mere animals, who wallowing in fenfuality exift rather than enjoy life.) occafional animating fcraps of Irish history-I have endeavoured to drag from the obfcurity in which they were buried by intolerance, names, illuftrious for their valour or their fuffering-Filled with a reverence for Genius however unfortunate, I have spoken with the impartiality of after times, of a Fitzgerald, a Tandy, and an Emmet, at the fame time that I condemn the effervescence of over-heated zeal and the madness of Utopian legiflation, Convinced that the profperity of Ireland ultimately depends on the fate of the Catholics, I have paid particular attention to their affairs, and have with all my ftrength and voice hunted down the Veto. The cause of the Catholics I know to be the caufe of Ireland, because its population is Catholic. Let it be remembered, and I think it a claim not undeferving the grati tude of the Irish Catholics, that it was in the Irish Magazine the fecret tranfaction concerning the Veto was firft difcovered.

After having been hidden for nine years from the Irish people and the Irish clergy, with allthe assiduity and carefulness of men bent the on deftrueЄtion of the country, the Irish Magazine dragged the monster from its lurking hole, and fhewed it's ugliness to the world.The friends of the Veto, the English minifters and the Irifh fuici dal apoftates faw that their fcheme was blown up and in confequence I have had the honour of making every rafcal in the country my enemy.-I don't blame the English minifter for withing to unionize Ireland and Great Britain in Religion as well as in po. litics. 'Tis fair that an English miaifter acting on the laid-down and well-known principle of hatred which His countrymen bear us, fhould ftrain

every nerve to rob us of every remnant of independence; but it is pitiable and forrowful able and forrowful to reflect, that Irifhmen themfelves fhould be the bafe and blind tools to do this damnable work for him- and yet, poor people of Ireland, this is actually the cafe. Every man who appeared on the fide of the Veto, was eit er blind thro' folly or wicked thro' intemperate ambition.-Some fellows mere dupes anb have fince repented. -Other fellows mere knaves, and are ftill pertinacious. Mine is not the language of praife and yet I am happy to fay, that many whom I abuled from honeft indignation, now merit my panegyric. Lord Fingall is amongst the number.-He it appears, has wept for having any thing to do with the Veto, and even tho' late, he ought to be thanked for ceafing to grace a fet of rafcals with his title. I wonder is Mr. Byrne the confidential friend of my Lord Fingall now? No; not he, faith! And even the Bellews are not asked; how do they do? What a delightful thing it is to fee thefe patriots falling outI wish I could write a farce.-How would I make the town laugh at the grimaces and whining of my longbellied coufin, the lawyer.-I have not however any laughing talents and I must be content with plain, blunt, pedeftrian abafe. The best interests of the Catholics are interwoven in the queftion of the Veto, and it is ominous to Ireland that all the English, and the English Irish fac tions are for it. When we fee fuch a piebald connection, as Grattan and the followers of Mr. Pitt let true Irishmen look about them, for there is danger to be feared. Oh! what a deathly blow was made at poor Ireland.-Milner, the Bishop, comes amongst us with his fimiles and his founding flattery.

Mr.

-We, like a fet of unfufpecting, open, hofpitable, fellows, as we are, receive him with every mark of affection. He cries with the fincerity of a crocodile, over our fufferings -He fhows a picture of our country and character, drawn by himself in beautiful colouring-All light No fhade It dazzles our eyes--He em 1 braces us in our wonder-he lulls us to fleep-and then what does this Epifcopal thief, this apoftolic Viper do? but endeavour to fteal away during our flumber what we valued moft in the world, It was well that there was a little cackling to awaken us-fuccefs to you-- Brave, honeft Sarsfield. You were a good centinel -You gave the alarm-You rang the tohsiu, and at the noife every good man started from his pillow-Oh! Bishop Milner-You'll never catch us napping again,-And if you take my advice you'll endeavour to make peace with this offended country and with your own confcience by getting Sarsfields Letters with thofe of Detector, and Laicus, bound in a pocket volume which for the rest of your life you can carry about you for your edifcation.-No more of your pompous affertions and affervations, about Spilling your blood, and your orthodoxy -Tertullian was for the most part of his life as orthodox as you-He too at one period would have shed his blood-But Tertullian was proud - as well as I recollect-You know better than 1He at laft attacked the bishops of his time-and he fell-Doctor, is not this a very wholesome leffon for you?

