I read, the day, a paragraph in a contemporary giving an account of a most remarkable and forcible expression of intole rance, uttered a short time ago, by a Scottish minister of the Free Kirk, who, referring lo the introduction of an organ into a neighbor ing Established Church, declared that soon they "would get a concert every Sabbath in the old kirk. The Devil would have his band master there to discourse music to them on the organ, and the captain, like a cursed pirate, would hoist his false colors to lure souls to destruction." This must be the same pious person who, upon one occasion, attempted to drool weak venom upon the memory of RoDert Burns, compared with whom he is as a dunghill to Mount Carmel. '•* It seemed "—to this moral frauds—" that a glamour was over the eye 3 of men who saw genius in-Burns.. 1 can only term unsactified geDius diabolical cleverness." O, Christian friends, : ye who.rail at the mythology of • the heathen and shout prayers for the;triumph of your own, look upon this product of your system—this Reverend MacsnufHe standing sturdily en garde against the Prince of,: the Power of the Air in a carrolling poet. Wherp. are Swift, Pope, and Voltaire? May their successor arrive in time to gibbet this man's memory ere it decay.
