The Sun.
London, England, 1834-09-26 00:00:00

LONDON,
FRIDAY EVENING, SEPTEMBER 26, 1834.

We have received by express the Paris papers of
Wednesday, in which the only intelligence is the ap-
pointment of M. DECAZES to the office of Grand
Referendary of the Chamber of Peers, and the
probable effects which this appointment is likely
to . have on the affairs of France. It is
thought that Marshal GERARD is about to resign
the Presidency of the Council, if not to retire
altogether from office. No sufficient reason is as-
signed for this, except that he was out-voted in
the Cabinet on the question of granting an
amnesty to those convicted of political offences. The
arrivals from Spain bring no news of a later date than
what appeared in The Sun of yesterday. Despatches
from Madrid are hourly expected.

As the sounds of the " flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery,
dulcimer, and all kinds of music," which the Lord
Abbot of Derrynane commanded to proclaim the mo-
ment of prostration before the great brazen image, are
now dying away in the distance, we take advantage of
the pause, in order to apprise the people of Ireland of
the delusion which is about to be practised on them.
The public proclamation of the Great Agitator, ad-
aessed to the citizens of Dublin through the medium
of " Our right trusty and right well beloved councillor
and cousin, EDWARD O'DWYER, Esq.," command-
ing the cordial reception in the city of the Honourable
Member for Oldham, has been upwards of a week be-
fore the public ; nor has the contrast of the opinions
expressed in it respecting the character of COBBETT,
with those of the same notorious personage in 1828,
been entirely overlooked by the lovers of consistency
on this side the Channel. But these are trifles on an
occasion like the present. We care not for dwelling
upon the freaks of this brace of world's wonders. All we
desire is that Ireland would be mindful of her own
dignity—that she would not, after the fashion of her

great Idol; when GEORdE IV. condescended to

tread her shores—clank her fetters—dance in chains
before the reptiles who only seek to rivet them. There
is no necessary conjunction between misery and mean-
ness ; Ireland may be wretched, but she ought not
therefore so far to forget what she owes to herself,
as fall prostrate at the feet of England's far-famed
political apostate.

In spite of the disgust which we feel at the heart-
less, and unprincipled freaks of O'CONNELL and
COBBETT ; whose sole object is to gull the poor
peasantry out of their pence, the one for rent, the other
for the exhibition of himself, in Fishamble-street, we
cannot repress a smile when we think of the prepara-
tions on either side for a meeting so unparalleled even
in Ireland. We can almost fancy O'CONNELL in
Council surrounded by his satellites of the ex-Catholic
Association, and as sure as the thought occurs to us,
we find it illustrated in that inimitably humourous
scene in the comedy of She Stoops to Conquer, where
Old Hardcastle assembles his servants to prepare
them for the arrival of Marlow and Hastings. Hear
the counterpart of the Agitator in Council :
" HARDcAsTLE—WeII, I hope you're perfect in the table
exercise. I have been teaching you these three days. You all
know your parts and your places, and can show that you have
been used to good company without stirring from home.
" OmNEs—Ay, ay.
" HARDCASTLE—When company comes, you are not to pop
out and stare, and then run in again like frighted rabbits in a
warren.

" OMNSS—No, no.

" HARDCASTLE—You, Diggory, whom I have taken from the
barn, are to make a show at the side table ; and you, Roger,
whom I have advanced from the plough, are to place yourself
behind my chair. But you're not to stand so, with your hands
in your pockets. Take your hands from your pockets, Roger,
and from your head, you blockhead, you. See how Diggory
carries his hands. They're a little too stiff, indeed, but that's
no matter.

" DIOGORY-Ay, mind how I hold them : I learned to hold
my hands this way when I was upon drill for the militia. And
being upon drill—
" HARDCASTLE—You must not be so talkative, Diggory ;
you must be all attention to the guests. You must hear us
talk, and not think of talking ; you must see us drink, and not
think of drinking ; you must see us eat, and not think of eating.
" DIGGORY-By the laws, your Worship, that's perfectly un-
possible. Whenever Diggory sees yeating going forward,
ecod he's always wishing for a mouthful himself.
HARDcAsTLE---Blockhead is not a bellyful in the kitchen
as good as a bellyful in the parlour ? Stay your stomach with
that reflection.

