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the prelate who authenticated them de- fabled wizards of the north, barter his clared, “that in this time and in this storms for gold, selling the wind, and in place'--time and place memorable chiefly a sense never before exemplified, reaping because of the pestilent instruction which a profitable whirlwind—that he might disgraced the pulpits of the church of make merchandize of the sorrows, of the Rome, and the detestable conspiracy of souls of a much-wronged people ; that which her members were convicted-in be might exact wages, earned by practices this time and place it was worthy of which distracted babits of industry, and God's providence that the light of his inflamed feelings of disaffection; that he countenance should be shed upon his might agitate again a harassed and afflictfaithful people,'—the Protestants in ed land, and, it must be said,—not withIreland looked upon the deepening mys- out shame to this country, and amid the teries with wonder and apprehension, and darkening crimes and miseries of Ireland, were compelled to see the church of gather in again his opprobrious remuneraRome in a light in which it never before tion." had been revealed to them. It was under

The speech at Bristol eoncludes with such circumstances the clergy of the the following appeal to the greatness church of England addressed themselves of the British nation to the important controversy, of which the great effects will, at no distant day,

“ Once, and only once, England supbe made known; and while I disclaim for plicated foreign protection—when the cry them the credit which their exertions of her children was, that the barbarians would obtain from all who feel a deep pursued them to the sea, and the sea drove interest in religion, had they originated them back upon the barbarians. That in a sense of duty not thus perilously sea is now her wide and glorious domiawakened,- I must also, on their part, nion—those barbarous enemies, under her deprecate the imputation, that they wan- happy sway, have taken their place among tonly rushed into controversy,


the noblest of the human race. Her sta

provoked the opposition which they only tion since has been a station of power, her met, and over which, I trust in God, flag the ensign of sovereignty, and her they shall yet be found successful.”

voice has been command. The generous We feel confident that these speeches need not severe or frequent lessons of adwill be in the hands of every Protestant versity, and England has ever been prompt

to afford that protection which it was in Ireland, and we therefore need not

once the condition of her weakness to somultiply quotations.

We are already licit. She has been the champion of the verging on the space we had assigned human race against a mighty despotism. to their review ; but there are one or

She has listened from afar for the comtwo passages of such unrivalled elo- plaint of the slave, and smote the scourge quence that we cannot refrain from from his oppressor's hand, and vindicated transferring them to our pages. Speak- him to the rank of man. Is it only to ing of the coalition with O'Connell- the Protestants of Ireland her protection

“ And was it (he indignantly exclaims) is to be denied? We seek no extravagant for an associate like this to make way acts of favor—we implore only that you for the irresponsible control of this dic- will not suffer us to be made or to remain tator,—that the courteous authority of outlaws of the constitution—that you will Earl Grey was undetermined by clandes- cause law to be obeyed-that you will tine intrigue, and the ardent support of protect the church which you have incorMr. Stanley and Sir James Graham for- porated with your own. We do not ask feited by unprincipled legislation ? Was of you to spare a single defect-but, we it to conciliate a ruler such as this that entreat you, do not work, in the abused the honor of England was tarnished, and name of reform, the vengeance of a body the welfare of Ireland disregarded—that which hates the church because it exists, the peace of that country was abandoned which, the more excellent it is, will clato the mercy of those to whom repose is mour the more loudly against it, and will extinction, and that a true branch of the never feel its rage abated until the object Protestant church was to be flung into of its hatred has been rendered inefficient. the fires which Popery had re-kindled? Do not indulge this tell passion. Do not Was the national interest and honor to be countenance the preposterous notion that placed in jeopardy, that any hireling agi- Popery would reform the reformed relitator miglit, it it so pleased him, convulse gion.' Encourage those who love your the country; that he might, like the name, with an assurance that you are not regardless of their origin and their faith; to a peculiar honor-pilgrims visit themand let the common enemy be warned, and their names are spells to awaken that he must not hope for your alliance in those deep and proud emotions which are his persecutions of men whom you con- among the high mysteries of our being. sider as united with you in the bonds and But where murder steals out with coward the brotherhood of pure and undefiled re- stride and fell purpose—where he withligion."

draws to his lair, and no indignation

smites him-I am weak and wrongWith one more passage we shall con. clude our extracts from these speeches. where murder becomes the great anima“ Let us not lose the benefits of British ting and debasing principle—where it

frowns the puny affectation of courts of connexion ; let us not be looked upon as

justice into contempt—where its baleful outlaws. “ But is it not a question, whether we

presence is attested by more victims than have not already lost these benefits? In angry war demands or numbers-where petitions from my country imploring you crime, and brings a curse and a cry of

the fall of every victim is a most fearful to guard the bonds of connexion, I have blood upon many criminals_there is a repeatedly seen it assigned as a reason for

state of things having less to compensate the prayer, that Ireland must otherwise its evil than comes in the train of battle. become the battle-field whereupon con

