The Sun.
London, England, 1837-01-13 00:00:00

plant each other in the favour of the classes of society
upon whose patronage they depend, by preliminary
puffs of the miraculous speed with which their ex-
presses from Glasgow shall—not travel, but fly.
Whether we consider the feelings manifested in the
northern or southern part of the island, we may ven-
ture to say, without the least fear of contradiction
from any quarter, that an interest so deep and univer-
sal as the proceedings at Glasgow have excited was
never before known to exist upon any similar occa-
sion.—Morning Post.
A very amusing affair, in the shape of a Conser-
vative guzzle on a small scale, has just come off at a
place called Ormskirk—a place very likely of which
not one in ten thousand of our readers has ever before
heard. Lest, therefore, any of them should go away
with the erroneous impression, that Ormskirk is some
uncivilized and distant part of the earth, we may as
well mention that its local habitation is in Lancashire,
or some adjoining county. What the extent of the
place may be we have no means of knowing. We
should suppose it boasts a population of about 500, as
out of the eight or ten dozen Tories who sat down to
dinner, full one-half appear to have come from a
distance. Giving, then, ten Reformers to one Tory,
which is a fair proportion in such cases, we come to
the conclusion that Ormskirk rejoices in a population
of somewhere about 500. This, however, is a matter
of very little consequence. The practical question
after all—at least to the Tories—bears on the quality
of the dinner. We say, then, unhesitatingly, without
being, to use John Gilpin's language, " there to see,"
that a more miserable table was never presented to Conser-
vative stomachs. We should think it must have been hard
to say—even for those who tried them most—whether
the solids or liquids were the worst in quality or the small-
IA in quantity. That there was a grievous deficiency in
the supplies, and that the wines were what the fox
called the grapes when he could not get at them,
namely, sour—that such was the fact we think unan-
swerably clear—that is to say, if there be any truth in
Lord Bacon's inductive system. We never yet knew
an instance in which an assemblage of Tories were
well dined, and had a sufficient supply of wines of the
" right sort" afterwards, without the speakers waxing
wonderously loyal and magniloquent, and the hearers
exercising their lungs until they had exhausted them-
selves. At this mock, or rather miniature Tory guz-
zle, there seems to have been nothing of the kind.
The orators appear to have been wonderfully grave
and sober in their speeches, and the hearers—having
nothing, we suppose, to eat or drink—seem to have
been fast asleep while the speeches were in course
of aecouchement. As far as the audience were con-
cerned, they afforded a fine exemplification of the silent
system. At this festival, as at the burial of Sir John
Moore, "not a sound was heard," other than that of
the poor wights who successively toiled through their
several speeches. Every speaker would appear to have
been his own and only hearer. It was really amusing,
to witness the efforts which were made by various ora-
tors to eticit from the taciturn assemblage the music of
a cheer. One Rev. Gentleman, a Mr. \Vannop, par-
reularly signa!ized himself in his attempts to get up
a round of applause. With this view he represented
the Constitution as the " monarch of the forest, stand-
ing unstrained amidst a tempest of the elements, and
striking its roots deeper and deeper into the soil."
Here was elcquenee for the Ormskirk Tories ! What
a pity to waste it on a set of men so incapable of
appreciating it ! Even the reporter himself—though
reporters seldom have any very strong feeling in such
cases—even the reporter himself seems to have been
ashamed of the Rev. Gentleman's unintellectual audi-
ence, for he ventures to stick in at the conclusion of the
above passage, the words—" Loud cheering*." The Rev.
Orator next went on to try the effect on his audience of
the introduction of a topic which is a marvellous favourite
with the great body of the clergy—the topic, namely, of
" fighting." He told them that they—including, of
course, himself—had all come there to fight for the
Constitution. Still it would not do : his Conservative
sudience were as Conservative of their cheers as be-
fore ; not a lung was put in requisition. The same
" solemn silence" was preserved. His hearers could
not have looked more serious had he been exhorting
them from the, pulpit, instead of making a violent po-
litical speech at a public dinner. The Rev. Gentle-
man now began—and no wonder—to get discouraged.
