proselytizer; and we do not dip far into his lucubrations until we find ourselves committed to the perusal of a political diatribè. Mr. Inglis is not exempt from this tendency; you cannot read far until you find him hoisting his colours; and, as a true doctrinaire, he comes, not alone to observe, but as a skilful leech, to diagnosticate and cure the perilous diseases of our isle: hard landlords, high rents, want of employment and of poor laws, are, it seems, our complaints. The cultivation of our waste lands, the giving employment to our able-bodied poor, and the application of a poor fund to support our sick, aged, and infirm ;-these, together with a cessation of agitation, are his remedies; and, without laying any stress upon popery, without intending to charge much blame on the priests, or accusing them heavily with their neglect of the moral and religious education of the people, he, in our opinion, in his diagnosis of Ireland's evils, substitutes the effect for the cause; and, while laying so much stress upon want of employment and the almost state of starvation which exists from the high rents and low wages, he leaves out of sight, (we fear purposely, and pursuant to his party system,) the great origin of these evils, namely, the moral and religious state of the people, who, by their lawlessness, their crimes, their ingratitude, faithlessness, and want of trustworthiness, have frightened away capitalists have either held back the hand of those who would improve or speculate; or have driven away, in disgust and terror, those who, with the warmest hopes and fondest wishes, had already embarked in the attempt of improving the face of the country, or bettering the condition of the people. Had not Mr. Inglis entered Ireland with his nose breast high to scent out, pursue, and hold up to public odium, hard-hearted landlords, and overbearing middle-men; had he not had such an elective affinity towards LIBERAL landlords, as to press on them with all his praises, he might, in his travels from Bantry to Coleraine, and from Wexford to Galway, have heard of, and narrated instances of men, who, with all patriotic ardour, had settled down on their estates, with the full determination of devoting both mind and body towards the amelioration of their tenantry, and the employment of the poor in their vicinity: but who, after being thwarted, insulted, reviled, and perhaps attempted to be assassinated, have found the village demagogue and the parish priest too strong for them; until at length they have retired before the mighty mischief they could not venture to cope with; rejoicing, at least, that they have evaded the decree of the mysterious tribunal that has adjudged their life to the bullet, and their property to the flames. Mr. Inglis, as he travelled through Tipperary, Limerick, or Clare, would have noted many cases of this sort, and no doubt he did; but to bring them before the public, this perhaps would not do for his Whig system; and we are confident that against his better inclinations, and against the testimony of his own senses, he has kept these statements back, and has not ventured boldly to declare that the moral and religious state of the people, as superinduced by political popery,

is the cause of Ireland's evils, and that want of employment is but a superficial symptom of a more deep-seated disease.

We do not deem it fair to speculate on the motives of any man, and therefore we are bound to consider that Mr. Inglis is sincere in his views: otherwise, did we take encouragement from the way in which he has arraigned the character and conduct of certain lords and bishops, in his book, we might be induced to assume that this traveller was employed by a Whig bookseller to write a Whig book; and that the instructions of his master in the Row was to observe, record, and animadvert as became a staunch liberal, with whom it is a not-to-be-tolerated heresy to lay any very evil thing to the charge of popery, or any very good thing to the score of the Established Church.

We say that we are almost inclined to believe that Mr. Inglis has written what is not exactly in accordance with his convictions; for, all through his book, we see his facts contradicting his theories; and we defy any one who will disentangle those facts from clouds of inferences with which they are invested, not to conclude that popery and priestcraft are the bane of Ireland, and that until some enactments of a permanent character, stronger than those that are suitable to a Protestant and law-respecting nation, are put in force, it is out of the question that capital can be safely or largely embarked in giving employment to the people, or affording them any thing better than the potato to eat or the straw to sleep on. Leave them still in the hands of the priest, and capital will fly to improve the interior marshes of New Holland, sooner than venture on an Irish bog. Yes! let Popery sit as a queen, and let her brood over any land, and there breed her bravoes and her cutthroats, and Italy and Ireland will be alike unhappy the Pontine Marshes and the Irish wastes will still shew forth the same wide-spreading desolation. We repeat that almost in every page of Mr. Inglis's travels, he makes out a case against Popery; and we value him highly, almost as highly as Mr. Croly, as a witness against her. It is true the learned Doctrinaire comes into court an unwilling evidence; he breaks down, as we shall shew, in his cross-examination, and while desirous to direct the jury to views and opinions of his own, his very evidence is sufficient for any honest man to come to a verdict directly the reverse of that which he was called on the table to support.

