But you will reply, we got all this money from _you papists_. Yes, courteous clerks, to the _honour_ of the Catholic Church be it said, that all this money was left by our _charitable_ ancestors; and I will now judge you from _your own_ mouths. _Mind_ and _mark it well_, that in the _Catholic_ times of old England, the above sums of money were divided into _three_ parts: _one_ for the maintenance of the clergy, the _second_ for the repair of the churches, and the _third_ for the support of the _poor_. In those good old _Catholic_ times, there were no church-rates, nor poor-rates. But your _god-like_ church as by law established, thought it more just, or at least _convenient_, to pocket _herself_ the _whole_ of the above sum, and to leave to the _public_ the charitable office, of providing for the other _two_ purposes. Really, Most Reverend Gentlemen, I candidly appeal to you, if this was not "a most extraordinary and presumptuous movement" of your clerical ancestors on the _pockets_ of the people; and _really_, must not people of the _present_ day think it "a most extraordinary and presumptuous movement" on the part of you Reverend Gentlemen, to continue these _pious_ frauds, and _godly_ practices of your ancestors? In _this_, at least, you _fully_ observe the commands of the _Scripture_, "Remove not the landmark of thy forefathers." Oh ye poor! (whom I sincerely love for the sake of my Saviour,) when I enter your hovels, where sickness, misery, and want meet together, and witness the scenes of distress that are passing there;--when I see a few handfuls of dying embers, that are calculated rather to starve you, than afford you the necessary comforts of warmth;--when I see the bed of wretchedness, on which you cast your wearied limbs;--when I view the tattered clothes, which scarcely cover you decently, much less protect you from the inclemency of the weather;--when I behold your pale and sickly countenances, that bespeak the poorness and scarcity of your food;--when I view your poor little children, begging in vain, with tears of artless innocence, a morsel of bread to satisfy the cravings of hunger;--when I witness scenes of this heart-rending description, (scenes which are not very uncommon now-a-days), the _charity_ of our _Catholic_ ancestors, and the _inhumanity_ of _your_ Church as by law established, rush vividly on my mind, and call to my recollection the words of our Saviour, "Come, ye blessed of My Father, possess ye the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world. For I was hungry, and you gave me to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave me to drink. I was a stranger, and you took me in; naked, and you covered me; sick, and you visited me; I was in prison, and you came to me. Then he shall say to them also that shall be on his left hand: Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, which was prepared for the devil, and his angels. For I was hungry,