He consequently lost no time in cutting short the re-
mainder of his. harangue. But before he sat down he
unguardedly delivered himself of one very important
truth. He said the interests of the Church and the
interest of the clergy were not at all identical. This
was gospel with a vengeance ! Happy were it for his
parishioners, if Mr. Wannop's pulpit ministration were
always as orthodox. So far from the interest of the
Church and the clergy being identical, nothing could
be more distinct. Wherever the interests of the clergy
prosper, those of the Church suffer. The interests of
the Church can never be properly or permanently es-
tablished, until she has got rid of such political zealots
and intolerants as the Rev. Mr. Wannop.—Morning
Advertiser.

It is with feelings of pain and indescribable disgust
that we ever take up the Whig Poor Law Anzend-
meat Act as a subject of discussion. Amendment
Act indeed ! Never was that term so miserably per-
verted. To abolish a system of Christian benevo-
lence, which added the sanctions of law to the obliga-
tions of morality, and to set up in its place the grind-
ing tyranny of a central triumvirate, en powered to
exercise absolute and inquisitorial power over all the
rate-payers of the kingdom, and to inflict upon po-
verty the punishment of crime, is what the Whigs call
an amendment of the poor man's charter, the 43d of
Elizabeth. It is much such an amendment as the code
and practice of the Holy Inquisition was of the merciful
dispensation of the Gospel—in other words, the
substitution of cruelty for benevolence—inhumanity
for mercy—torture for relief. We have repeatedly told
our Whig rulers--the ci-devant " friends of the peo-
ple," but now most particularly proved to be the
friends of none but themselves and their own connec-
tions--we have repeatedly told them that a law so ab-
horrent from the spirit of our religion--so opposed to
the humane feelings of the British public—so repug-
nant to the genius of our Constitution, cannot long be
allowed to disgrace the Statute Book. It is in vain
for Mr. Spring Rice to sound its praise in his Budget
speeches. It is in vain for Lord John Russell to
boast of this beautiful emanation of Whig wisdom, on
the ground that certain cheese-parings are saved to pa-
rishes by pinching the relief of the poor to the mini-
mum subsistence of human life, while the pampered
administrators of the unchristian law are rolling in
luxury at the national expense. The great mass of the
British public despise and loathe the paltry economy
that scrapes some miserable savings from the trenchers
of the poor, that Whig dependants may, at the public
cost, be " clothed in purple and fine linen, and fare
sumptuously every day." But as to Mr. Spring Rice,
if he ever has another opportunity of making a six-
column budget speech, we question if he will again
enliven his financial calculations with eulogistic allu-
sions to the pauper-grinding Bill. And as to Lord
John Russell, the Radical allies of the Government,
from Shoreditch to Lambeth, solemnly declare that they.
have " found him out ;" that they have taken accu-
rate measure of his moral and intellectual dimensions,
and that he is
" The smallest of all the patricians,
And a mere farthing rushlight among politicians."
It is, to be sure, " a small matter" to have discovered,
but still it is an instance of retributive justice that the
Poor Law Amendment Act has become the lamp, by y
the light of which that discovery was made. Lord
John and his colleagues, in screwing to its highest
pressure the Malthusian machine for the oppression
of the poor, have produced a recoil which has irrepar-
ably injured themselves. It has shattered to pieces
whatever remained of popularity to their Cabinet
among those masses to which they have been in
the habit of appealing, when reduced to extremity
by their blunders and misdeeds. Let the public
money, which our Whig Ministers have squan-
dered on the Quixotic follies of the quadruple al-
liance in Spain and the non-intervention war, be put
against the savings in the poors' rate, and it will be
found that a good deal of what is filched from charity
at home is fooled away in the most silly and mischievous
sort of expenditure abroad—in fomenting our neigh-
bours' quarrels while pretending to love peace, and in
shedding blood without daring to declare war. The
Whigs begrudge a full meal of bread to the poor,