of the case. Mr. Kit Spike, the swadler, opposed the Bill, praised the Chairman, abused Bonaparte, welcomed a young gentleman who retired from the bustle of the continent, declared he would give the last grid-iron in his shop, to support the just and necessary war; and he said he would receive the contents of Mr. Percival's next budget, with as much exultation of spirit, as the Israelites received the heavenly manna-The meeting then adjourned till Easter Monday. You will probably hear from me again; but no more at present from your loving friend, PADDY BYRNE, Walking-street, Kilkenny. Mr. Bushe's Eloquence, Part 2. We are obliged to resume this subject again, as the timid and servile newspapers continue their nonsensical adulation of this man, merely because the public mind is so subdued, by the apprehension of a renewal of the reign of terror, that the same trembling public are ready to listen to, and echo any nonsense that would appease the zeal, or divert the fury of power, least another day of misery should shut their shops, immure their children, and depopulate their streets and villages. Under such awful impressions, five millions of men are obliged to contribute their unwilling flattery to bloat up the petulance of any adventurer, whom power may please to decorate with or gratify with authority. names, trial of Dr. Sheridan, where Mr. We presume to insist that Mr. Bushe has less claim to the character of an elegant or graceful speaker, than many scores of men at the Irish bar; and that if he lost the encouragement of the bench, and his official rank, he would appear much below mediocrity. The public may be assured we were not from the Cell assigned to us by "the unspotted ermiae," during the Impressed Impressed as well by the alarm which every man who values our enviable, political, and civil institutions, must feel, as well as been regulated by my of ficial duties, I advised the measures so well adapted to check the growing spirit of revolutionary principles, by meeting them, with the provisions which the spirit of the Convention Act had so wisely enacted, against the existence of assemblies, threatening to supersede the Legislature." Here the Solicitor General allows he acted as a person who believed the accused were criminal, and advised their apprehension, because he thought so, and now invites the jury to give him a verdict to justify his evidence; and goes on, Gentlemen, you must find the traverser guilty, (striking the table with his left hand,) and Gentlemen, you must find the traverser guilty, (striking the table with his right hand;) and Gentlemen of the jury, you cannot fail of bringing in a verdict of guilty, (booking round him ;) and Gentlemen of the jury, you cannot avoid finding the traverser guilty, (looking at the Bench ;) for Gentlemen of the jury, you must bring in a verdict of guilty, (looking into the face of Doctor Sheridan ;) and Gentlemen of the jury, (closing his two hands together,) by your verdict this day, you must tranquilize the country, and silence the intemperate claims of men, whose object is, to distract the councils of the empire, by bringing before the public, discussions about imaginary grievances, (looking sternly about the Court for the eye of approbation.) (End of Part the Second.) SIR, To Mr. Walter Cox. The old and unfortunate O'Neill (O' Niall) a third, and in all probability the last time, solicits your kind and patriotic indulgence. His aged and woe-weary heart is grateful for it; and the upper most wish of his departing soul shall be, that " your noble and honest exer» tions to open the eyes of Erin may mately succeed. Farewell. ulti me Darkness was around me, my step was weary and sad, the blast of the north was high, the stars sunk their heads in the clouds, the rain rushed iq forrents over the heath of the moun tain, low and sorrowful was the soul of the Bard. The once noble man sion of the chieftain of Uladh, the time-worn Benburb received time-worn, alas! it is, for the days of its strength are fled, the hour of its might is bye, my eyes moisten with grief, when they look on its ruins; for in sadness they sit on the rock, weeping over the tide of the darkly. gliding wave. Heaps of torn battlements lay scattered across my path, I groped through them to the hall, the noise of my feet was mournful, it rose and died away in silence on the air at a distance, the ground was slippery and cold, my hand touched the wall, it was wet, it seemed to weep for the absence of the valiant, I sat on a piece of a broken arch, my harp lay beneath me on the ground, my head leaned against a massy stone of ancient years, sadness was weighty on my thoughts, for on my hapless condition they wandered," wretchedness" (I groaned)" is my companion,-Happi ness has forsaken this aged breast, never more to return, a stranger, and deserted in the land of my fathers, I sit and mourn over these, the only, alas! sad remains of their greatness, the blast of night laughs at my woes, and drives the falling