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Who, bolder e'en than Nimrod, think to rise,

By nonsense heap'd on nonsense, to the skies."

and, cuckoo like, would shove their foster-brethren from the nest, were it not for those unscriptural thorns of reason which happily fence it round. We have it then at last, these are your real Christians, whose supremacy, you have, by inuendo, been advocating throughout three-fourths of your book. This is that truly singular set, who as true Christians ought to be, are free, each and every of them, from those vices, weaknesses, follies, and imperfections, so profusely, and, I grieve to say, so justly, charged upon us; and more than free, these, and these alone, possess the talisman which will enable them to keep free. Oh, for a faith that would remove the mountain-barrier so fatally interposed between us; or that this mountain were a Sinai, upon whose table-land we might meet to mingle our hallelujahs! It must not be. The analysis you have given of its composition forbids the hope! Let us but attempt it, and an avalanche of absurdity precipitates us into the ocean of infidelity. We thank you for this analysis, your grand distinction; we cannot meet you upon this "narrower than Al Sirat's bridge!" I trust, however, for your sakes as well as ours, that "sincerity" will be "all in all," and that if you are, as I believe you, sincere, a light may be sent to you as to St. Paul, which

shall turn you from your mistaken zeal, to the more weighty and efficient, and really peculiar, doctrines of Christianity, of which humility and charity are the principles.

At length, Sir, we have finished our contest. If I can claim to have sustained your shock, and fairly broken a lance with you in defence of our opinions, it is all the victory I wish to claim. Think and act upon religion as seems good to you, I'm sure it will be well. We wish not to interfere with you in your own province; but abstain from a war of aggression upon us, and live beloved, honoured, and respected, within your pale, "thinking no evil, believing all, hoping all, enduring all; putting away childish things, remembering that you see but darkly."

With sincere respect,

I have the honour to remain,

Your humble servant,

THE END.

OBJECTOR.

GILBERT & RIVINGTON, Printers, St. John's Square, London.