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Embeds 0 No embeds. No notes for slide. Sowers 2. Geophysical Res. A framework of libraries and tools for Ocean Mapping 5 Quickly prototype and test innovative ideas Ease the transition from research to operation Ref. Masetti, Wilson, M. GeoMares, Masetti, Gallagher, B. Review, vol. To the immortal King of heaven, Be glory and dominion given. To the, etc. Glisten, ye stars—shine brighter still, Moon, clearer show thy mild sweet light; And thou, O Sun, pour forth new floods Of glory from thy heavenly height. Sparkle, ye flowers, in pearly dew; O, clap your hands, ye lofty trees; Sing, sing, ye birds, O swell your notes, With sweetest music load the breeze.

Ye cattle on a thousand hills; And ye that in the waters throng; With all possessed of life below, Join in the universal song. And thou, my soul, extol the Lamb, The great mysterious Three adore; Come, angels, saints, creation all, Resound his praise forevermore. Liverpool, Eng. July, Lord Jesus, oh, come quickly! And in thy glory reign; We love thy blest appearing, We shall not watch in vain! By George Croly. The primary cause of the French revolution was the exile of Protestantism. Its decency of manners had largely restrained the licentious tendencies of the highest orders; its learning had compelled the Romish Ecclesiastics to similar labors; and while Christianity could appeal to such a church in France, the progress of the Infidel writers was checked by the living evidence of the purity, peacefulness and wisdom of the Gospel.

It is not even without sanction of Scripture and History to conceive that the presence of such a body of the servants of God was a divine protection to their country. But the fall of the church was followed by the most palpable, immediate, and ominious change. The great names of the Romish priesthood, the vigorous literature of Bossuet, the majestic oratory of Massillon, the pathetic and classic elegance of Fenelon, the mildest of all enthusiasts; a race of men who towered above the genius of their country, and of their religion; passed away without a successor. In the beginning of the eighteenth century, the most profligate man in France was an Ecclesiastic, the Cardinal Dubois, prime minister to the most profligate prince in Europe, the Regent Orleans.

The country was convulsed with bitter personal disputes between Jesuit and Jansenist, fighting even to mutual persecution, upon points either beyond or beneath the human intellect. A third party stood by, unseen, occasionally stimulating each, but equally despising both, a potential Fiend, sneering at the blind zealotry and miserable rage, that were doing its unsuspected will. Rome, that boasts of her freedom from schism, should blot the eighteenth century from her page. The French mind, subtle, satirical, and delighting to turn even matters of seriousness into ridicule, was immeasurably captivated by the true burlesque of those disputes, the childish virulence, the extravagant pretensions, and the still more extravagant impostures fabricated in support of the rival pre-eminence in absurdity; the visions of half-mad nuns and friars; the Convulsionnaries; the miracles at the tomb of the Abbe Paris; trespasses on the common sense of man, scarcely conceivable by us if they had not been renewed under our eyes by Popery.

All France was in a burst of laughter. In the midst of this tempest of scorn, an extraordinary man arose, to guide and deepen it into public ruin, Voltaire; a personal profligate; possessing a vast variety of that superficial knowledge which gives importance to folly: frantic for popularity, which he solicited at all hazards; and sufficiently opulent to relieve him from the necessity of any labors but those of national undoing.

Holding but an inferior and struggling rank in all the manlier provinces of the mind, in science, poetry, and philosophy; he was the prince of scorners.

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The splenetic pleasantry which stimulates the wearied tastes of high life; the grossness which half concealed captivates the loose, without offence to their feeble decorum; and the easy brilliancy which throws what colors it will on the darker features of its purpose; made Voltaire the very genius of France. But under this smooth and sparkling surface, reflecting like ice all the lights flung upon it, there was a dark and fathomless depth of malignity.

He hated government; he hated morals; he hated man; he hated religion. He sometimes bursts out into exclamations of rage and insane fury against all that we honor as best and holiest, that sound less the voice of human lips than the echoes of the final place of agony and despair. A tribe worthy of his succession, showy, ambitious, and malignant, followed; each with some vivid literary contribution, some powerful and popular work, a new deposit of combustion in that mighty mine on which stood in thin and fatal security the throne of France.

All those men were open Infidels; and their attacks on religion, such as they saw it before them, roused the Gallican Church. But the warfare was totally unequal.

The priesthood came armed with the antiquated and unwieldly weapous of old controversy, forgotten traditions and exhausted legends. They could have conquered them only by the Bible; they fought them only with the Breviary. The histories of the saints, and the wonders of images were but fresh food for the most overwhelming scorn; The Bible itself, which Popery has always labored to close, was brought into the contest, and used resistlessly against the priesthood.