leaves against me in derision of my misery," I sighed in the frantic fulness of my sorrow, and tears rushed to my grief-swoln eyes. 1 Sleep, my only friend, at last came to my relief; but my slumber was not of repose; for 'suddenly I fancied I behed the hall in a blaze of dazzling splendor, and illusion made me think the glory of "other years" returned, all all was lofty pomp and grandeur. "there child of my children," said he, Age begins to lay a heavy weight on thy strength. Why does the stream of sorrow continue to roll down thy cheek? Hitherto has misery ruled thy fate; but dread not worse, for the blessings of joy remain yet for the bard;" fear left my thoughts; I listened to his words with delight, for his aspect was mild and fair as the rising morn of summer. "Droop not thy head in silent sorrow!— thou son of the song, the offspring of the chief of Uladh should be a stranger to the sigh of womanish grief, strike the harp, let the fame of the mighty men of happier years be heard," I thought I seized the harp. A thousand bards follow the sound, the music of the battle was loud, the soul of the chieftain blazed, for of the mighty Nial Naoi Ghiollaf were the words of the song, the cloud of his brow was gone away, and the se cret sorrow of his soul seemed to forget to gnaw his peace. But suddenly he started from his throne, he snatched the skian from his side, he held it high in the air in his hand, the voice of the song died away at the signal, all was silent as the house of death, his countenance grew dark and clouded, the blood rushed to my heart through fear. The air trembled, whilst it carried his words, Cease these strains, but add the woe of remembrance to my grief, what of all those deeds remains? Where now is the might of the once powercreating Nial? What of all his greatness survives but his name? Matchless was his fame in fight of thousands, his strength like the lowering broad-headed billow of the western sea; yet hie name is untold by the bard of modern days; but he rests in the grave of the noble, his repose is with the mighty men, his name is high on the list of the • bravest of Erin's chiefs. Alas! the • Gaul, from whose shore he brought the white-haired youth, the offering of the conquered, and the proof of his power, now rules with the sword of the tyrant over the land of his race. But misery ere long shall • roll the torrent of its strength over the progeny of the coward, perfidi⚫ous, cold-hearted intruder, and the countless stings of eternal sorrow shall torture the friends of his 'crimes.' "Oh once mighty race of the "Scythian Spaniard, where are the "footsteps of your glory of ancient " years, where remain the traces of 66 your power-crushing greatness of "old? Where are the sons of Brian "of Kincoradh? Will the descendants "of Skian, a kind of battle knife or dagger, the origin of the Scotch dirk. Nial (from whom the noble family of O'Neill), was proclaimed emperor of Ireland, A. D. 880. The reason why he was surnamed Naoi-giolla, or of the nine hostages was, because he detained at Tara pledges of the fidelity of the different provinces, viz. Ist from Munster, 2d from Leinster, 3d from Ulster, 4th from Connaught, 5th the Picts, 6th the Albanian Scots, 7th the British Brigantines, 8th the Letanians or Armoric Britons, 9th from Normandy. 1 The hostage. Kiucoradh, the royal of that emperor in Munster. "of the mighty scourge the Dane, "submit in silence to the soul-killing insults of their foes? Does the spirit "of the valiant cease to kindle the ❝ soul of battle in the breasts of the sons of the powerful?" No, ("cried an aged bard that sat at his right hand,”) noble prince the spirit of the valiant dwells yet in the land; the huge heap of oppression and misfortune hath only till now bound it close to the earth; the burthen grows light, (To be continued) The Case of James Flood, Now under sentence of Death in Newgate, To WILLIAM WELLESLEY POLE. SIR, Perhaps the following statement would appear with more propriety, were it directed to our Chief Gover nor; however, I hope this apparent want of politeness, will be forgiven to a person in my very humble condition, unaccustomed to correspond with Dukes and Foreigners; preferring my own countryman to any other, I take this opportunity of trespassing on your time, though without any personal knowlege of you, than what I collect ed by a bird's-eye view, from the loophole of my cell, last summer, when you humanely condescended to visit every rogue in Newgate but MYSELF and Lard Louth. The royal mercy has been extended to an infamous miscreant of the name of Byrne, convicted of a most foul and detestable conspiracy against the hodour of a prelate of the established Courch, and involving our national eharacter in an intimacy with vices to winch our brave countrymen are, thank God, strangers. This ruffian, at whose foot the fairest and most venerable names would have been prostrated, had not the law checked him in his career, is thought worthy of royal clemency, and