To carry on our metaphor: we are obliged to look on this English witness that the Whigs have brought into court as an instance of one practised in the suppressio veri; he withholds a great portion, with no small ingenuity, because with an appearance of ingenuousness he admits a little of the mighty evils that Popery, political Popery has inflicted on this land; he deals tenderly with its atrocious character; he does not, he dares not, drag the monster into full light, and therefore we see in him no indignant cry of abhorrence at deeds that would disgrace the New Zealand savage; and he passes through Tipperary with his tender sympathies all alive for Pat, feeding on dry potatoes, and wallowing with his pig: but he

has no wrath in store for the priest who has not only let his flock grovel so low, but has so neglected their moral culture, that assassination and murder have ceased to be crimes in their eyes, and the blood of man is there of so little account, that in that very county, the single county of Tipperary, 554 homicides have been perpetrated in the space of two years. We confess we were prepared when given to understand that Mr. Inglis was travelling through Ireland, in order to write a book, to see something better, more instructive, more amusing, than what he has brought forth; his travels in other lands we had read with improvement and pleasure; but though by no means a bad or an uninteresting book, we consider his Travels in Ireland in 1834, as a failure, and that because he came over with a pair of coloured political goggles fastened before his eyes. It was therefore of no consequence whatever that Mr. Inglis carried with him in his travels letters of recommendation to Whig and Tory, Priest and Parson, indiscriminately: he had come like a quack, with his nostrum duly made up in his pocket; and, like the medical theorist that sees gout in every constitution, he sees no evil in Ireland but want of employment, and no remedy but the contents of his own pill box-increase of wages and poor laws. Mr. Inglis travels without much of the capacities and capabilities that render the details of a man's journey interesting: no antiquary, no agriculturist, no botanist, no geologist; intentionally, as he says, neglecting the legendary lore of the people, and passing by, as below his high philosophy, the picturesque; the one thing needful with him seems to be the scrutiny of a cabin on the road, or of a garret in the town, and of putting before the reader a strongly-marked picture, a la Crabbe," of all the details of these dens of misery. At the same time, Mr. Inglis's book is not without its interest, and we (without trouble to ourselves) read it through; failing, at the same time, of obtaining any new information respecting our island, its history, its economy, or its characteristics; save this fact, and we instance it to mark its quantum valet, that in the barony of Forth, in the county of Wexford, the horses are fed with buttermilk. A great fault with our traveller is the hurry with which he has written, and the precipitancy with which he comes to his conclusions.

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He, having first arranged with Mr. Whittaker as to the sale and settlement of his book on Ireland, sets out for the scene of his summer job, and, taking advantage of the fine weather, and an outside car, he jaunts by day, and writes by night; and the joint observations that he and his wife have jumbled in together as they jaunt, are sent off to the printer, in London, so that the tourist is a-going and so are the types at the same time. He travels through the very worst part of the county Wicklow, and why, because he was theory hunting; and, therefore, it would not suit his purpose to pass through Newtown-Mount-Kennedy, Wicklow, Rathdrum, &c., &c. No! for there he would have seen a large body of resident gentry, the people in full employment,

and the rents, though high, well paid, by an industrious and intelligent, but not a priest-ridden, Protestant yeomanry. Somebody has compared the county of Wicklow to a frize coat with an ample fringe of gold lace embellishing it ;-Mr. Inglis was determined to fret like a moth through the frize, and he ascends one of the bleak and heathy hills that rise in the vicinity of Roundwood, in order to find poor cottiers dwelling in wretched cabins, and paying heavy rents for the same, on which he may put forth his diatribe, though he might have readily found a cause for this high rent, and this wretchedness, without laying it at the door of landlords, in the vicinity of the lead works, and the proverbial vice, drunkenness, and improvidence of the people connected with these mines.

