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HOW TO PLAY A LOSING GAME .
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Exult , ye High Tory lords ! leap for joy , ye High Church bishops ! for is it not your work the Whigs are now doing ? , Theirs , indeed , may be the present discredit of this Irish-pacification-bill ; but yours assuredly will be the future gain . They , indeed , have all the dishonour of beginning ; but you will have all the profit of completing this present delectable policy .
Oh ! Sir Robert Peel ! how must you have sneered all last Session in your right honourable sleeve , as you beheld , night after night , the then humble O'Connell courting the proud Whigs , and the then proud Whigs , ( blessed be their pride for ever , ) night after night , mortifying and rejecting the humble O'Connell . How must the civil Tory trimmer have smiled bitterly , as he whispered 6
to his wily heart , O ! well done Whigs , thus to throw away the very best trump in the whole pack ! Here is the King of all Ireland , the prime Pat of them all , offering himself to you , and you , who might accept him without sacrificing the name even of that political principle which has been so long my pride and punishment , you will not avail yourselves of his powerful aid . Blessings on your high Whig stomachs for disgusting and
irritating the great Irish agitator—yea , blessings on your pride and prejudice for pettishly plucking , like Prince John of happy memory , this Irish Chieftain by the beard till he roars again—yea the blessing of blessings on your blindness for relying on the selfsufficient palaver of Master Stanley , that undoubtedly clever young gentleman , for the great work , the pacification of Ireland . Verily , pride goeth before destruction !
And oh ! your Grace , the Lord Archbishop of Canterbury , how sweetly you must have smiled your best ' angel smile , ' when , at the close of the last Session , you beheld , day after day , the great Whig lords turning themselves into tithe proctors for the benefit of that Church establishment they love so dearly 1 Did not your right reverend Grace return humble thanks when you beheld that
Church militant , the Whig tithe-proctors , enforcing the claims of some Protestant-parson-of-ten , against a Catholic-priest-of-tenthousands ; though haply you had soon to lament your army of martyrs , knocked on the head by legions of Irish rebels , irritated to madness by seeing their priest ' s solitary cow driven for tithe into the parson ' s well-filled fold . The blessings of the only true apostolical Church , videlicet , the Church of England , as by law established , must have been pronounced by his Grace the right reverend the Archbishop of Canterbury on his orthodox children the Whigs , as he beheld them pouring the Sodom and Gomorrah of proctors and policemen on a whole Catholic parish , tho * peradventure there were found there only ten Protestants , even for
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), April 2, 1833, page 285, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2612/page/69/
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