The Sun.
London, England, 1839-10-28 00:00:00

Prithee do not reject us
Till you've read our Prospectus.
Early in November will be published, what every impartial in-
dividual will admit is much wanted in the Irish Metropolis,
a really Honest, Able, and LIBERAL WEEKLY JOUR-
NAL, which it has been determined shall be called
TH E W 0 R L D. Now that we have sat down to draw up our Prospectus,
we do solemnly protest that we would have given a considerable
sum could we, by any means, have induced Lord Brougham
and Viscount Palmerston to perform the duty for us, by
way of proxy. The one would have described all that
" THE WORLD" ought and will be, a thousand times better
than we can ever hope to do; while the other would have en-
shrouded all our errors and weaknesses in so murky a mantle
of mystification, that they would have escaped the " audax et
vigilans" scrutiny of the keenest customer in the New Police.
Failing in our attempt either to enlist the ex-Chancellor, who
was in hot haste to meet the hero of Waterloo at Dover, or
the Prince of Protocols, who assured us that " he had not a
paragraph in him," the last having been expended to complete
the p:scatory portion of the Queen's Speech, we had some
notion of applying to Sir Edward Lytton Bulwer, but feared
1-e would be too Whiggish and classical. Then we turned
our eyes to Eaton-square, and thought of placing ourselves
under an obligation to Sir William Molesworth, but changed
our mind, lest his Durham politics should creep through a
transparent veil of Radicalism. Tom Wyse we were half in-
clined to solicit, but he wouldhave been rather heavy, and had
enough to do in Waterford. Richard Sheil had the next place
in our consideration, bxt his style would have been too spark-
ling and light for us; and, moreover, we knew that ha was
busied not only in preparing a patriotic address to the electors
of Tipperary, but also in obtaining some knowledge of the
tallow and molasses trade out of M!Calloch's " Commercial
Dictionary."

Having at length seen that we must ourselves put en our
apron, and take up our tools, for the due execution of the un-
dertaking, we were fairly bothered deciding whether the affair
should be extremely long and dull, or uncommonly short and
merry. Conscience whispered that we should speak the truth,
but we remembered that the philosopher of Alalmesbury has
denounced all truth-telling public writers as dangerous to the
safety ea corrupt and tyrannical commonwealth, and has re-
commended that both them and their lucubration& should be
bundled off to some comfortable and hospitable country, like
Australia or New Zealand. Our disposition and interest
prompted us to treat a grave matter with becoming serious-
ness ; but then the advice of Pliny flashed upon our memory,
(Ut in vita sic in studiis pulcherrimum, &c.) where he recom-
mends us to mingle mirth and gravity in our studies. We
feared to be vivacious and pointed, lest we should be condemned
as frivolous and slanderous, and suffer that public displeasure
which has ever been visited upon unhappy authors sirce the
time that the Athenians burned the books of Protagoras, and
the Romans hunted Diogenes and his companions out
city, for telling more than they wished to hear. " Human
Natur," as Dick Stapleton phrases it, would have inclined
us to be a little vain, thereby following the counsel
of Lord Bacon, who informs us that " the fame of Seneca and
Cicero was kept fresh by their boasting, which seems to be like
varnish, that not only makes wood shine, but last ; but we drew
ourselves up, and, upon reflection, decreed that self-praise, so
far as we were concerned, should be monopolized by the com-
pounders of 'Alorison's Pills, and Holloway's Poor Alan's Oint-
ment. Here, then, we were at a dead-lock, and seizing our
pen, first wrote a furious letter to Dr. Dionysius Lardner, com-
plaining that science had not yet discovered some piece of me-
chanism that might manufacture Prospectuses of all sorts and
sizes by steam—then set about inditing one after the good old-
fashioned plan.
The Amphitryon thinks the choicest blessing of life a re-
cherche repast; the exquisite prizes above all things a well-cut
coat, or an unobjectionable cigar ; the Ennuyee pants for the last
new novel, or the opera ; the Rational Man aim loves an
honest and clever newspaper. But where is he to find it?
Most assuredly not among the Liberal Journals of Dublin ; for
we, not long ago, went over the catalogue of the Liberal Me-
tropolitan prints with the talented Mr. George Robins, who
confessed, with a yawn and a sigh, that beg►nning with the
oldest, and leaving off with the youngest,—" the chief of the
Irish Press," (a tribute, by the way, paid to our own humble
exertions by the honest Sheffield Iris)—" he never had the
misfortune to have submitted to his inspection so bad a lot, or
one which would furnish such scanty materials for the puff ex-
traordinary." Spenser tells us that the Dublin Liberal News-
papers, or " carryers of newes," in his time were " fooles and
notable rogues." Tom Moore, if we are to believe Willis, has
described the present generation as downright blockheads ; while
Mr. O'Connell, by way of driving home the nail, designates the
whole concern

" A PALTRY PRESS."
These be hard lines, as the sailers say, but "non noster hie
seralo."

