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rope of style, is mere midsummer madness. come formidable to a Cabinet Minister ;

absurd tongue, ” would any of and in some such character must our friend, the ministers have said to a friend descant- Junius Brutus, have made himself alarming ing on Junius as a powerful artist of style - to Government. From the moment that B “ do you dream, dotard, that this baby's is properly explained, it throws light upon rattle is the thing that keeps us from sleep. c. The Government was alarmed-Dot at ing? Our eyes are fixed on something else : such moonshine as patriotism, or at a soapthat fellow, whoever he is, knows what he bubble of rhetoric but because treachery ought not to know; he has had his hand in was lurking amongst their own households ; some of our pockets: he's a good locksmith, and, if the thing went on, the consequences is that Junius; and before he reaches Ty- might be appalling. But this domestic burn, who knows what amount of mischief treachery, which accounts for B, accounts he may do to self and partners ?" The at the same time for C. The very same rumor that ministers were themselves alarm- treachery that frightened its objects at the ed (which was the naked truth) travelled time by the consequences it might breed, downwards; but the why did not travel; woald frighten its author afterwards from and the innumerable blockheads of lower claiming its literary honors by the rememcircles, not understanding the real cause of brances it might awaken. The mysterious fear, sought a false one in the supposed disclosure of official secrets, which had once thunderbolts of the rhetoric. Operahouse roused so much consternation within a thunderbolts they were: and strange it is, limited circle, and (like the French affair that grave men should fancy newspapers, of the diamond necklace) kad sunk into teeming (as they have always done) with neglect only when all clue seemed lost for Publicolas, with Catos, with Algernon Syd- perfectly unravelling it, would revive in all neys, able by such trivial small shot to gain its interest when à discovery came before a moment's attention from the potentates of the public, viz. a claim on the part of Downing Street. Those who have des- Francis to have written the famous letters, patches to write, councils to attend, and which must at the same time point a strong votes of the Commons to manage, think light upon the truc origin of the treachelittle of Junius Brutus. A Junius Brutus, rous disclosures. Some astonishment had thatolares not sign by his own honest name, always existed as to Francis—how he rose is presumably skulking from his creditors. so suddenly into rank and station; some A Timoleon, who hints at assassination in a astonishment always existed as to Junius, newspaper, one may take it for granted, is how he should só suddenly have fallen a manufacturer of begging letters. And it asleep as a writer in the journals. The is a conceivable case that a £20 note, en coincidence of this sudden and unaccountclosed to Timoleon's address, through the able silence with the sudden and unaccountnewspaper offioe, might go far to soothe that able Indian appointment of Francis; the great patriot's feelings, and even to turn extraordinary familiarity of Junius, which aside his avenging dagger. These sort of had not altogether escaped notice, with the people were not the sort to frighten a Bri- secrets of one particular office, viz. the tish Ministry. One laughs at the probable War Office; the sudden recollection, sure conversation between an old hunting squire to flash upon all who remembered Francis, coming up to comfort the First Lord of the if again he should become revived into susTreasury, on the rumor that he was panic- picion, that he had held a situation of trust struck. “ What, surely, my dear old in that particular War Office; all these little friend, you're not afraid of Timoleon ?" recollections would begin to take up their First Lord.-"Yes, I am." C. Gent.- places in a connected story: this and that, “What, afraid of an anonymous fellow in laid together, would become clear as daythe papers ?" F. L.-" Yes, dreadfully.” light; and to the keen eyes of still survivC. Gent._"Why, I always understood ing enemies-Horne Tooke, “little Chathat these people were a sort of shams- mier,” Ellis, the Fitzroy, Russell, and living in Grub Street-or where was it that Murray houses—the whole progress and Pope used to tell us they lived ? Surely catastrophe of the scoundrelism, the perfidy you're not afraid of Timoleon, because and the profits of the perfidy, would soon some people think he's a patriot ?" F. L. become as intelligible as any tale of mid“No, not at all; but I am afraid because night burglary from without, in concert with some people think he's a housebreaker!”|a wicked butler within, that was ever sifted

by judge and jury at the old Bailey, or criti- it. He stood-he knew that he stood-in cally reviewed by Mr. John Ketch at Tyburn. the situation of a murderer who has dropt

