The _Reverend_ John Church is pleased to charge the present Publishers with “the revival of _old tales_, printed about five years ago;” and, really, it is much to be apprehended that “The Rod in Pickle,” now presented to the religious world, will refresh his memory not most agreeably as to circumstances which he himself would willingly have buried in the silence of the grave. “Willingly” as he avows himself “amenable to the laws,” we much doubt whether he would willingly have the details now published in due form, submitted to a jury of his countrymen. Some “two false boys” might happen to make out a serious case against him, as one lad lately has done. Whatever were the circumstances of Church’s early life, they certainly are of small moment in this question. Did he not, after he coaxed them to become his bedfellows, at sundry times, continue to “suppose that he was in his own bed with his wife,” and behave to “boys” as though he mistook them for his wife? Uxorious gentleman! If, however, the reverend John Church could not travel without his “better half,” why was not the poor woman his helpmate at every stage of his preaching life? Besides, in the absence of her, one should have thought, considering circumstances, that his attention would have been paid rather to females than to males. Nothing can be more disgusting to a well-constituted mind—abating its sinfulness—than the presumption with which the reverend John Church relies on religion for his salvation. No one is to cast a stone at him. Charged as he undeniably stands with transactions the most unnatural and foul—charged and convicted!—still, forsooth, he, and only he, is in the tenderness of mercy to be spared. And how, after all, does he get out of the Vere Street scrape? Simply by asserting that there are “ten lies” in the paragraph which accuses him, and that it is scarcely worth his while to notice them, though those very lies had blasted his character. Would any plain honest man have endured such an imputation for half an hour? Even since the year 1808, at least, this miserable preacher has been detected of that sex-abusing crime for which language does not furnish an epithet. His sin has finally found him out, and it will be impossible for him to escape the penalty due to it.