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not a crime, but a qualification, an conciliators can offer will turn them indispensable qualification for official
from their courses. One is from a advancement—it has been aptly sub- speech of Mr. O'Connell; one from a sidiary to the craft of the Melbourne Roman Catholic organ, “ The Tablet.” ministry—the latter giving power and We
both from the Siatesman of confidence to the enemies of British July 7. connection—the former discouraging Thus speaks Mr. O'Connell :and disabling its warmest and bestdeserving friends and while thus en- * Vo defection can now injure the feebling and dispiriting the constitu- triumphant progress of the good cause, tional party, it has not only not suc
if we be true to ourselves. I have had ceeded in converting their opponents
the opportunity of consulting men the
most respectable, the highest in respecto a better disposition, but, by giving most respectable, the
tability and station, who are supposed them hope of success, it has stimulated
adverse to us.
I won't mention names; them to the avowal of purposes and but what did they advise? No compro the adoption of means which, in for- mise! • You'll be offered (they said) mer times, would have incurred the the destruction of the church temporalities, penalties of treason. Let it not be or their appropriation to state purposes. imagined from any thing we have said Take all you get, but give up nothing. here, that we would desire the advance
You have repeal well organised nowment of an unworthy partizan, because
no need of a drag-no fear of being hur
ried down the hill of wild revolutionof his political principles or services-or that we condemn an experiment like
go on as you are doing, giving no offence
to any one, injuring no one—the people that of Sir Robert Peel, to conciliate
conducting themselves better than the adversaries by wise discrimination in
nobility at Almacks-giving the stronghis use of patronage. We would sim- est proof of their subordination-of ply have the best men placed in the the highest order of civilization—that posts where they could render best civilization which proceeds from religious service-and would require only that
principle and the purest morality. Ay, an honest government should not deny
the people of Ireland are showing to
the nations of the earth a miracle of to the country the services of the wise and good, because their promotion good conduct never yet equalled ; that
it never even entered into the heads of would be unacceptable to the party
statesmen to conceive, till his knowledge who desire the dismemberment of the of the virtues of his countrymen inspired empire. To give repealers a veto in the glorious idea. The demonstrathe appointment of those who are to tion in Dundalk was the last until I be entrusted with the maintenance of came to Dublin, and it would be only British connection, is to become an
repeating what was said in every family instrument in the hands of the disloyal,
in the city last night, to say one word and to betray the sovereign and the
of the majestic and awful spectacle of
But the question perpetually recurs - What is to be done? Is the Bri
Thus far the agitator. The organ tish government to conciliate the re- of his party in England speaks thus: pealers? to put them down? or to yield to their demands?
“ We of c vur:c agree with the Chro
nicle,' that the Irish Church is a grievsurrender of the temporalties of the
ance as real in its nature as it is Irish church conciliate them? They
enormous in magnitude;' and when the say peremtorily--no. There are, cer
Chronicle asks, Why not come forward tainly, members of the British House
with a proposition to redress this grievof Commons, very expert in speech, ance ? we answer, because this redress, very daring in assertion, very ignorant mighty as it would be in any other of the subject, who say-yes; but they country than Ireland, is hardly worth are even of an inferior class to those naming in the present aspect of affairs. who, by similar audacity of promise
The abolition of the Irish Church, as a and prediction, deceived and betrayed
single measure, would not, we are firmly
persuaded, buy off' ten voices from repeal. the country. We select an Irish and
And why not? First, because it comes an English testimony to the spirit of
rather too late; repeal seems now almost determination with which repealers
within the grasp, and contains within it pursue their purpose, and the little this church question, and many more queslikelihood there is that such bribes as tions beside. In the second place, we
say the condition of Ireland is such, police. We do not, however, think it that the church question is in itself a
enough to prevent the manifestation matter of truly secondary importance.
of a bad spirit,-until the spirit itself In any other country it would be a
is converted, there is no security for question of immense value. But in Ireland it has hardly any value as a means ;
the national welfare and repose. and as an end it is not to be named with
Can this had spirit he appeasedone or two other questions. Miserable, can it be allayed ? When British indeed, must be the condition of a coun- statesme. become wise enough to try which can afford two grievances
know what it is—the country may engreater and weightier than this monster tertain a hope. So long as the nature church. That miserable country is Ire- of the evil remains a mystery, there is land. Two, at least—the landlord and
obviously little reason to expect that tenant question, and the poor law
legislation can correct it.
We repeat overtop even the gigantic stature of
(and we have furnished many proofs in the monster church." - The Tablet.
former numbers of our magazine, that Who are to be believed--the unac. we are correct in the assertion) that credited undertakers in parliament, or the spirit which torments Ireland is the recognised organs of the Roman the offspring of Romanism and antiCatholic and repeal parties?