" DIGGORY—'Ecod, I thank your Worship : I'll make a
shift to stay my stomach with a slice of cold beef in the pantry.
" HARDCASTLE—Diggory, you are too talkative. Then, if
I happen to say a good thing, or tell a good story at table, you
must not all burst out a laughing as if you made part of the
company.

"DiCicony—Then, 'ecod, your Worship must not tell the
story of Ould Grouse in the gun-room : I can't help laughing
at that—he, he, he !—for the soul of me. We have laughed
at that these twenty years—ha, ha, ha !

" HARDCASTLE—Ha, ha, ha 1 The story is a good one. Well,
honest Diggory, you may laugh at that,—but still 'remember
to be attentive."

Humourous as is the above dialogue, it is nothing
to the scene in which O'CONNELL, O'DWYER, and
TOM STEELE, were the principal figurantes, pre-
vious to the landing of the Bolt-court luminary. What
a pity that all this preparation should go for nothing,
and that the stories compared with which that of
" Ould Grouse in the Gun-room," and the exploits of
the Duke of MARLBOROUGH in Flanders, were no
more comparable " than chalk to cheese," are all to
remain untold because the Oldham patriot prefers the
chances of the receipts for his exhibition in Dublin, to
recitals of DANIEL'S defeat of DERRY DAWSON,
his pummellings of Sir ROBERT PEEL., and his ex-
pulsion from the " Green Isle" of the gallant and
high-spirited ANGLESEY. It is certainly amusing to
watch the cunning of the two demagogues, and with
what amazing dexterity they endeavour to overreach
each other, while their arms are extended in a most
fraternal embrace. O'CONNELL would monopolize
COBBETT if he could—not from any love he bears
him, but because he knows well that his great object in
going to Dublin is to make money, or to pre-
pare the way for making money, by lecturing for
some charity this year, in order to sow the seeds of a
golden harvest for himself, during the ensuing, which,
of course, would diminiA very considerably the amount
of his rent-roll. COBBETT knows all this, and to
keep up the humbug, feigns that he is going to school
in Ireland—that he cannot properly represent Oldham
while he remains ignorant of the theatrical tastes of
the citizens of Dublin. This is really capital acting.
The principal performers have well studied their parts,
and, to say the truth, get through them admirably.
The only fear we have is that the people may not see
through the juggle, which is merely a trial of skill be-
tween two performers, for the purpose of ascertaining
who shall be most successful in duping them.
If the people of Ireland, and more especially the
citizens of Dublin, possess but a tithe of the public
spirit, the high national feeling, and the sense of re-
spect which is due to themselves as the representatives
of a nation, they will leave COBBETT in quiet posses-
sion of the thoroughfare in any street through which
it may please him to pass. He is not a man to be
trusted, and that all Europe knows. He will tell
them plenty of old stories about his early regard for
them—the many fine things he said of them in his
" Life of Jackson," and with what zeal he defended
the priests in his " History of the Reformation"—
aye, and he will protest he only breathes to serve them,
in and out of Parliament, with pen, tongue, and
life—if they will pay him handsomely for his profes-
sions. But their best course will be to leave him to
rejoice in peace, over the inward satisfaction which
good men derive from the performance of their duty.
Let them show him they can appreciate the patriotism
of public men, whose soliloquies, when in a soliloquizing
mood, might be given in the language of their parlia-
mentary prototype in " Hudibras
" And as we thrived by tumults then,
So might we better now agen,
If we knew how—as then we did—
To use them rightly in our need:
Tumults, by which the mutinous
Betray themselves, instead of us."

Ireland has had plenty of COBBETT'S patriotism
among her own self-elected defenders. They have
wheedled her out of her money often enough to teach
her more caution than- ought to suffice for a very cool
reception of the Knight of the Gridiron. The bane
of the country has been the folly of the people, in
giving credence to the nonsense uttered by every incen-
diary who had an interest in disturbing its tranquil-
lity. The people of Ireland may rest assured that they
will find their best defenders in his MAJESTY'S Go-
vernment, who have their interest at heart, and who
are most anxious to remove from them every cause of
just and reasonable complaint. Those who wish
well to the poor sufferers, who have been made
the victims of heartless, and unprincipled agitation,
will, it is to be hoped, co-operate with the Govern-
ment in putting down the incendiaries of all parties.
Until the system of agitation cease—until there is an
end of the harangues of Orange Parsons, and Re-
pealers—there never can be peace, security, and hap-