The Sun.
London, England, 1838-04-21 00:00:00

SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS.

Had we been told that there existed in any portion of the
empire a faction, no matter how despicable or how small, to
whom the presence of their youthful Sovereign would be
hateful, and whose depraved and abandoned minds were
engaged in preparing for that Sovereign insult and annoy-
ance, we should have spurned the statement as a reproach
to which no portion of the community could possibly be
obnoxious. We find, however, that we estimated too
highly the sentiments of loyalty and love which we thought
pervaded as a passion all classes of our follow-subjects.
One segment there is of the community which openly pro-
claims its rancorous disloyalty, deprecates as a calamity
what all other men would hail as a blessing—the presence
of their Queen—and openly avows its determination to out-
rage the feelings of their Royal Visitant by a systematic and
unheard-of insolence. If feelings such as we describe
exist, it wants not a moment's consideration to declare in
what minds alone they can lodge. From whom but the
wretched remnant of an expiring faction could such senti-
ments proceed as we now extract from the organ of the du-
tiful and loyal Orangemen of Ireland :-
4, But the meditated visit to Ireland is a measure of a kind
altogether different. It is unnecessary, will be attended with
extravagant expense, will disturb and confuse the ordinary
course of public business; and, having no other object but to
promote the views of a party, can have no other consequence
but such evils as are attendant on the train of faction. It is
wily necessary that our gracious ruler should be made ac-
quainted with the miseries which her visit here would unques-
tionably entail on her faithful and dutiful Protestant subjects,
to induce her to resist all the entreaties of a scheming and crafty
Minister."

Such is the animated prefiguration by the Evening Mail
of th• welcome which our Sovereign is likely to receive at
the hands of the Protestants of Ireland. The Conserva-
tives of Ireland, however, do not consider the curse of a
visit from their Sovereign entirely inevitable. The Lion
of England they trust will stand in her path.

" The Queen will not visit this distracted country. And
why? Because the people of England will respectfully and
dutifully remonstrate agrinst her Majesty lending the eclat of
her name, and the sacredness of her person, to a purpose so
manifesly one of party."
Sir Francis Burdett, no doubt, will devote the weight
of his integrity and the splendour of kis eloquence to-
wards rousing the English from that apathy which would
suffer her Majesty to visit a country where a Church
Establishment can be seen in all its loveliness, without
a congregation to distract the attention or impede
the view. The dignitaries of the Established Church
in Ireland are likewise, we are informed, busily engaged in
the composition of a form of prayer, deprecating the
threatened visit of their Sovereign. The plague of the
Royal presence, the pestilence of national education, and
the famine which a Church Reform must inflict upon them,
are the three curses against which the prayers of those
holy men are now specially directed. But should the
English people prove apathetic, and the prayers of the
Clergy unavailing, and the Queen still tyrannically proceed
to Ireland, then indeed will the last drop be thrown into
the cup of Protestant suffering. The loyalty of the Pro-
testants will compel them to enter the Popish precincts of
Dublin Castle to do homage to their Sovereign; but their self-
respect, wounded by intercourse with Papists and plebeians,
will forbid a gleam of happiness from ever revisiting their
minds. See the ordeal they must pass.
" The Popish hierarchy and the Irish agitators, and the
uniform mass of anti-British principles, plebeian birth and
manners, and vulgar pretensions congregated at the Castle
of Dublin, form a society altogether unfit to constitute a
Court for the maiden Majesty of England. It is true
that her Majesty's loyal Conservative subjects would on such
an occasion overcome their repugnance, and even there
render her the homage which their hearts would pay. But,
with profound respect for her Majesty's feelings, and those of
her loyal Irish subjects, we tell her they would rather meet her
anywhere else ; and we feel convinced that her Majesty thinks
too justly, and has too much consideration for the feelings of
others, to take any measures which could lay them under an
awkward and painful constraint, in doing that act which their
affections most incline them to do—namely, that of offering
their hearts at the shrine of Royalty, and honouring the mo-
narchy in the person of their most gracious and interesting
Sovereign."
The society of Dublin Castle, albiet good enough for the
Queen of England, stinks in the nostrils of her loyal Irish
Orange subjects. Imagine the outraged feelings of a true
blue Protestant—a Dublin corporator, for example—com-
pelled to breathe the same atmosphere with " men of ple-
beian birth and manners, and vulgar pretensions," with
the Leinsters, the Fingalls, the 111eaths, the Charle-
monts, the Leitrims, the Talbots, the Miltowns,
&c., and the rest of the canaille who infest Dublin
Castle. What future happiness could the mind of a Rath-
downe or a Dunlo experience, should their ancient extrac-
tion be tainted by a moment's intercourse with a Popish
upstart like Lord Fingall? Talk of Eastern despotism in
comparison with that preparing by Queen Victoria for the
Orangemen of Ireland! That inflicts death ; but this
dishonour. But we mistake the resolution of the gracious
lady who sways the willing hearts of all but the members of
a paltry, vulgar, and detested faction, if their avowed dis-
loyalty, or even meditated insults, could move her from any
gracious purpose that may at present fill her breast. To
Ireland the accession of her Majesty was the harbinger of
better days. Under the shadow of her scepter the Irish
people have found protection from the violence of a faction,
whose loyalty was coeval with the continuance of their
monopoly and the maintenance of their ascendency. The
Irish people pant for the opportunity of testiljing their
gratitude, a quality which their worst enemies have not
denied them.—Morning Chronicle.

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Yesterday morning, between nine anu. ten o'clock,
a gentleman named Millar, who resides at No. 15, Chapel-
',lnc, King's road, Pimlico, was thrown off his horse in rid-
ing- through Eaton square, and sustained a compound fracture
of the right arm above the elbow. lie was ultimately removed,
in a sate of great suffering, to his own residence.
A man, named Panthous, who was condemned to
hard labour at the hulks for life, on a charge of complicity
in an attempt to murder, and was waiting at the prison of
La Roquette to be transported to Brest, put an end to his
life two days ago, by hanging himself with a rope made of
his shirt, which he had fastened to one of the bars of thQ win-
dow in his cell,