The people Can the British minister yield ? If desire in repeal a resumption of lands, he do, he will yield up the honour and which whatever they were when forpower of his country. Necessity, per- feited, are now objects of desire. The ħaps, may justify him. It would, so Roman Catholic hierocracy and priestit was said in a recent debate, justify
hood desire in repeal, empire-empire a breach of the articles of union ; only more undivided and absolute than they let it be sufficiently manifest and con- enjoy in Belgium. This is the real straining, and the union itself must character of the repeal movement. yield. We warn England and the It aims at ascendancy of the Romish British legislature to beware in time religion and of priestly power-recothat that necessity do not arrive. Let very of the whole territory of Ireland. Mr. O'Connell be free to keep his We will not repeat again here what agitation alive—an agitation which, in ought to be done to suppress or divert various forms of advantage, direct and an agitation raised for such objects as indirect, may more than compensate these, but we confidently affirm that it his party for the trouble and cost at will not be allayed by any concession which it is maintained, and the day which government has as yet been admay come when the cry for deliverance
vised to grant. A powerful body, from the burden of the legislative who are taught to regard concession union may be more passionate and as acknowledgment of their power, more general in Great Britain than will not for inferior considerations be now it is in Ireland.
turned aside from the prosecution of advisedly.
an enterprise which they hope to have But is it possible to suppress the so richly rewarded as by the separation agitation by which Ireland is disor- of Ireland from Great Britain. Will dered, and the whole empire seriously the government adopt a policy more alarmed ? If it be not-bad as the effectual than that of concession ? We alternative is-preparation should be know not, but we earnestly advise all inade to meet the horrors of repeal. who are interested in the stability of We, for our parts, see no formidable British connection to take care that difficulty in the way of suppressing the the Protestant strength of Ireland be bad spirit, as well as putting an end to not overlooked or undervalued in a the threatening demonstrations now, crisis which seems to direct all attenbut we fear much that forbearance and tion upon the more numerous hosts of delay will increase the difficulty, and, repeal. The moral and physical if of much longer continuance, will strength of more than fifteen hundred nurture disaffection into such magni. thousand individuals ought to be caretude and strength that civil war may fully husbanded, and, when the chafail to effect what could have been racter of the Protestant population is accomplished by the timely interven- considered, can scarcely be too highly tion of a magistrate, and a division of esteemed.
I am half sorry already that I have told that little story of myself. Somehow the recollection is painful ; and now I would rather hasten away from Brussels, and wander on to other scenes; and yet there are many things I fain would speak of, and some people too, worth a mention in passing. I should like to have taken you a moonlight walk through the “Grand Place," and, after tracing against the clear sky the delicate outline of the beautiful spire, whose gilded point seemed stretching away towards the bright star above it, to have shown you the interior of a Flemish club in the old “Salle de Loyauté." Primitive quaint fellows they are, these Flemings—consequential, sedate, self-satisfied, simple creatures—credulous to any extent of their own importance, but kindly withal ; not hospitable themselves, but admirers of the virtue in others; easily pleased, when the amusement costs little; and, in a word, a people admirably adapted by nature to become a kind of territorial coinage, alternately paid over by one great state to another, as the balance of Europe inclines to this side or that ; with industry enough always to be worth robbing, and with a territory perfectly suited to pitched battles ; two admirable reasons exist for Belgium being a species of Hounslow Heath or Wormwood scrubs, as the nations of the Continent feel disposed for theft, or fighting. It was a cruel joke, however, to make them into a nation. One gets tired of laughing at them at last; and even Sancho's island of Barataria had become a nuisance, were it long lived.
Well, I must hasten away now. I can't go back to “ The France" yet awhile, so I'll even take to the road—but what road ? That's the question. What a luxury it would be, to be sure to have some person of exquisite taste who could order dinner every day in the year—arranging the carte by a physiogmical study of your countenance--and plan out your route by some innate sense of your desires. Arthur O'Leary has none such, however ; his whole philosophy in life being to throw the reins on the hack Fortune's neck, and let the jade take her own way. Not that he has had any reason to regret his mode of travel. No; his nag has carried him pleasantly on through life—now cantering softly over the even turf, now picking her way more cautiously among bad ground and broken pebbles-and if here and there an occasional side leap or a start has put him out of saddle, it has scarcely put him out of temper; for one
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great secret has he at least learned—and after all, it's one worth remembering: very few of the happiest events and pleasantest circumstances in our lives have not their origin in some incident, which, had we been able, we had prevented happening—and then, while taking your mare “chance" over a stiff country, be advised by me, give her plenty of head, sit close, and when you come to a rasper, let her take her own way over it. So convinced am I of the truth of this axiom, that I should not die easy if I had not told it; and now, if any thing should prevent these fragments being printed, I leave a clause in my will to provide for three O'Leary treatises, to establish this fact, being written, for which my executors are empowered to pay five pounds sterling for each. Why, were it not for this, I had been married say at the least some fourteen times in various quarters of the globe, and might have had a family of children, black and white, sufficient to make a set of chess men among them. There's no saying what might not have happened to me. It would seem like boasting if I said that the Emperor of Austria had some notions of getting rid of Metternich to give me the “Foreign Affairs;" and that I narrowly escaped once commanding the Russian feet in the Baltic. But of these, at another time.-I only wish to keep the principle at present in view—that Fortune will always do better for us than we could do for ourselves ; but to this end there must be no tampering or meddling on our part. The goddess is not a West-end physician, who, provided you are ever prepared with your fee, blandly permits you all the little excesses you are bent on. No: she is of the Abernethy school, somewhat rough occasionally, but always honest-never suffering any interference from the patient, but exacting implicit faith and perfect obedience. As for me, I follow the regimen prescribed for me without a thought of opposition ; and wherever I find myself in this world, be it China or the Caucasus, Ghuznee, Genoa, or Glasnevin, I feel for the time, that's my fitting place, and endeavour to make the best of it.
