When the London mob was excited, by the movers of rebellion, against the
bishop, this excellent prelate, on his way to the House of Lords, was
almost torn to pieces. "Pull him out of his coach!" cried some; others,
"nay he is a good man;" others, "but for all that he is a bishop!"--"I have
often," says his biographer, heard him say, he believed he should not
have escaped alive if a leading man among that rabble had not cried out,
"Let him go and hang himself," which he was wont to compare to the words of
the angel uttered by Balaam's ass. At that time he was seventy-six years
of age, and, on that account, when the protesting prelates were, for this
act of duty, committed to the Tower, he was remitted to the custody of the
usher; and then, so little had he regarded the mammon of unrighteousness,
that he had scarcely wherewith to defray the fees and charges of his
confinement.
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AMERICAN COMFORTS.
Pittsburgh is full of coal and smoke; in New Orleans the people play cards
on Sunday; living is dear at Washington city, and codfish cheap at Boston;
and Irishmen are plenty in Pennsylvania, and pretty girls in Rhode Island.
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SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS.
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