And now, most Reverend Gentlemen, I must just let the people see, how you contrive to blind them, by throwing _popish_ dust into their eyes. All the noise, which you make, _about the pope's bulls, and about popish spiritual and temporal domination_, is a mere _ruse de guerre_ of _many_ of you, (some of you indeed, I believe, are sincere in your motives, and actions,) to divert _public_ attention, from the _great temporalities_ of the established Church. You call, and hold your public and glorious meetings. With upturned hands and eyes, with high-_souled_ strains of _devotional_ eloquence, with cordial community of feeling, got up between the _established_ Church, and _those_ whom you indeed honour _with your lips_ by the title of reverends, but whom, _in your hearts_, you deem _mere phantoms_ of ministers, with silvery tones, and well-turned periods, of _rag-tag_ and _bob-tail_ inspirations; you excite the breathless attention of your audience, and profess the _most sanctified_ attachment to your _godly_ Church, and to your glorious Constitution, under the protection of whose wing, _you_ are _slyly_ basking in the sunshine of _godly_ mammon, and _worldly_ wealth. Should any poor _Catholic_, or _charitable dissenter_, (who wishes _you_ to _do_ to _others_ as _you_ would be _done_ by,) obtrude himself on the notice of your meeting, a thundering philippic is _instantly_ raised against _popery_, and gaining strength and speed, and loudness in its progress, rumbles onward, until at last, it bursts forth into a _tremendous_ elemental roar, increased by the zealous acclamations of an enraptured and fanatical audience. Oh, most Reverend Gentlemen, this is really a _glorious_, and _very profitable_ humbug. _As long_ as _you_ can manage, to keep the people in _this feverish state of excitement_, the gulls will think more of _discussing pope's_ bulls, _Guy Fawkes's, and Gunpowder Plots_, than of _questioning_ the _moral_ basis of the law, which entitles _you_ to take from _the poor_, their _just_ share of _Church_ property, left by _our charitable_ ancestors, and of exacting tithes and Church-rates from _those_, who do not belong to _your_ flock, and _for whom you do nothing in return_. Thus, you _successfully_ stave off the _discussion of Church_ property, professing all the while, the most _devotional_ concern for the _spiritual_ welfare of _the gulls_, on whose _pockets_, you are making a most 'extraordinary, and presumptuous movement.' Thus _you_ reap the _profits_, and _laugh_ at the _fools_, who are _cajoled_ by _your grand_ displays. Really, most Reverend Gentlemen, this extraordinary and presumptuous conduct, does, in my humble opinion, _beat all the powers of impudence_.[I]