And this is the state of the southern tending nations would decide their con

provinces of Ireland. This was the worst evil which better. Who would not rather go forth

War would be flicts. was dreaded from separation ; and I do with the Emperor of France to his not hesitate to affirm that a far more fear- battles, than abide amid the revolting ful evil is found compatible with what is butcheries of Robespierre or Marat? called a union. Look to the reports And who that reflected would not rather which recount, imperfectly and partially,

see Ireland the battle-field of cirilized some of the atrocities by which Ireland is

war than the shambles which it has been now afflicted. Look to the representation made for murderers. ascribed to the late Chief Secretary for

“ We appeal to you, shall it continue Ireland, declaring that the parts of the

thus ?" country where the Church of Rome prevails, should be traced in blood-red co- Here we must cease our notice of lours upon the map—and that, on an

these speeches. We bave made no average, he received accounts of three attempt to do justice to their merits as murders every two days. Look to the oratorical compositions. We may safely reports from a late privy council in Dub- leave their eloquence to make its own lin, at which the Lord Lieutenant of


with our readers. It cannot fail Tipperary (a county to which the Irish

to command their judgments and arrest government long denied the benefit of the their admiration. But it will not do coercion act) gave in returns of crime, and showed in that one county, in the have stated, we have been chary in

so the less because, for the reasons we space of only two years and five months, bestowing that tribute of applause five hundred and sixty murders had been

which we indifferent to the perpetrated; and then say whether any state of things can be imagined more pleadings we could not withhold from dreadful than that which prevails at this the advocate. We have a far higher moment. War! - A battle-field ! I res opinion of the merits of these admember well when the brave and high- dresses than to suppose, for an instant, spirited gentry of the south of Ireland, that they can suffer by the omission. would have hailed, with acclamation, war,

The eloquence that would need the open, terrible war-in their own fields,- eulogy of the critic to procure admiraif it were a change from a gloomy, tion for its beauties, may fairly be said fiendish spirit of assassination, the black- to possess no real beauties, and to de. est curse before which ever nation wither- serve no genuine admiration. ed. War! If it have its terrors, it has Without, however, departing from also grand compensations. It calls out our intention of not offering any critinoble bursts of human energy,_lights of cal comment upon the characteristics tenderness relieve it,—and it is glorious of Mr. O'Sullivan's eloquence, we may, in the loftiest qualities by which our un. perhaps, venture upon one or two obchanged nature can be adorned. The servations that will involve, at most, a fields which it has signalized are separated very slight departure from our rule.




and yet

Those who have been accustomed to of narrative, or the chasteness of rearegard Irish eloquence as the eloquence soning, is almost too long unrelieved of exaggeration, both in passion and by any burst of passion or of fancy. in fancy, will find perhaps in these This might, perhaps, be attributed printed speeches but little indications to the circumstances of the mission of our supposed national peculiarities. which occasioned their delivery, which We cannot now stop to enter on an would have made any approach to examination how far the character so violence, at all times injurious, pecugenerally and unscrupulously assigned liarly unbecoming. But vehemence to Irish eloquence is the just one. and violence are very different things; Those who would disparage our na- and we have alluded to this, not for the tional genius assert, that the Irish purpose of pointing out a fault, but of orators unistake passion for reasoning- reminding the reader of these addresses perhaps it would be nearer the truth that those who heard them spoken to say that they combine them. En- could never complain of the absence of thusiasm is by no means an impediment the former ; and those passages which, to the process of correct deduction. in their written form may seem to have It is when the mind is excited that too much of quiet, were animated into even the reasoning powers are most energy and elevated into grandeur by acute, and in the midst of strong feel- a delivery which, giving to every word ing the judgment will be the more its force, kindled every sentiment into ready to perceive the connexion be- a feeling, and converted, if we may use tween the trains of thought. Those the expression, every argument into who censure Irish eloquence for its passion. passionateness forget this truth-and It is almost superfluous for us to the phlegmatic coldness which seems express our sense of the obligations recommended as its antithesis can only which the Protestants of Ireland owe be praised, or even tolerated upon to the author of this volume; an hypothesis, which all experience we cannot bring ourselves to close disproves, and all philosophy rejects this paper without an acknowledgment that excitement must necessarily dis- that seems almost a formal one. We turb the operation of the intellect, and believe those services are fully apprethat man, when he begins to reason, ciated ; and yet, perhaps, they are must cease to feel.

better attested by the malice of our We need not pause to point out the enemies than the gratitude of our utter fallacy of a doctrine which, per- friends. There are few individuals haps, when plainly stated, there is no upon whom that malice has been so person bold enough to maintain. It abundantly-none upon whom it has was the passionateness of his reasoning been so harmlessly poured. Calumny that made Demosthenes the first orator and ridicule have been employed against the world has ever seen. It is not him equally in vain. The talents of the only that the argument that is tamely buffoon rhymer, and the foul-mouthed stated loses half or more than half its slanderer have been exerted in prose, and force; but the man whose mind is not we had almost said poetry, (we corexcited on his subject will never him- rect ourselves) lampoon to damage his self discover half the reasonings that reputation; but even Moore and O'Consupport him.