It will now, we imagine, be admitted that something in the
shape of an able and honest Journal is required to " stop the
gap." To put such an intellectual vehicle upon the road, we
think, would be considered Quixotic, even by so speculative and
excellent a judge of such matters as Mr. Peter Purcell. " A
Party is necessary," exclaim the Tory parson, and the Liberal
placehunter, "or else you will reckon but few readers." Upon
this point we join issue, and hope, for the honour of civilized
humanity, that as the Irish public maintain a sufficient number
of newspape.s to tell them falsehood, they will vouchsafe to sup-
Port one which, at all risks, is determined to announce to them
the truth.

All that mortal art bath wrought,
In our cell returns to nought;
The molten gold returns to cay,
The polish'd diamond melts away.
All is altered, all is flown—
Nought stands fast but truth alone."
In Politics we shall be Radicals, and devoted to the People,
utterly regardless of the smiles or ;:owns of the select and
interested few. Such a course, we know, is always perilous
and often profitless—
" Hard is his task who edits—thankless job—
A weekly journal for the factious mob ;
Alike undone, or if he praise or rail;
For this affects his safety, that his sale
He sinks, at last, in luckless limbo set—
If loud, for libel—and if dumb, for debt."
We sha always be happy, when we can agree with those
men who, nuwever they may sometimes err, have rendered
efficient service, and made many sacrifices for the cause of
liberty; but w shall not advocate that wait-a-while policy
which holds out promises to suffering millions which are never
likely to be realized—
" My father, Time, is weak and grey,
With waiting for a better day,"
We shall judge the Government by its acts, and shall oppose
&Premier, be he Whig, Tory, or Radical, when we find him
averse to the removal of the remnant of the Penal Code, which,
absurdly enough, forbids the appointment of a Roman Catho-
lic Chancellor ;—a Colonial Secretary, when be resists the
Ballot ;—or even so amiable and enlightened a Statesman as
the present Irish Secretary, when he seems half disinclined
to grant an increase of popular privileges to the Irish people.
Conscientiously believing that Ireland never can become gene-
rally happy and contented until she again has the advantage
if a DOMESTIC LEGISLATURE, we shall persevere, by
arguments and facts, to advocate the

REPEAL OF THE UNION,
as not more beneficial to Ireland than the Sister Kingdom.
We will bring into the field the heavy artillery of reason,
aided by the light brigade of wit and humour. We shall be
staid with the steady, and mirthful with the light-hearted.
Pursuing "the even tenor of our way," we shall "run on
glittering like a brook in the sunshine,"
" From grave to gay, from lively to severe."
The Statesman will find us political, and the Lawyer will
discover that we know a thing or two ; the Physician shall
proclaim us lovers of the healing art ; the Sportsman shall
learn that we can clear a country with him. " THE WORLD"
to the Lady of Fashion shall be as a Court Gazette, and the
Agriculturist shall not have to complain of our negligence ; the
interests of the Merchant and Manufacturer shall receive our
close attention ; the United Service will find us, as of old, at-
tached to the cloth ; we shall " take our garland and singing
arrangements
robes about us" with the Poet ; visit the studio of the Artist ;
and deal our impartial criticism at the Theatre.
Every number
richnessae
been andm
ade to
variety
embellish elishblea its columns with sketches from some of the best pen-
cils of the slay.
."I'HE WORLD" will be a large quarto, printed with su-
nui‘miabgearzoi of
e "THE; WORLD,"rranaeints
n in
p_erior type upon first-rate paper, and will be published every
Saturday morning, with is late edition for the eoantry, con-
taining all the London, Dublin, anal Provincial Intelligence up
to the dispatch of the evening mails. Subscription, IL ss.
per Annum.—Sept.

Insult their •Soereign, trample on his laws,
And bid defiance'to his pow r, the people,
In justice to themselves, will then defend
His cause, and vindicate the rights they gave."
—Shakspeare.
Published in 1827,. price 25.,
A Letter to the Right Hon. George Canning. By the
Rev. Charles Daubeny, L. L. D., Archdeacon of Sarum,
in the character of—One of the Old Reformers.
" If a proper regard be not paid to the honour and ser-
vice of the true God in the Councils of a Nation, that
Nation which can thus forget itself, must rank behind even
the heathens in political wisdom, who, though religious in
error, were nevertheless religious in principle, never fail
ing to make an attention to their false gods a primary ob-
ject:of their legislation. As a classical scholar, it is uncle.
cessary to trouble you, Sir, with citation in proof...
Published in 1807 (out of print),
Popery Irreconcilable with Christianity, or;the Impoaai-
bility of Popish Christianity. By John Bellamy.