whose little hand in liis, in i'oml embrace, She looks :i farewell in his noble face — ' Mid all the pomp of ehxjueneo and pray'r The organ peal, and all that's sublime there, Heneath the banner, ble.sKed by holy hands, Behold the young zouave as there he stands, The noblest specimen of Christian knight Who goes to tattle for the God of Right! PIUS IX IN HIS PICTURE. A Constant smile of sweet paternal love iSubilwes the solemn pause of fixed resolve, That leaves its impress on his liappy face, All softened by the mystic pow'r of grace ; Like sunshine streaming through a convex lens, Where e>'ry colour of the rainbow blends — Our artists picture him in Peter's chair, A noble form with hand midway in air. Pronouncing blessings from his handsome mouth Like soft winds coming from the sunny south, All pregnant with a pure celestial balm, Whose gentle pow'r unruly passions calm ; "NVhoever comes within its potent siwll Is sure to bow submission to his will— His kind blue eye, the window of the soul. Looks out upon his flock a mild control — His name and virtues praised in ev'ry clime Are faintly echoed in my humble rhyme. THE CJEBkU AND THE PONTIFF COMPARED. Comparing CBBsar's with the Pontiff's might, la like contracting living day Avith night. The Caesar, with his host of bristling spears, But ruled an empire, and that too with fears ; The little man, though, in the Vatican Doth rule the world though ho an exiled man; And, first in progress as he is in art, His gentle sway is fblt in ev'ry part; Hence nations dare not though they cannot break, If nothing else than for their safety sake, 12 The heart tluil beutH beneath society [inparliiiij life to all authority — The Oa'Hur K-iiew iid otluT law than will; The PoiitilV's will the law l.ut to t'ultill. The CV'sar coiitiuured into Hlavery ; The Ponlitteaj)tivato.s to liberty. The Ca^nar pompous in his own conceits: The Pontiff simple in his sublime feats. The former proiiU e'en in hi^ modesty; The latter humble in his dit^nit}'. TIic (Aestu- rulcil hy force of spears ;ind darts ; The VouUtX reiijHS in myriad cath'lic hearts. The (Jicsar <^ropotl in reason's dubious ni^ht ; The Pontilf radiates hiinsLdf the H.i^ht. Idolatry but knelt at ( .esar's shrine, Where lust was honouicd as a thini^ divine: The augu.st Pontitf, in the Vatican, Bows only to th' Inrarnata Son of Man. With proper lu>n()iii'H dotli he decorate^ And enshrine virtue when immacidate. The CiKsar fallen in his mightiness, The Pope still tow'ring in his helpfe-isness. The C;esai' shines liice some resplendent star "Whose light has travelled from u distance far, x\nd, not detected by the naked eye, The size and light we're apt to magnify ; But, 'neath the Fisherman's unbroken sway We see no other light than that of day. The proudest monaroha can't a moment gaze Upon his majesty, and stand the blaze Of buch a mystic glory, heat, and light. Ah strips presumption of its brazen sight. — When by him guided Ave can all things see — His sacred person brooks no scrutiny. — To all diplomacy he gives the tone, For honoured virtue waits upon his throne. A universal peace his policy, — He still respects a stern necessity. if points of honour were referred to him No wars would pivot on a churlish whim. — The eagles penetrated to the East, — 'Mid blood and carnage only did they feast; The Cross, though, rears its head in ev'ry clime, Surviving nations as it outlives time, — Subduing in its bloodless victory The wildest passions of humanity ; Just like some holy thing that clings to earth, But points to heaven as its place of birth. — The Eoinan legions conquer'd only men : The Papal orders vanquish pow'rs unseen. 13 CONSPIRACIKS OF SATAN. Tho Kvil one, iDsidious in Jjis pow'r. Is cvei- Hool in;^, whom ho may devour; And, Nk-ilK;i, in all his diabolir ai-ts, Goos hreuthii)^ envy into nitliun hrarts ; Whilo hungry dincontont, in wrathl'ul ire, LoIh loohc distompored thouiin, — The :;vniiis of all ]»eacc amid tho .storm That thunders round the I'use of iiuman thrones, Which ti-cmhle, totter, Jail 'mid ral)hle uroans Of Jucohins, ^vho outr:»o;e lihertv And net up reason for their deity ! — ' Tis said the Pa- an Orjcle has heeu Thi'own down and hrokcn hy the (rod witlun. In virtue of tiie Christian truth's holiest, Whicii took this means to give convincinfc te.^t That in her nd -sion she is :dl divine. And error needs nui^t fall hotore her shrine ; 'Tis thus throu^;h ev'ry ago before her U'.»tless tou/.viies, in universal shout, Proclaime I the pa>.vns of that i^lor'ous day, Whoa Mary, borno in statuod purity, 'W'alked forth in all the jioni]) an I majesty Of Cath'lic faith and Christian I'harity— ' St) bright and sunny was tho clear, blue sky, . It soomed thouiifh (rod stooped from his seat on hi^h ; But, like a bashfal ootor, Priest!-— com CmDcumi kind and natui'^ with n(ie,sing, ♦'Long live Po^o Piii» J^intb our Pontiff-King I" The only i-eypwumt of antiquity, And brilliant Star-King oithis Centiwy.! FINIS.