AN AWFUL CRISIS!
TILE PRESS: THE MORNING ji 11RNA L—Ill another place will be found the particulars re.. lative to the incendiary attempt upon Westminster Abbey. At the present moment such attempts are most ominous. They point to events beyond the scrutiny of mortal knowledge. They bespeak the gloom and the reign of terror under tt Idch we must bleed, and against which we must Struggle. It would not surprise us if, before two years, there were not an old cathedral stanches' in England. The Jesuit is abroad, like the schoolmaster, in every insidious and perfidious disguise. The Unitarian, the Papist, and the wild Sectarian, are united ; and the efforts of all arc directed against the falling, Church in the de- clining years of George the Fourth. It is an awful crisis. The incendiary acts of the people of Ireland have been transferred to England. Nature has denied us a spring. \Ve are on the eve of summer with the climate and the sterility of winter. The very trees seem ashamed of the land in which they were wont to flourish. The crops languish in the chill of a November blight, inflicted by the cold rains of April. The incendiary assails our religious temples, and the hail. stone, instead of the sunbeam, visits our gardens. All this speaks evil. But we wait the result—we wait the consequences, like the builders of Solomon's palace, (?) with ou r swords girded by our sides. MORNING C II noN1C L E.—if we are to have no slimmer as well as DO spring, a
spade, we think, would be a mere suitable instrument by the side of our cite- temporary than a sword. We must lie prepared to do the last friendly office of giving to each other a place under the earth, when it refuses to nourish its from its surface.
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