Francis was the man. Francis was the an inestimable jewel upon the murdered wicked butler within, whom Pharaoh ought body in the death-struggle with his victim. to have hanged, but whom he clothed in The jewel is his! Nobody will deny it. royal apparel, and mounted upon a horse He may have it for asking. But to ask is that carried him to a curule chair of honor. his death-warrant. “Oh yes !” would be So far his burglary prospered. But, as the answer, “here's your jewel, wrapt up generally happens in such cases, this pros- safely in tissue paper. But here's another perous crime subsequently avenged itself. lot that goes along with it no bidder can By a just retribution, the success of Junius, take them apart—viz. a halter, also wrapt in two senses so monstrously exaggerated up in tissue paper.” Francis, in relation to exaggerated by a romantic over-estimate of Junius, was in that exact predicament. “You its intellectual power through an error of are Junius ? You are that famous man who has the public, not admitted to the secret-and been missing since 1772 ? And you can provo equally exaggerated as to its political power it? God bless me! sir ; what a long time by the government in the hush-money for you've been sleeping : everybody's gone to its future suppression, became the heaviest bed. Well, then, you are an exceedingly curse of the successful criminal. This clever fellow, that have had the luck to be criminal thirsted for literary distinction thought ten times more clever than really above all other distinction, with a childish you were. And also, you are the greatest eagerness, as for the amreeta cup of immor- scoundrel that at this hour rests in Europe tality. And, behold! there the brilliant unhanged !"_Francis died, and made no bauble lay, glittering in the sands of a sign. Peace of mind he had parted with solitude, unclaimed by any man; disputed for a peacock's feather, which feather, livwith him (if he chose to claim it) by no- ing or dying, he durst not mount in the body; and yet for his life he durst not touch 'plumage of his cap.

From the Quarterly Review,


Paddiana; or, Scraps and Sketches of Irish Life, Present and Past. By the Author of A Hot-Water Cure. 2 vols. 12mo. London. 1847.

People seem at this time rather weary of the form, the masculine element will perIrish questions, great and small—and of vade what it underlies and sustains. It is books about Ireland whether blue folios, so here; but we have no particular turn for

presented to both Houses of Parliament,' the critical chemistry that tortures a crumb or duodecimos artistically arranged on Mr. of medicine from a pail of spring-water. Ebers's counter, or pamphlets hawked by We shall endeavor to give some notion of unmixed Caucasians at every pork-pie sta- the writer's quality, and trust whoever will tion on the railway. We must therefore read the book through to draw economical beg to inform our readers that, if they suf- and political conclusions of his own. Our fer a natural prejudice to stand between humble object and agreeable duty is to pay them and Paddiana,' they will be doing our homage to a pen of genuine ability. themselves an unkindness. This book is A former production mentioned in the titlea rarity. It overflows with humor, yet is page never happened to fall in our way, unstained by vulgarity; and though we and we have no knowledge whatever of the strongly suspect the author to have a heart,

* Since this was written we have seen the 'Hot there is neither rant nor whine in his com- Water Pure;' and in case any of our readers are not position. Sterling humor implies sagacity, achuainted with that performance, we can promise and therefore every really humorous book them good entertainment from it also. It is a lively

account of certain travels in and near the Rhinemust be suggestive of serious thought and land-in a totally different style from the 'Bubble reflection ;-no matter what the subject or of the B-vuren, but hardly less diverting.