The pedestrian alone of all travellers is thus taken by the hand by Fortune. Your extra-post, with a courier on the box, interferes sadly with the current of all those little incidents of the road which are ever happening to him who takes to the “by-ways” of the world. The odds are about one hundred to one against you, that when seated in your carriage, the postillion in his saddle, and the fat courier outside, the words “en route" being given, you arrive at your destination that evening without any accident or adventure whatever of more consequence than a lost shoe from the near leader, a snapped spring, or a heartburn from the glass of bad brandy you took at the third stage. A blue post, with white stripes on it, tells you that you are in Prussia ; or a yellow and brown pole, that the Grand Duke of Nassau is giving you the hospitality of his territorysave which you have no other evidence of change. The village inn, and its little circle of celebrities, opens not to you those peeps at humble life so indicative of national character: you stop not at the way-side chapel in the sultry heat of noon to charm away your peaceful hour of reflection-now turning from the lovely madonna above the altar to the peasant girl who kneels in supplication beneath—now contrasting the stern features of some painted martyr with the wrinkled front and weather-beaten traits of some white-haired beggar-now musing over the quiet existence of the humble figure whose heavy sabots wake the echoes of the vaulted aisleor watching, perhaps, that venerable priest who glides about before the altar in his white robes, and disappears by some unseen door, seeming like a phantom of the place. The little relics of village devotion, so touching in their poverty, awake no thought within you of the pious souls in yonder hamlet. The old cure himself, as he jogs along on his ambling pony, suggests nothing save the figure of age and decrepitude. You have not seen the sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks of his humble flock who salute him as he passes, nor gazed upon that broad high forehead where benevolence and charity have fixed their dwelling. The foot-sore veteran or the young conscript have not been your fellow-travellersmayhap you would despise them. Their joys and sorrows, their hopes, their fears, their wishes-all move in an humble sphere, and little suit the ears of those whose fortune is a higher one.
Not that the staff and the knapsack are the passports to only such as these. My experience would tell very differently. With some of the most remarkable men I ever met my acquaintance grew on the roadsome of the very pleasantest moments of my life had their origin in the chances of the way-side—the little glimpses I have ever enjoyed of national character have been owing to these same accidents; and I have often hailed some casual interruption to my route, some passing obstacle to my journey, as the source of an adventure which might afford me the greatest pleasure. I date this feeling to a good number of years backand in great measure to an incident that occurred to me when first wandering in this country. It is scarcely a story, but as illustrating my position, I will tell it.
Soon after the denouement of my Polish adventureI scarcely like to be more particular in my designation of it-I received a small remittance from England, and started for Namur. My uncle Toby's recollections had been an inducement for the journey, had I not the more pleasant one in my wish to see the Meuse, of whose scenery I had already heard so much.
The season was a delightful one—the beginning of autumn; and truly the country far surpassed all my anticipations. The road to Dinant led along by the river—the clear stream rippling at one side; at the other, the massive granite rocks, rising to several hundred feet, frowned above you; some gnarled oak or hardy ash clinging to the steep cliffs, and hanging their drooping leaves above your head ; on the opposite bank, meadows of emerald green, intersected with ash rows and tall poplars, stretched away to the back ground of dense forest that bounded the view to the very horizon.
Here and there a little farm-house framed in wood, and painted in many a gaudy colour, would peep from the little enclosure of vines and plumtrees; more rarely still, the pointed roof and turreted gable of a venerable chateau would rise above the trees. How often did I stop to gaze on these quaint old edifices, with their ballustrades and terraces—on which a solitary peacock walked proudly to and fro: the only sound that stirred, the hissing plash of the jet d'eau, whose sparkling drops came pattering on the broad water-lilies; and as I looked, I wondered within myself what kind of life they led who dwelt there. The windows were open to the ground, bouquets of rich flowers stood on the little tables. These were all signs of habitation, yet no one moved about—no stir nor bustle denoted that there were dwellers there. How different from the country life of our great houses in England, with trains of servants and equipages hurrying hither and thither. All the wealth and magnificence of the great capital transported to some far-off county—that ennui and fastidiousness, fatigue and lassitude, should lose none of their habitual aids. Well, for my part, the life among green trees and flowers, where the thrush sings, and the bee goes humming by, can scarcely be too homely for my taste: it is in the peaceful aspect of all Nature, the sense of calm that breathes