nought the word of God, and think
only of their own temporal interests; ay, and who learned Gitano--their
own Gitano--from the lips of the London Caloro, and also songs in the
said Gitano, very fit to dumbfounder your semi-Buddhist priests when they
attempt to bewilder people's minds with their school-logic and
pseudo-ecclesiastical nonsense, songs such as--

'Un Erajai
Sinaba chibando un sermon . . .' {323}

But with that society he has long since ceased to have any connection; he
bade it adieu with feelings of love and admiration more than fourteen
years ago; so, in continuing to assault Popery, no hopes of interest
founded on that society can sway his mind--interest! who, with worldly
interest in view, would ever have anything to do with that society? It
is poor and supported, like its founder Christ, by poor people; and so
far from having political influence, it is in such disfavour, and has
ever been, with the dastardly great, to whom the government of England
has for many years past been confided, that the having borne its colours
only for a month would be sufficient to exclude any man, whatever his
talents, his learning, or his courage may be, from the slightest chance
of being permitted to serve his country either for fee, or without. A
fellow who unites in himself the bankrupt trader, the broken author, or
rather book-maker, and the laughed down single speech spouter of the
House of Commons, may look forward always supposing that at one time he
has been a foaming radical, to the government of an important colony.
Ay, an ancient fox who has lost his tail may, provided he has a score of
radical friends, who will swear that he can bark Chinese, though Chinese
is not barked but sung, be forced upon a Chinese colony, though it is
well known that to have lost one's tail is considered by the Chinese in
general as an irreparable infamy, whilst to have been once connected with
a certain society to which, to its honour be it said, all the radical
party are vehemently hostile, would be quite sufficient to keep any one
not only from a government, but something much less, even though he could
translate the rhymed 'Sessions of Hariri,' and were versed, still
retaining his tail, in the two languages in which Kien-Loung wrote his
Eulogium on Moukden, that piece which, translated by Amyot, the learned
Jesuit, won the applause of the celebrated Voltaire.

No! were the author influenced by hopes of fee or reward, h