The Letter, however, closes with the spirit of an enthusiast in the "good cause,"--"I will not abate a jot of heart or hope so long as the _glorious principles_ and the _immortal martyrs of the Reformation_ shall be held in reverence by the great mass of a nation which looks with contempt on the _mummeries_ of superstition." All this is what Dominie Sampson would have pronounced "prodigious!" with his loudest and longest suspiration. And all is eminently curious, in the man whose whole career has been devotion to every Popish demand, and advocacy of every Popish measure; who has risen into office by the influence of Popish voices, and who has been in the _intima concilia_ of the imaginary Archbishop of Westminster! Must not Protestants ask, By whose advice was Mr Wyse planted in the Greek embassy?--by whom was Mr O'Farril planted in the government of Malta?--by whom was Mr Shiel planted in the embassy to Tuscany--or rather to the whole of western and middle Italy, and in immediate approximation to Rome? Were three Papists selected for those express, and at present most important missions, without a purpose?--were they flung up merely by the diplomatic wheel?--or were those extraordinary appointments of untried men produced by a sudden, and a _Papal_ demand, for the support of a plan? But this is a time of wonders, and his Lordship's conversion may rank at the summit of them all. However, there is a reason for everything in art and nature; and it is said that a very high personage had a share in this rapid operation on the Ministerial understanding; that the question was asked,--"Pray, who is to be the sovereign?" and that the answer was his Lordship's letter. It concludes by giving the _coup-de-grace_ to the character of Popery, of whose present performances it speaks with scorn, as "laborious endeavours to _confine the intellect, and enslave the soul_."--(Downing Street, Nov. 4.) In the meantime "my Lord Cardinal," who had stopped in his posthaste journey, on learning John Bull's theological opinions of his Manifesto, was comforted by an emissary despatched to inform him that the bonfires of the 5th of November had all been suffered to sink into ashes, and that he would escape any severer trial of his fortitude than being burnt in effigy. But the Doctor, now fearless of his _auto-da-fé_, is also said to have determined on carrying the war into the enemy's quarters, and showing that every step which he has taken has been _sanctioned_ by his denouncers; and that, instead of being the foolish and impudent intruder which the public have believed him to be, he has been actually only the submissive follower and ready agent of councils far enough removed from the Quirinal.