nell, masters of their respectivearts, were The reader of the speeches before here at fault. The one could find no us will, perhaps, observe that calm- more laughable subject of ridicule than ness of reasoning and of statement ap- that the reverend gentleman desired to pears eminently their characteristic. serve his God - the other no more He will not complain of any deficiency bitter subject of scurrilous invective of energy; but he will, perhaps, that than that he had altered the etymology this energy is too much subdued into of his name. the character of repose ; and so far Poor Moore! We never can think from noticing the fault generally of the melancholy exhibition be made charged upon Irish oratory by its of his fading powers in his Fudges in critics—that it abounds too much with England, without a humiliating reflecthe elevated and impassioned-he tion upon the frailty and perishable will sometimes feel, that the sobriety nature even of that genius which men


fondly call immortal. There needed fortunate dirge, we can but hear the no better illustration of the truth than howlings of sectarian bigotry watching to place his last volume beside Lalla like " the wild dog" beside the decayed Rookh. Without the illustration we and desolate reservoir, where the founcould hardly believe that any course of tain of genius shall never play again. degradation could debase the genius of But here we may take our leave the one, to the rabid venom of the both of Mr. O'Sullivan and his calumother. We believe that the lampooner niators. To the Protestants of Irehas been already roughly dealt with land, in whose cause they were spoken, in our pages; and yet we think we we earnestly recommend these beaucan say that sorrow more than anger tiful and powerful vindications of their was the actuating motive of his re

And of that cause we call on viewer. We never can think of the them never to despair. They needed subject without recalling the lines of not this publication to assure them that Byron :

it is the cause of truth, of justice, of The wild dog howls o'er the fountain's brim Christianity; and they need no eloWith baffled thirst and famine grim

quence but that of the inspired volume For the stream has shrunk from its marble bed

to assure them that that cause must ultiWhere the weeds and the desolate dust are

mately triumph. Let there then be no spread.

faintheartedness among us - however *Twas sweet of yore to see it play And chase the sultriness of day,

dark our prospects may seem-and As springing high the silver dew

there have been times when they were In whirls fantastically flew;

darker. Let us remember still that But never more

the cause of truth is committed to our It is with sorrow that we make the keeping, and in the confidence promelancholy application. The ebulli- duced by that elevating remembrance tions of fancy have ceased for ever ; we will neither shrink from the contest and in the dismal notes of his last un- nor despair of its result.




O! strike the wild harp, and its chords let them swell,
The deeds and the fame of our fathers to tell ;
When red was the fight, by land or by sea,
They fought as the brave, or fell as the free !

They crouch'd not from danger, they shrunk not from pain,
When bold hearts were needed our freedom to gain,
The watchword was still, and it ever shall be
To fight as the brave, or to fall as the free !

They joined heart to heart, and they link'd hand to hand,
Together to fall, or together to stand :
And woe to the foe, who had courage to dare,
When swords flash'd revenge, and eyes struck despair !

Old Scotland, loved country, our own native land,
May peace guard thy mountains, and freedom thy strand.
But war, let it come, or by land, or by sea,
We'll fight like our fathers, or fall as the free.



Oh World, thou hoary monster, whose old age
Is grey in guilt; how


and more fair
The freshness of thine infancy to share !
The primal records of the holy page,
Tell how, amid thy morn, the Form of God
Lighted the valleys of our vernal earth-

A Parent with the children of his birth
And smiled the dark to sunshine as he trod!
Tending their flocks along the quiet hills,

And shadowed waters of their orient clime,

The men of majesty in early time
Bore heaven upon their brows. Alas, it chills
The soul to mark the God-given spirit's course,
Beam of th' ETERNAL SUN dissever'd from its source!


How vast the little Infinite,* where march

The last far heavens in all-surrounding roundWhere, on and on, beyond the lowly arch

Of inner worlds, God's mighty work is crown'd! For, still untired, Creative Energy,

Scattering new life where only thought can soar, Planting his standards through Immensity,

Builds temples still, and beings to adose. Yet is one mind—the pauper peasant's mindReason's invisible chamber-more sublime

Than all that scene material, whose array Throngs endless space ; more vast and unconfined Than aught, (save endless Space itself, and TimeNature's twin lords,) one soul that stoops to live in clay!

W. A. B.

Finitus et infinito similis.-- Pliny.


With trembling hand I strive to trace
The fairy lines of Laura's face ;
But Laura's lip and Laura's eye
My utmost powers of art defy:
Whence comes the failure, maiden's, tell ;
Ah me! I feel the cause too well ;
I feel that image ne'er will part
From where 'tis graven--on my heart !

S. F.

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