The Sun.
London, England, 1834-09-06 00:00:00

which his predecessors used to make the means of pro- '
viding for their families. We do not mean to enume-
rate the subsequent acts of the CHANCELLOR, but
we say they all bear the impress of a lofty mind ; and
that he is to be judged by his acts, and not by the
insinuations and misrepresentations of renegade and
party writers. The grounds upon which he proceeds
are beyond their ken, for he dives into the principle of
things, with which they are unable to grapple. To
say that he is without faults, or does not fall into error,
would be to say that he is not a man. His faults and
his errors arc a fair subject of animadversion. But his
faults and his errors are one thing, and his
.talents and
his acts, which proceed from his talents, are another ;
and there is animadversion for correction, and animad-
version for destruction, which last is the palpable pur-
pose of his traducers, who will possibly sooner pro-
duce an effect upon a part of the community similar to
themselves, than make an impression upon the CHAN-
cELLoR ; for there is a disposition in little minds to
pull down what they cannot reach, while there is a
tendency in great ones to despise the attempt.

Thursday last seems to have been a blank day—a
sort of dies non—to the Lancashire Conservatives. In
full expectation that his Grace of WELLINGTON would
honour them with his presence, they had put them-
selves to prodigious expense in getting up a dinner
every way worthy of such a guest. But, alas the
day of the grand festival came, and still no Duke !
Hour after hour wore on—carriage after carriage rolled
up to the " Legh Arms Hotel,"—and still no Duke I
Public astonishment and curiosity were of course
strongly roused in consequence of this unnac-
countable absence of his Grace. " Where
is the Duke ? " What can have be-
come of the Duke ?"—" Has he mistaken the
day ?" " Has his carriage broken down and rolled
him into a ditch ?" " Is he ill ?" " Has he got the
cholera ?" Such were the questions bandied about
all day among the Conservatives at Newton, but not a
soul could answer them. The utmost that any one
knew was, that there was to be a dinner without a
Duke—so to dinner they went, consoling themselves,
no doubt, with the reflection that, after all, things were
not quite so bad, for that it was infinitely 'better to go
without a Duke, than to go without a dinner. We
think so too.

The speeches delivered at this festival were no
less worthy of the speakers than of the cause
they espoused. The Chairman (the Earl
of WILTON), was particularly happy in his
display of full-grown absurdity. He observed
that it was now high time for the Ultras
to begin to show the people that they were really well
disposed towards them just as if the people had not
all their wits about them, and could discriminate be-
tween friends and foes ! " Parliament" added the
Noble Speaker " when convened, enabled government
to remove some of those props which supported the
fabric of the constitution ; but by the timely exertions
of the friends of the constitution, by the exertion of a
society such as that which he had the honour then
of addressing, the day was not far distant when the
country would be restored to that glorious state in which
Englishmen wished to behold her." The Noble Lord
evidently implies by this that the day is coming when
the House of Commons will be untTformed—that is,
" restored to the glorious state of"—boroughmongery.
His Lordship must be labouring under a more than
ordinary Conservative hallucination—and that is saying
a good deal for him—if he really expects that such an
event as this will ever take place. The glories of borough-
mongery are already with the years beyond the flood--
never to be renewed till HUME sports the poetic, and
O'COIsINELL has learned to be consistent.

If Lord WILTON was simply absurd, Mr. ROBY
took a higher flight. He was absolutely frantic, and
this to a degree which would create a sensation even
in Bedlam. O'CONNELL, he said, was " a brawling
demagogue,"—Lord ALTHORP " honest by a figure
of speech,"—Lord PALMERSTON a " courter of
Mammon,"—the House of Commons a " stye" full
of " filthy profanities ;"—did any one ever yet
hear, see, or read of a profane pig-stye ?
in fact, there was neither worth, wit, nor honesty to be
met with, except among the Conservatives. It was
some comfort, however, proceeded the speaker, to re-
flect that the House of Lords was still the House of
Lords. It is singular from what strange sources your
genuine Conservative derives the materials of consola-
tion. Here we find a man actually chuckling at the
idea of the House of Lords doing all it can to ensure
its own destruction I And this satisfaction he expe-
riences because he is a staunch friend to that House I
It is clear that Mr. ROBY loves the House,
as Othello loved Desdemona,'" not wisely but too
well."

Lord SKELMERSDALE observed, in a speech dull
enough for a Duke, " It might be said, why did
the House of Lords consent to the passing of the Re-
form Bill ? It had done so, not from anv childish
fear, but to comply with the pledge which the highest
individual in the country had given on the question,--a
pledge which, he believed, he since deeply regretted."
This insinuation is as malignant, as we firmly believe
it is unfounded. - But Conservative malignity sticks
at nothing, provided an end is to be accomplished.
Your true Ultra will lie—fawn—flatter—bully—betray
—lick the dust off the rabble's feet—or kick them
about like foot-balls—in fact do any thing or all things
that may tend to the advancement of his own interests.
Thus we here see a Peer of the Realm insinuating for
party purposes a charge against his MAJESTY of the
most incredible vacillation I What.! can his towering
ambitionbe satisfied with no humbler theme for the exer-
cise of its malignity ? Is it so all-grasping—so auda-
cious—so omnivorous—that it will not even spare the
Throne ? Had a Whig or a Radical put forth
a hint like this—bless us I what a shout of exe-
ci ation would have been raised among the Conser-
vatives ! But these, we suppose, from long habit,
think they may sin with impunity. It is a mere
harmless ebullition of vivacity when they insult
anointed Majesty ; though were a Whig or Radical
ever to attempt the like, in him it would be down-

right treason.—
That in the Captain's but a choleric word,
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy."
We have left ourselves little space to do justice to the
deserts of Mr. HULTON--which we regret—for he is
a- Conservative fforthy of our utmost attention.
Wherever there is a Feast of Folly, he is sure to sit
high among the guests. His speech was a di-
ligent embodiment of all the most rancorous
abuse that has defiled the columns of the
post, ever since that journal first adopted
the dialect of Billingsgate. He was especially
emphatic on the subject of RIDLEY'S ghost
_—the Whig banditti—the Durhamites—old LA-
T / LE....,—the great rzbellion...;anl .Ii rd QI4Y,