They were contemptuously asked, in what part of the sacred Volume had they found the worship of the Virgin, of the Saints, or of the Host? To those formidable questions, the clerics answered by fragments from the fathers, angry harangues, and more legends of more miracles. They tried to enlist the nobles and the court in a crusade. But the nobles were already among the most zealous, though secret, converts to the Encyclopedic; and the gentle spirit of the monarch was not to be urged into a civil war. The threat of force only inflamed contempt into vengeance. The populace of Paris, like all mobs, licentious, restless, and fickle; but beyond all taking an interest in public matters, had not been neglected by the deep designers who saw in the quarrel of the pen the growing quarrel of the sword.

The Fronde was not yet out of their minds; the barrier days of Paris; the municipal council which in had levied war against the government; the mob-army which had fought, and terrified that government into forgiveness; were the strong memorials on which the anarchists of founded their seduction. The perpetual ridicule of the national belief was kept alive among them.

The populace of the provinces, whose religion was in their rosary, were prepared for rebellion by similar means; and the terrible and fated visitation of France began. The original triumph over the clergy was followed up with envenomed perseverance. The first licensed plunder was of the Church property; the first massacre was of the clergy; an atrocious act, of itself enough to make the Revolution abhorred; during the war the rage of the republicans burned fiercest against the unfortunate remnant of their pastors; and, with the solitary and illustrious exception of the Vendee, they found no refuge within the borders of France.

It is to the high honor of England that she opened her asylum to the fugitives, supplied their wants in the spirit of a liberal benevolence; and gave them the unostentatious proof of the unwearied excellence of a religion raised on the foundation of the Bible. HST August 14, , page Of all revolutions, that of France was the least accountable on the ordinary grounds of public overthrow.

No disastrous war had shaken the system; no notorious waste of the public resources, no tyrannical master, no ruined finance. The whole deficit of the revenue, was only 2,, l. The court was economical; the country was in profound peace; the great families were attached to the crown, the king was a man of singular lenity and liberality.

He had granted much to the demands of the popular representatives, he was prepared to grant up to the fullest demands of rational freedom. Before a drop of blood was shed on the scaffold or in the field, France was in possession of the constitution, which after five and twenty years of suffering, she was rejoiced to reclaim. The true cause, was the want of solidity in the national belief. When a popular declaimer had sunk into contempt the impostures of a wonder working image; or a picture that shed tears, opened its eyes, and healed diseases, the controversy was done; Popery had no deeper grasp upon the mind.

The image was their deity, the legend their creed; when both perished, where was their religion? The declaimer next led them, exulting in their release from the thraldom of ancient prejudices, to look upon the golden temptations of revolt; the plunder of the chapel kindled their thirst for the plunder of the Chateau; till with no principle to check, and the hottest stimulants of unholy appetite to madden them, on, they rushed from minor rapine to the throne.

But the fall of Christianity was the passion, original and supreme. The unhappy and innocent king was immolated on the altar of this monstrous anarchy; his queen, a noble being, whose beauty, heroic heart, and patient fortitude, would have won mercy from the savages of the desert, followed him in the long train of sacrifice.

The monarchy was offered up. Still there was a more illustrious and more hated victim. The infidel philosophers had early and easily torn down the feeble belief of France; and the Gallican Church was no more. But the death of religion was the original bond of the great conspiracy. The slaughters of kings, nobles, and priests, were but the partial advances to its fulfillment. The republic was at length enthroned. Power, resistless and remorseless, was in their hands; and in the midst of celebrations of prodigal pomp, immeasurable impurity, and blood flowing night and day from a hundred scaffolds, they filled up their cup of horrors, and consummated their earliest pledge in the public abolition of Christianity.

Simultaneous with this restoration, the Popedom received a wound, the sure precursor of its ruin. In , the French army, under Bonaparte, marched on Rome. Resistance was hopeless against the conqueror, of the Austrians; and the treaty of Tolentino dismembered the Papal territory.

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Citizen Joseph Bonaparte was left ambassador from the Republic; and a pretended attack on his privileges furnished the necessary pretext for the breach of the treaty, the return of the army, and the seizure of Rome. The announcement that the ambassador had left the city, alarmed the Vatican; and Rome had recourse to its highest protectors. Let those who disbelieve the extravagances of image worship look to the narrative of Popery in the hour of its danger, the hour when all are sincere.

The Pope issued a summons to the people, to walk in procession with three of the most sacred relics of the Church of Rome; the Santo Volto, or partrait of our Lord, supposed to have been painted by miracle; the Santa Maria in Portico, a miraculous miniature of the Virgin and Child: and the chains worn by St.