The Sun.
London, England, 1841-03-02 00:00:00

THE SPORTING REVIEW.

The embellishments of the Sporting Review
for March are " Fox-hunting,' Plate 111. by
Prior, from a design by Davis, nd a map of the
various meets of the Quorn Hounds. Both are
as well executed as the generality of Magazine
illustrations. The best papers in this, Number
are "Hyde Marston," and the " HiStory of the
Turf," both, we suspect from the pen of the Edi-
tor, though only one is said to be his. " Sham-
rock" is a sad hand at the Irish brogue, which,
by the bye, few Englishmen are ever able to
manage, however conversant they may be with
the tales of Lady Morgan, Banim, Lover, Carle-
ton Miss Edgworth, and Mrs. Hall. Nimrod's
" Carle-
ton,
in Leicestershire" is continued, but so
briefly that we derive scarcely any pleasure from
its perusal. The " Royal Stud" will prove a
welcome article to such country sportsmen as
have never had an opportunity of visiting her
Majesty's Mews at Pimlico.

THE DUBLIN UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE.
An etching of Daniel O'Connell, M.P. for all
Ireland, as Cobbett well described him, is the
prominent figure in the portrait gallery of the
Tory Dublin Magazine for March ! Yes there
is the veritable Daniel himself, his cloak thrown
carelessly round his portly figure, and he in the
act of trudging down to the House of Commons.
The smile on his face, and the twinkle of his
longing roguish eye, tell as plainly as words
could do that he is enjOying in anticipation some
fresh triumph over the Tories. The biographical
sketch which accompanies the portrait of the
Member for Dublin, though penned by a rabid
Tory, betrays indications of a latent and long
cherished admiration of the distinguished object
of the writer's vituperation. Though opposed in
heart and soul to Daniel and his party, the writer
shrinks from appearing as the vulgar assailant
and calumniator of a man whom he evidently
thinks is an honour to the country that gave him
birth. Let us quote a sentence or two to show in
what this writer differs from the Coarse calumnia-
tors who attack O'Connell in the columns of the
Evening Mail and the Standard:—" We have
heard insinuations against Mr. O'Connell's va-
lour. In the most unequivocal terms we declare
our disbelief in them.. We lay no such flattering
unction to our souls as that rebellion must grow
slack in consequence of Mr. O'Connell's cowar-
dice. If he thought it advisable to marshal the
strength of his masses against the power of Eng-
land, we believe firmly that, from any craven
apprehensions of what would befal himself, he
would not stay the battle. On the contrary, we
believe—
" That hour of bliss is all he'd crave
Between his labours and his grave."
No. Mr. O'Connell is not a dastard." The
writer goes on to express his belief that Mr.
O'Connell was a repealer from the first moment
of his political existence—a fact which, lie says,
reconciles all that appears discrepant in his long
and distinguished political career. He is further
persuaded that Mr. O'Connell never for an in-
stant swerved from his principles, or was untrue
to himself. According to this Tory writer, Mr.
O'Connell is a mistaken and a mischievous, but
at the same time a thoroughly honest, self-per-
suaded, and self-confiding politician, who, seeing
before him what he deems the only path to li-
berty, pursues it with unfalteringc, foot, unchang-
ing eye, and unfailing heart. This sketch of
O'Connell by a contemporary Orangeman, satis-
fies us that posterity will do justice to the political
genius of the Irish liberator. The " Misfortunes of
Barney Branagan," by William Carleton, one
of the most delightful of Irish story-tellers, is
continued this month. "Dramatic Doings" is a
clever sketch, evidently written by one familiar
with all the approaches to the Green-room. It
is full of life, as such sketches ought to be. M.
Guizot's " Washington," and Taylor's "Natural
History of Society," supply materials for two ar-
ticles of able, and, in a great measure, judicious
criticism.
." Charles O'Malley," in right-dash-
ing style, brings up the rear, and in his company
we are 3iever. t ed, e .eptwitli laughing.. 1,1e,.is
the very beau aeleal olr an Irish Dz•a-go-on of the
true Milesian stamp. May so pleasant a fellow
be never sent to vegetate on half-pay !