And here we will let out a feeling which may, perhaps, convince the reader that we, as angry, are not impartial reviewers; but it is impossible we can keep temper and hear a little English Whig, who, though he has wandered over the world, must still carry with him a cockney heart, when he presumes to speak of our dear, much-prized, much-loved Glendalough; the place that we know Sir Walter Scott so much admired, and the spot that we saw, as it were, more consecrated than ever, by the deep, solemn, and highly-wrought admiration of Wordsworth: what shall we say of Mister Inglis and wife, who could put their heads together after their day's jaunt, and pen the following-" I made a little detour to glance at Glendalough, more commonly known as the Seven Churches; a wild spot, not unworthy of a visit."-!!! What would our old correspondent, C. O., say to such a glance at his favourite spot, the spot that he has so enthusiastically, and as Mr. Inglis would say exaggeratingly, described in our pages;why, C. O. would say, that he verily questions whether Mr. Inglis ever made this little detour at all; for, the said detourist missed of seeing what to every other eye were as plain as a pikestaff, namely, the two venerable round towers-one so lofty, so sublime, so simple in its gray and mysterious antiquity, its long thin shadow moving, like time's finger, over the lonely hills and waters that surround it; and the other, so unique, so curious in its character and structure, that nothing like it is to be found in all Ireland. We say, what sort of a tourist must Mr. Inglis be, when he had not eyes to see even round towers?-which were not visible to his sense of seeing, no doubt obscure by reason of his goggles, until at Kilkenny; "I saw (says he) for the first time, one of those round towers." There needs no further disclaimer of our traveller as to his having no desire after the sublime, the antique, or the picturesque; the man has fixed with us for ever his character on these subjects.

Not far from Roundwood our tourist first comes in contact with a Protestant clergyman; and he says he was unfortunate in this first specimen he had met of the country clergy; and why?— because the gentleman, who was a landowner as well as a parson, spoke strongly of the discomfort of having a Roman Catholic

tenantry. Now, we suspect we know who this clergyman is; we assume that the clergyman thought himself equally, unfortunate in the specimen of an English bookmaker he had come across, when he heard certain pert remarks of his: and so a man is a bad specimen of a clergyman because he expresses discomfort in being surrounded by Popish tenants who will pay him no rent, and Popish parishioners who will pay him no tithes. We very much question whether Mr. Inglis himself, if he sought his income from Irish tenants, rather than from English booksellers, would not prove himself" an unfortunate specimen," by desiring to get rid of such uncomfortable income payers.

Mr. Inglis, passing through Gorey, in his desire to appear impartial in his estimate of the conduct and character of Protestants and Roman Catholics, makes the following remarks:

"Religious bitterness is carried very far in this neighbourhood; and this may be mainly ascribed to the recent institution of an Orange lodge. If government will continue to apply such remedial measures as the state of Ireland requires, and will present a firm front to all improper demands, there will be no occasion for Orange lodges. The results of this ill-judged zeal are strikingly displayed at Gorey. There is a Protestant and a Catholic inn, known by these names; the Protestant and the Catholic coach, owned by, driven by, and supported by, persons of different persuasions; and the very children, playing or squabbling in the street, are divided into sects. This is miserable work, for which the institutors of the Orange lodge have to

answer."

Our traveller says he had introductions to men of both parties; we guess that it was with a Romish entertainer he lodged on this occasion, or he would not have given to the public such an untrue statement. The fact is, that the bitterness he observed, and the non-dealing with each other he comments on, originated with the Romanists, and the Orange lodge has no more to answer for this bitterness than it has for the burning of Scullabogue

barn.

Our object in noticing this work of Mr. Inglis to the large extent we mean to proceed in it, is to show that he is misleading the English nation, in asserting that the evils of our land arise from the superficial causes of want of employment and low rates of labourers' wages. We desire to show that the disease is more deep-seated; and that a lawless, turbulent, semi-barbaric character, engrained and confirmed in the Hiberno-Celtic character by the degrading doctrines of Popery and the deadly influence of popish priests, is the cause why capital does not come in to speculate, and why men are terrified from venturing to employ people who are content to work only up to the point that will supply them with potatoes to eat, and straw to sleep on, and who are more expert at fighting and murdering than working-at handling the musket and the shillelah than the spade, the shovel, or the plough.