From the time of his appointment to Bristol, Sydney Smith severed his connexion with the _Edinburgh Review_, holding that anonymous journalism was inconsistent with the position of an ecclesiastical dignitary. He had contributed to the _Review_ for a quarter of a century; and, by a happy accident, his last utterance, in the organ through which he had so long and so strenuously fought for freedom, was yet one more plea for Roman Catholic emancipation. Yet once again he urged, with all his force, the baseness of deserting the good cause, and the danger and cruelty of delaying justice.-- "There is little new to be said; but we must not be silent, or, in these days of baseness and tergiversation, we shall be supposed to have deserted our friend the Pope, and they will say of us, _Prostant venales apud Lambeth et Whitehall_. God forbid it should ever be said of us with justice. It is pleasant to loll and roll and to accumulate--to be a purple-and-fine-linen man, and to be called by some of those nicknames which frail and ephemeral beings are so fond of accumulating upon each other;---but the best thing of all is to live like honest men, and to add something to the cause of liberality, justice, and truth. * * * * * "We should like to argue this matter with a regular Tory Lord, whose members vote steadily against the Catholic question. 'I wonder that mere fear does not make you give up the Catholic question! Do you mean to put this fine place in danger--the venison--the pictures--the pheasants--the cellars--the hot-house and the grapery? Should you like to see six or seven thousand French or Americans landed in Ireland, and aided by a universal insurrection of the Catholics? Is it worth your while to run the risk of their success? What evil from the possible encroachment of Catholics, by civil exertions, can equal the danger of such a position as this? How can a man of your carriages, and horses, and hounds, think of putting your high fortune in such a predicament, and crying out, like a schoolboy or a chaplain, 'Oh, we shall beat them! we shall put the rascals down!' No Popery, I admit to your Lordship, is a very convenient cry at an election, and has answered your end; but do not push the matter too far. To bring on a civil war for No Popery, is a very foolish proceeding in a man who has two courses and a remove! As you value your side-board of plate, your broad riband, your pier-glasses--if obsequious domestics and large rooms are dear to you--if you love ease and flattery, titles and coats of arms--if the labour of the French cook, the dedication of the expecting poet, can move you--if you hope for a long life of side-dishes--if you are not insensible to the periodical arrival of the turtle-fleets--emancipate the Catholics! Do it for your ease, do