I pray to God from my heart that you may benefit by the example. -The bishops of Ireland tho' you abuse them, did their duty and they have the nations applaufe.-I give you up now to the hands of Mr. *This must be a miflake of the prefs for Vicar.

Ponfonby, who declared, and will, as well as I can learn, declare in parliament that in your communications with him, and your after affertions in the public prints, there was great want of candour and fomething very unfair. ---But you'll fettle that between yourselves, and how you adjuft matters will give very little concern to Ireland.- Well then farewell tot he Veto men, and now for a few words to the other enemies of the Irish Magazine-namely the Orangemen.-A paltry orange Magazine, conducted by an English puffinaker, which, though professing to contain within its magic circle all the knowledge in the world, yet has within its compafs nothing but ftolen trafh and theatrical froth, and whofe dignity confists in having each fucceffive month, its fhameless front decorated by the face of fome one or other of the actors or actrosses of this City.-This fame characterless print, I fay denounced me and the Irish Magazine to the fury of Major Sirr.

I don't blame the puff-maker and his masters to be angry with the Irish Magazine; for wherever it appeared their poor print was civil enough to make it's exit; but this I will tell then and perhaps they do not already know it, that I fear juft as much from the fury of the major at I do from the point of their abufe.-One is now as harmlefs as the other. There was indeed a day of terror when every good man trembled as the M - approached.-That day is now no more, and let me do this much juftice to the prefent Government, to declare that they have not shackled the prefs. They have allowed that conftstutional liberty to this diffufer of public Spirit, for which we ought to thank them because it is a bieffing we did not always enjoy, nor indeed expect. The puff-maker be

trays as much ignorance as dullness, when he would have it understood, that Major Sirr has now the confequence he formerly had.-When he would infinuate that the laws will not afford protection to every man who is not a rebel, when he fuppofes things to be fo bad in Ireland, as that pri vate property can be attacked by public violence.-No, Mr. Puff, these are not the times in which you and they, whofe hearts core is like your own, would find delight.--Thefe are not the good times of hanging and flogging and shooting. The gallows no more adorns our streets-and Crangemen walk dejected in the pub lic places. Be convinced then that as a British fubject who understands his privileges under the British conftitution, that I will ftand unawed by power, and will not fhrink from the traight line I have marked out for myfelf, particularly thro' fear of the vengeance of an undertrapper

what would become of that great effential of the British conftitution the Liberty of the Prefs if the advice of this wretched hireling, were fol lowed?-When fuch a man as my Lord Manners, from his facred feat of juftice fpeaks the language of difinterefted patriotifin, and fupports the rights of the prefs. It muft gain nerve and ftrength from fuch protection--and it difp fes alike the valiant Major and the venal Editor.-Hold then your impotent tongue, Mr. I di. tor, of the circle of knowledge, and if by an honest rivalry you can not put down your cotemporaries, let not the rage of envy fwell your cheeks, and spit venom at those who are I above you. I should not indeed have wafted a line on a print which had fo wantonly attacked me, but that a total filence might indicate fear from its vapid threatenings.-I have done with it, nor, perhaps fhall 1 ever again think its tolly worth my notice.