author except what we gather from inter-i ple in their natural colors and attitudes nal evidence-to wit, that he is a military the good, the bad, and the indifferent disman of some standing-an old soldier of tributed as they are in the world--we the Duke's—that he is not an Irishman-should be well justified in calling attention that he frolicked and flirted away some of to ' Paddiana.' But such a book about his youth in Ireland—and that he has also Ireland is doubly rare and doubly welcome. spent several years there in the more sober- We are not aware that we have had any ed temper of middle age. There are few such since Miss Edgeworth laid by her pen among our regimental officers who have -and, unfortunately for men, women, and not seen a good deal of Irish life, and we children, that was not yesterday. There have been obliged to several of them be- has been abundance of bold grouping, and fore now for amusing sketches of it—but a superabundance of clever drawing but this is not an observer of the common file, the whole seldom, if ever, toned and harand the light cunning of his hand equals monized by the independence and candor the keenness of his eye. He is (as he says of good sense and good breeding, which of one of his heroes) a man of the world are as essential to the permanent success of and a gentleman'-and of course there is a novelist as atmosphere is to that of a no finery about him. We doubt if his two landscape-painter. There has been vigorvolumes contain a single allusion to the ous romance, striking fragments of it at aristocracy'---certainly neither lord nor least, and a most bewildering prodigality lady figures among his dramatis persone. of buffoonery—but the serious generally No lofty quizzing of “the middle classes” smeared over with a black varnish of fierce --none of that sublime merriment over the angry passion, and the grotesque unpenedomestic arrangements of cits' or 'squi- trated by the underplay of ever-genial reens,' which sits so gracefully on scribes Pantagruelism. admitted to contemplate occasionally a We wish to recommend a book of amusemarchioness's dancing tea' perhaps even ment, and therefore our extracts shall be a duke's omnigatherum Saturday dinner-liberal; but we do not mean to interfere because they may have penned a sonnet for with the interest of the author's stories. her ladyship's picture in the Book of It will satisfy us to take specimens of deBeauty,' or his grace has been told that scription that may be produced without they chatter and pun, entertain drowsy damage to the enjoyment of his skill in dowagers, break the dead silences, and constructing and working out a plot. To ' help a thing off.' Nothing of that mi- begin at the beginning-here are some nute laborious dissection of the details of fragments of the chapter in which he deordinary people's absurd attempts at hos- picts his first voyage from Liverpool to the pitality, sociality, carpet-hops, and pic- bay of Dublin. This was before the era nics, which must, it is supposed, be so very of steamboats, so the Waterloo medal gratifying to those who are clothed in pur-could have lost little of its original brightple and fare sumptuously every day-af- ness; but, excepting the new power and fording such a dignified pause of comfort the cabin accommodations, the whole chapamid their melancholy habitual reflections ter, we believe, would apply as well to on the progress of 'the democratic princi- ) 1847: ple,' the improvement of third-class carriages, and the opening of Hampton Court. “On the pier above stood some hundreds of Nothing, on the other hand, of that fawn- Irish reapers, uniformly dressed in grey frieze ing on the masses' which, long confined coals, corduroy breeches unbuttoned at the knee,

and without neckerchiefs; carrying their sickles to Radical newspapers and the melodrama

wrapped in straw slung over the shoulder—and of the suburbs, has of late been the chief every one with a large, long blackthorn stick in characteristic of half the light literature' his hand, the knob of the stick being on the in vogue-the endless number-novels espe- ground, contrary to the usage of all other people, cially, in which all the lower features and the small end held in the hand. As the vesof Dickens and Thackeray are caricatured sel was preparing to cast off

, a stream of these -without the least relief of sense

people began to pour down the ladder to the deck of fun, the swarming literature of our sequently the waist were completely choked up

of our little craft, till the whole forepart and subgents. If it were only that here is a with them. Still they kept descending, till the book of social sketches unpolluted by adu- cabin-passengers were driven to the extreme afterlation of high life or of low, painting peo- part, alongside the tiller ; bnt yet the stream flowed


on, till not only the fore-cabin but every available of turning in for the night. What, however, was pertion of the deck was crammed with a dense my surprise on going below to find nearly all the mass of human beings--we of the state-cabin dozen passengers stowed away in the six berths, forming the small tail of the crowd.

my own peculiar property not excepted, in wbich “ How the vessel was to be worked in this state were two huge black-whiskered fellows snoring it was difficult to conjecture, and I heartily wished with up-turned noses, while a third was standing myself out of it. Indeed, I mentioned something in shirt and drawers by the bedside, meditating of an intention of forfeiting my passage-money and how he might best insinuate his own person taking the next packet, but was dissuaded by the between them! On appealing 10 the captain I got captain, who assured me I should have to wait little consolation: he looked placidly at the sleepperhaps a month before all the reapers returned. ers, and shook his head. Faith, ye’re betier out . Sure, we'll shake in our places by and by,' said o this,' said he; “sure there is no keeping a he; 'they'll be quiet enough when they're out of berth from such fellows as them. That's O'Byrne: the river: it's then we'll pack 'em like herrings, it's from the O'Byrnes of the Mountains he comes, and pickle 'em too. But I believe we won't take and they're a hard set to deal with. It will blow any more. Hold hard there, boys; we've no room fresh presently, and a fine state they'll be in. Get for ye. Stop that fellow with the hole in his your big coat, and I've a pea-jacket for you. breeches ;-no, not him, th’ other with the big You're better on deck. Faugh! I'd hardly stand hole,--sure, we can't take ye.Starboard your this cabin myself, much as I'm used to it.' Ву helm; aisy, don't jam the passengers-haul art this time I began to partake largely in the skipthe jib-sheet.' And in another minute we were per’s disgust, and was glad to make my escape. bowling down the river with a powerful ebb-tide, I have never seen anything equal to those and the wind dead against us.

