The Sun.
London, England, 1846-04-08 00:00:00

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The great fault of Young Ireland is that he is too
modest. He wants self-reliance. His dependencies for
his dearest vindictive objects are never on his own
powers. He does not play the braggart on his own
account, he brags of foreigners. He is like a woman
who threatens you with what this man or that man will
do to you.
One time Prince Joinville was to make minced meat
of us. Thirty thousand Frenchmen thrown on the Irish
coast were to expel the Irish invaders. Now bow ex-
cessively modest it is in art oppressed nation of eight
brave millions to hold thirty thousand foreigners essen-
tial, indispensable to her liberation !
Next Brother Jonathan was looked to as the avenger,
andireland's battle was to be fought in Oregon. Again
this is molest to the nialus pudor, for if any other third
of the kingdom really felt that it had a just cause and a
battle to light, it would full surely fight its battle nearer
home, and fight it with its own hands, and trusting only
to its own hands, and trusting only to its own right and
might. Hampden and Cromwell did not look to
foreigners to champion their cause.
The Seikhs have been the last hope of too modest
Young Ireland. The Notion sees them sweeping us out
of India with 200,000 blazing scyrnitars; but, unfortu•
Irately for this cheering and encouraging view, it was
hardly published before the arrival of the news of the
complete overthrow of the enemy, whose blazing scymi-
tars are pawned for the expenses of the war—
" From the whole facts we arrive at the conclusion that the
hopes of the invading army are now very low, and are
wearing lower every day—that Sir 11. Hardinge and Sir C.
Napier will probably never meet—and that if the people of
Lahore and the' protected' states on the Hindoo side of the
river make good use of their time, and have ordinary sagacity
to see the value of union and co-operation at such a crisis,
the game is in their Lauds—that the whole Moslem population
of Northern India, who are only waiting for the first
reverse that befals the British arms to raise the cry of
Deen ! Deen !—the Faith ! the Faith l'—and fall upon their
oppressors with all the fury of vengeance hoarded well for
thirty years, will clear the way to Bengal with 200,000
blazing scymitars ; that ere twelve months shall have gone
round, not the Sutlej only, but the Jumna, and possibly the
very Ganges shall be no longer overshadowed by the robber-
standard of the tyrants of Southern Asia; and that the
blood-stained Company—the plagues of the East—the plun-
derers of Hyderabad—the scourge of the Carnatic—and the
poisoners of China, may begin to set their house in order at
Calcutta. Allah Bismallah I God is great—Amen and
Amen."

How really poor in spirit is all this vicarious ven-
geance.
It was a song of a certain Jacobin worthy, that
He fled full soon
On the Ist of June
But he bade the rest keep fighting.
Young Ireland bids the rest keep fighting, not having
fled, indeed, for he has not taken the field. He is mar-
vellously- strong, nothing can resist him, and yet he un-
accounntably submits to what he represents as the most
intolerable tyranny, and contents himself with calling
on foreigners to go to war for him, or on Indians to
revolt, "if they have the ordinary sagacity to see the
value of union and co-operation at such a crisis."
Young Ireland is quite right in not playing the rebel,
but Young Ireland should not talk the rebel which it
does not play. The dialogue without the action has
the most abasing effect. It is too obtrusively " making
the dare not' wait upon would,' like the poor cat in
the adage."
Ireland has many grievances, but none worth blood-
shed ; she has many claims, but none to be advanced by
bloodshed, or the diabolical desire for it without daring
to share in the peril. The redress of Old Ireland's
wrongs will come in due course if the males pudor of
Young Ireland do not unfortunately excite feelings
calculated to retard it. Young Ireland only wants
a little manly pride. He must not be always
exaggerating and enlarging on his sores. He
must not make out his case worse than it is, so as to
make its recreancy to bear it while he is bragging of his
potency. He must not count, too, upon the alms of
foreign valour for his deliverance. There is no case, no
occasion whatever for valour, foreign or indigenous.
Nothing is wanted and wanting but a little good sense
and right spirit. You have nothing to do with blazing
scymitara— no, nor with blazing shilelaghs either,
things much apter for combustion and broil.
Let there be an end of the foreign look-out for
mischief to England, and let your hopes live on
your own means, int on the loup-de-mer Joinville
one day, and a lion of Lahore another who turns
cut to be pared of his claws by the pct advices. As
the homely old proverb says, " Let every herring hang
by its own head, every tub stands on its own botton,"
and let Young Ireland pluck up a little of the honest
pride of independence—independence of foreign aid
and self-reliance on righteous means righteously di-
ected.—Examiner.