A more serious fubject indeed attracts my attention. Every man who thinks, must be now borne a way by a ftrong propenfity to the confideration of the fate of Europe and of our own country-I addrefs myfelf to the body of the people-with them alone I wish to cominune for the sake of us all; letting the pompous long winded Editors of the Newspa pers * direct their hacknied drawl of fleep imparting influence to thefunderftandings of the great. A new Re volution of time begins and with it feems to begin a new arrangement in the political world. Let us look backward and forward, abroad and at home. Let us try whether there is for us any thing cheering in the future, any thing confoling in the paft.-Let us fee, are we externally strong and powerful? And are we internally happy and unoppreffed.Let us not with pitiful narrow minds take a contracted view of but a portion of this great fcene, but as if rifing above the level of low underftandings, ftretch our view over the broadly extended profpect. A year that will be memorable for its great events to pofterity, has juft elapfed. It has not glided into eternity in waveless and unturbulent peace, but it has rushed like the impetuous mountain torrent, fweeping with all its evils thro fociety, and leaving nothing but defolation behind. In one short year France has made a dreadful progreffion towards univerfal dominion. That extraordinary genius, that child of fate, Bonaparte, whofe foul, made of the fterneit ftuff, is fit for wars and b oils, has wiefted from another nation her nominal independence, With what an eye ought an honeft Irishman view the fcene in Spain. An old tie of nationality fubfitts be ween the Spaniards and the defcendants of Milefius. And a trông fympathy therefore * I except the Herald.

must always exift in the breafts of either for the fufferings of the other. Before we weep over the fate of the Spaniards, for their own fakes; we should first ask; is the passing over of this people from the fway of Charles IV. to the dominion of Bounaparte, a tranfition from happinefs to mifery, from liberty to flavery. Thefe are very fair queftions and I will be bold enough to fay that no one who knew the fate of the Spainards un der the old govern ent, ever beheld a people more funk in flavery, more abject in wretchedness. Had not the Bourbons with their train of effeminate aristocratic nobles, thrown a fpirited, proud and powerful nation into the lowest, dulleft lethargy ?Did not they fuffer the energies of this vigorous nation to become extinct?--Did not their fatal fyftem of defpotic government extinguifh every fame of public fpirit. Was the Liberty of the Prefs even known? Did not the horrors of the Inquifi tion ftare both religious and political liberty in the face? Was not the pealant in Spain degraded below the nobleffe, even to be confidered a mere beast of burden? Did not thofe wretched, effeminate luxurious nobes, basking in the wealth of Mex, ico and Peru, reprefs every exertion of induftry,and every improvement in the arts? Was there not at the court of Madrid thoufands and tens of thoufands of thofe devouring locufts, Penfioners and placemen: the neceffary appendages of a corrupt Government, who fattened on the blood and sweat of the people? In fhort was not the Spanish name, a byeword amongst the nations? Did not every independant ftate in Europe point at this once great nation with the finger of contempt, and were not we ourselves the loudeft in their re probation?--- Such, Irishmen was the ftate of Spain and from fuch a flate have they been rescued by the

French.-Whether their new masters will treat them better or worse than the old, is a problem which time only can refolve. Let us not fhed tears therefore over the fate of Spain, for the fake of Spain itfelf-our forrow muft originate in another more powerful and felfith motive.— It is the effect which the conqueft of Spain by the French, will have on thefe countries, that at bottom ex. torts from us all the fine fympathy which we have displayed. The affectation of honourable generofity towards the Patriots on the part of England, is abfolutely difgufting.. No, indeed It was their fear for the confequences of this new acceffion, to the power of our ineveterate enemy; that actuated all our national exertions. And why not? The defire of fafety is a fair principle.-And why not avow it, Oh! no? the good, difinterested, noble-minded people of England care not for their fafety--Tis pure natioual pride and the love of glory that influence them. Let it be fo. But now that we may confider Spain incorporated with France and its energies, about to be wielded by one of the Bounapartes? What may we not fear? It is well afcertained that Bounaparte's threats of invafion, is no idle boast, nó vain Bravado! But the fixed malice. of one who hates Great Britain as the greatelt enemy to his country, and who regards it at the author of all the blood and carnage which has, for this fifteen years deluged and defolated the plains of Europe. It is awful to look at the tremendous

power of France, holding in her mighty arm the thunderbolt of our deftruction. It is awful indeed and the fear that it infpires, is wholefome, Let us not coquet with the danger, left when it is too late we may weep for our inconfiderateness -It is vain to endeavour to concea