thirty-six hours. Let the traveller of the present “If the reader has ever, passed over London day bless his stars that he is living in the age of Bridge on an Easter Monday or Tuesday, and steam by land and water, and mahogany panels, happened to notice the Greenwich steamers going and mirrors, and easy sofas, and attentive stewards, down the river, he will be able to form some idea and plenty of basins, and certain passages of a of the state of our decks as to number of passen- few hours duration.—Towards the afternoon of gers, substituting in his mind's eye for the black the second day all hands began to feel hungryand blue coats, the glaring satin waistcoats, the the more so as the wind had lulled a little : and awful stocks, the pink and blue ribands, and gay accordingly the greater part of the evening was silks of the holiday Cockneys, the unvaried grey spent in cooking potatoes, with a sea-stock of of the Irish cargo; and imagining the majority of which every deck passenger had come provided. mouths on board to be ornamented with the It was not a very easy thing for about two hundoodeen,' instead of the cheroot, or clay, or dred people to cook each his separate mess at one full-flavoured Cuba, or labelled Lopez.

time and at one fireplace ; but they tried to do it, and “ The captain was right as regarded our passen- great was the wrangling in consequence. Sundry gers settling down into their places: before the small fights occurred, but they were too hungry first tack was made a great proportion of them to think of gratifying their propensities that way, were reposing in heaps under the bulwarks and 1 and the quarrels were disposed of summarily; the boat, and a little moving room afforded 10 the but towards the close of the day, when they were

Most of the reapers had been walking all more at leisure, and had time to look about them, day, and were happy enough in composing them- a cause of quarrel was discovered between two selves to sleep.

rival factions, whether Connaught and Munster, “ About eightoclock our jolly skipper invited the or Connaught and Leinster, I forget, but it was cabin passengers to supper and a glass of grog, quite enough of a quarrel to produce a fight. It and we stowed ourselves as we best could in the commenced with talk, then came a bustling in the little cabin, though not half the number could get centre, then the sticks began to rise above the a seat at the table, the remainder bestowing them. mass, and finally, such a whacking upon heads selves upon carpet bags and portmanteaus about and shoulders, such a screeching, and tearing, and the floor, each with his plate on his knees and his jumping, and hallooing ensued, as till that time I tumbler beside him. The supper was composed had never witnessed. The row commenced forof bread and butter and hot potatoes, and followed ward among some twenty or thirty in the bows, by whiskey punch, which I tasted then for the first and gradually extended aft as others got up from time, and glorious liquor I thought it. As it was the deck to join in it, or came pouring up from my introduction to that beverage, the honest skip- the fore-cabin. In a few minutes the whole deck per undertook to mix it himself for me, adding, from head to stern was covered by a wild mob, however, a trifle of water to the just proportions, fighting without aim or object, as it appeared, in consideration of my youth and inexperience. except that every individual seemed to be trying

Notwithstanding the seduction of the beverage, his uimost to get down every other individual, I was soon sain to quit the insufferably close cabin, and when down 10 stamp him to death. and return to the deck. The wind bad nearly died At the first appearance of the shindy' the away; it was a cloudy sultry night, and a low captain went amongst them to try and stop it; but growl of thunder came occasionally out of the finding his pac fic efforts of no avail, he quietly dark masses to the westward. About ten o'clock walked up the rigging, and from a safe elevawe were standing well out to sea, with a freshen- tion on the shrouds he was calmly looking down ing wind coming round fair, and I began to think upon the scene below. With great difficulty, and



