The Sun.
London, England, 1835-12-02 00:00:00

TO THE PEOPLE OF IRELAND

(From the Dublin Pilot of Monday.)
DARRYNANE ABBEY, Nov. 27, 1835.
" An ounce of civet—good apothecary !"
BELOVED FELLOW COUNTRYMEN.
You perceive how lam assailed! There never yet was
any mode of attack which has not been practised upon me.
I receive all as the wages of my devotion to every principle
of civil and religious liberty—but, above all, of the un-
abated enthusiasm with which I cherish the rights and
abhor the wrongs of our loved and abused land—
" For it is treason to love her, and death to defend !"
No matter, I can bear ten times as much—and as the
greatest. suffering I can bear—l can cheerfully hear the
puling and sickly affectation of those who foster the most
atrocious of my slanderers ; and yet are ready to faint with
gentility, and die of " aromatic pain," because in a strife,
not of words but of things, I do call things by their' right
but ugly names.
Of this more another day. For the present I write
merely to assure you that I will feel it my duty to appeal
by letter, and also personally, to the constituents of " what
was" Sir Francis Burdett en the subject of the unprovoked
and preposterous attack made upon me in " the Times," in
the name of that Baronet. I will make that appeal in
about a fortnight, unless I shall have ascertained in the in-
terim that the unhappy gentleman has been placed by his
friends under personal restraint. It is, indeed, manifest
that be is likely to do himself—poor man—a mischief, un-
less he be well looked after. If ho, however, continue at
large, it will be my melancholy duty to call the attention of
the electors of Westminster to his conduct, and to that of
his proteges—of those whom he has sagaciously grouped
under his fantastic protection.
In the meantime, I will look out for " a commodity of
good words." Everything that falls from my pen Omit be
redolent of the civet. I will carry on the political warfare
with " Eau de Rose." He who tells base lies shall in fu-
ture be merely a " falsificator ;" he who betrays his prin-
ciples, his party, and his country, shall be a " foolish and
fading gentleman ;" and he who, with only one virtue and
a thousand faults, abandons that virtue, but corrects none
of his faults, shall be—l do not at present know exactly
what-L-but I will discover some perfumed word, so soft as
not to shake the shattered nerves of the most unsound,
personally as well as morally, of the antiquated roues of St.
James's

.e or myself, these assaults, serve only to rouse me to re-
newed, to redoubled efforts. - There is much to be done to
carry into practical effect the principles which the Burdett
of a former day professed. More remains to be done, to
give Ireland a chance of permanent good government. The
present Ministry, virulently assailed by powerful enemies,
and insidiously, and therefore most basely, betrayed by pre-
tended friends, throw one moment of blessed light and salu-
tary heat upon the gloom of our unfortunate country ; but
it may be, like the lightning's glare, transitory, and only
making the returning darkness more hideous. Let us, then,
detect and despise those who aid the common enemy at such
an awful moment.
You know, fellow-countrymen, that I am, and will be
" while there is life in this heart."
Your ever-zealous, devoted, and faithful servant,
DANiEL O'CONNELL.