unfortunate Flood is ordered for execution. Flood is, I allow, a highway robber, but the un fortunate convict, if he has deviated from order and morality, it is a manly deviation, which neither disgraces his God or his country. An efficient system of Police can prevent the excesses of the highwayman, but no human institution can arrest the infamous conspirator like Byrne, nor is any name, however high, however venerable, that may not be shook in the public opinion by such miscreants, neither the altar, the bench, or even majesty itself arrayed in all its splendor, are inaccessible to this atrocious calumny ; and yet it is thought worthy of the mercy of the executive, that Byrne should be pardoned, and Flood be thought unworthy of the same gracious forgiveness. Robbers may be hastily and unmerciful y chastised, but men, who would protect the com. munity from unlicensed depredation, ought to consider that the morals of a country are as sacred as its property, that a man's fair fame is more precious, than all the treasures on the earth, and when mercy is distributing, the man, ought to share it as well as the monster. With Flood is a robber, and if Flood is restored to life, he may like other robbers, who have founded some of the greatest empires, and best regu. lated states, degenerate into civilization. He is in the prime of life, and like other men of his profession, possessed of great personal courage. those early and strong qualities, he may do honor to his country, he may one day form a part of the brave men, who are adding the ships and colonies" of Bonaparte, to extend the Dominions, and encrease the strength of Britain, not so with the wretch Byrne, let him live wherever he will, he can never expiate his offence, he is a disgrace to any human society. If mercy is doling out to the wicked, let it not be misapplied, by refusing it to the manly robber, and extending it to the brute. Pretences. Early in November last, a large party of Orangemen met near Kibrea, in the connty of Antrim, under pretence of burning Catholic chapels; and after playing several loyal tunes, "Rule Britannia." 66 Croppies, lie down," and going through many other constitutional ceremonies, which took such a considerable part of the evening, that it was a very advanced hour before they could proceed to business; in consequence of which delay they were not able to burn more than one, that of Trimlaght O'Creilly, which they done in the most glowing manner. In the same month when the Orangemen met under pretence of burning Catholic chapels, the Catholics were trying in the King's Bench, for meeting under the pretence of petitioning. Judge Day, one of the judges who presided on the latter occasion, lamented that the Catholics had not used that "candid liberal and free discussion," by which their claims ought to be directed by, that they conducted their business as if they meant to take the constitution by storm. We sup pose that when Camillus, Martin, and Swift, and the other unpractising lawyers who embellish the Patriot with their liberal, candid, and free discussion, prove that the burning pretences have not the sanction of certain persons, that Mr. Pole will order a circular letter to be composed under the legal advice of Messrs. Bushe and Saurin; and that the Ambassador Ser practice advised by that great patriot and statesman, Lord Clare, who, when acting as his Majesty's Attorney Ge neral, brought two bills into Parliakennels, the other for the prostration ment, one for the protection of dog of Catholic chapels, which humane and pious bills were rejected by a majority of ONE, after undergoing a most liberal, candid, and free discus sion. Justice Blacker. This gentleman who was a woollen draper, before he was either a bankrupt, or a magistrate, had frequent dealings with the banking house of Lord Ffrench, where Mr. Blacker was liberally accommodated by getting such bills as he obtained discounted. Mr. Blacker, or his assignees, brought an action against Lord Ffrench for 147,000l. for charging as the agent for the plaintiff stated, illegal interest. The cause was tried a few days, since and in a few minutes it was decided against the justice, and the dream of sharing with all persons concerned in Lord Ffrench's 147,000l. was completely dissipated. Mr. Blacker has since reconciled himself to his magisterial duties, for had he snacked the 147.0007. he would disdain selling his wisdom in company with Doctor Turner at so inadequate a price as 500l. a year. REMARKS jeant will be ordered to serve it to On the Constitution of the United the gentlemen who meet on hot pretences. If we are disappointed in the sanguine hopes of investigation, we expect from those advocates of liberal, candid, and free discussion, and that they do deny us to call burning chapels in Ulster, by the same name that robbing dog kennels is described in Tipperary, "Perturbation." We must believe that the burners, and their admirers, are determined to continue the FOR JANUARY, 1812, VOL. V. |