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not without an awkward inamp or two, I contrived that " good Brunswicker,” George IV., der to follow his example, and took up a position nominated by Paddy acclamation, at the alongside of him. The crew were already either late Mr. O'Connell's prompting, Kingsin the top or out upon the bowsprit; and even the

town. man at the helm at last abandoned the tiller, and, getting over the side, contrived to crawl by the

There are some excellent little sketches chains till he reached the shrouds, and so escaped of private life and garrison larking in Dubaloft. At the time the row broke out the vessel lin; but the subaltern on Irish duty spends was lying her course with the wind a point or but a small proportion of his time in either two free. When the man left the helm she came that or any other well-built city. On of course head to wind, and the mainsail jibbing first landing, be it at the capital, at Cork, swept the boom across the deck, flooring every- or at Belfast, the corps are all together ; legs again before the boom came back with still and the troubles of the day or the night, whatgreater force, and swept them down in the opposite ever they may be, are compensated by the direction. If it had not been for the imminent hearty hospitality of the natives, or at any risk of many being carried overboard, it would rate by the easy jollity of the well-peopled have been highly amusing to witness the traversing mess-room. But soon the head-quarters of the booni backwards and forwards, and the are transferred to some petty town in the consequent prostration of forty of fifty people interior, and three-fourths of the regiment they still continued fighting, and stamping, and perhaps billeted throughout the villages of screeching on; and even some who were actually a large disturbed county or barony; seldom forced over the side still kept hitting and roaring more than two officers together—and alas they hung by the boom, till the next lurch ways several of the juniors dominating over brought them on deck again. I really believe very small detachments each gentleman that, in their confusion, they were not aware by condemned to utter solitude at every meal, what agency they were so frequently brought unless when by chance there is some sondown, but attributed it, somehow or other, to their siderable squire or clergyman of the Esneighbors right and left, and therefore did all in tablished Church in his immediate neightheir power to hit them down in return.

“Meanwhile the jolly skipper looked down from borhood. No one who has travelled through bis safe eminence, will shout as much indifference Ireland but must have often been moved as Quasimodo showed to the efforts of the Deacon to pity at the apparition of the poor stripwhile he hung by the spout. He rather enjoyed ling in his foraging cap and tight surtout, it, and trusted to time and the boom—as the head lounging desolately on the bridge, cigar in pacificator--to set things to rights. He was not mouth of course, or disturbed in the lawrong: a lull came at last

, and there was more borious flute practice of his little dim comtalking than hitting. Taking advantage of favorable moment, he called out, Well, boys, i panionless parlor by the arrival of the wonder how we'll get to Dublin this way. Will coach at the inn-door. Of late we all ye plaze to tell me how I'll make the Hill o' Howth know, or may pretty well guess, what very Before night? Perhaps ye think we'll get on the serious and harassing business bas occupied faster for bating, like Barney's jackass? I hope sufficiently the quondam leisure of these the praties will hold out; but, at any rate, we'll forlorn epaulettes. In the earlier days of have no water to boil them in after to-morrow. Better for me to hang out a turf, and say, Dry our author's experience, nightly still-hunting lodging for dacent people."-vol. i., p. 15.

came occasionally-nightly Whiteboy-hunt

ing not rarely combined with it; but unless What with the eloquence of this “ vir for such interludes in the way of duty, with pietate gravis,” and à gallon or two of now and then a bachelor landlord's festivity whiskey from the Saxon passenger, who, by in some ruinous tower among the bogs, or taking refuge on the rigging, had become the grand scene of a fair or a race, with its legally liable to a claim for footing, this inevitable row and necessary attendance of formidable shindy was at last got under; "the army,” a more wearisome, objectless, and during the rest of the passage all was diversionless, humdrum dreariness of exbrotherly kindness, and pasting and butter- istence could hardly have been pictured by ing of the cracks and contusions about each a fanciful deviser of secondary punishments. other's intellectual and moral developments. No wonder that the rare interruptions of Shakspeare never invented an opening scene the dulness should find an eager welcome, that set the chief dramatis persone before and after the lapse even of many years, as the pit in a more satisfactory fashion. The in this case, be chronicled with the life-like reader, like our young soldier (now, we accuracy of memorial gusto. hope, a Major at the least), is ready for We have been well entered as to the landing at Dunleary-since, in honor of great business of head-breaking let us

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