The Sun.
London, England, 1826-07-08 00:00:00

COUNTY GALWAY, Jury 2.

'This being the Sabbath, I naturally expected to be much edi-
fied by the devout manner in, which it would be observed by a fine
people, who are such stout sticklers for their faith ; so I ruse
early, and wandered forth into the streets to see. It was a beau-
tiful morning—the sun was shining in all his glory, and the
great red salmon were glancing up into his beams from the pure
hrnad waters of Lough Corrihb, which flow through the middle
of the town, flashing and sparkling among fragments of rock in
their way to mingle with the vast Atlantic. Kurrn'l
/Warren 1" roared a gruff voice dose behind me, and turning
round to,Nee whose voice it was, I beheld a fine peasant—hairy as

the son of Sycorax, crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like a 'Ream-
lian bull, large Yellow weather-beaten and lime-burnt whiskers
adorned hiS long red face ; no shirt he had ; no shoes, no stock-
ing, and very little trousers ; but he had half a flannel jacket on
hichack, and half an ounce of tobacco in his mouth—the pun-
gent juices whereof spirted spiritedly forth as he spoke. " Kurrn'l
Marren !" he repeated, flourishing his fine broomstick round my
head. " I for him ! Say the good word for Kurrn'l Marren, or,
by .T s, 1 shall knock the back of your skull off!"--" Well,
my fine friend," said I, " you need not put yourself in a passion.
Here's a good word for Colonel, Martin !"—" It's well for ye!
or yur brains ud be scatthert about yur ears at this pre-
sent time," growled the fine animal, shambling slowly away,
from me, and swopping down on the broad of his back
against the wall of the bridge ; but still gloWering at • me, ,
and gripping his beautiful broomstick,• as though he had
more than half a mind to he seedthering my brains ;
and T, well knowing I had none to spare, got them out
of his way as quickly as I could—without running.—
Well, from the bridge of Lough Corribb, • and the company of my
fine friend, the yellow Culiban above-mentioned, I passed tip oue
of the principal streets, and at the open door of a respectable look-
ing house stood a tine brawny, upright, tierce-looking jondentan
with open collar, green handkerchief tied loosely round his neck
—waistcoat of a bright brimstone colour, trousers white us the
driven chalk, and a regular broad-brimmed Dublin drab tile on
the very summit of his cranium; and he was calling to his friend
within the house—" Dennis O'Shatighnessy !--Dennis; I say !"
" What is it?" said another font/man—popping his head out of
the drawing-room window, with a fine cauliflower of " soap
lather,". covering the neether half of his visage ;—" what is it ?"
demanded Come out o' that," replied the jantleman at the
door, looking up to him—" Come out o' that, Dennis Q'Shaugh,
nessy—dam y'r sowl ! ;lan% ye going tu mass?" Throughout the
day the streets swarmed with freeholders ;
.and towards evening
they began to drop in from the country thicker and faster.
• Monday, July 3.
Mr. Martin, at the close of the poll on Saturday evening, was
only 387 behind Mr. Lambert, and this morning the polling was
chiefly in his favour,--if nut entirely so ; for it is service of dan-
ger to vote fur Mr. Lambert now,-*though Mr. 'Lambert is as
staunch an emancipator as Mr. Martin. Things were in this
state until about one o'clock, when a fresh levy of more than 400
freehowlders,---real or soi-disant,—eame in from the mountains,
howling " Ksrryu'l Martin for ever ! ! There were among them
two bagpipers and a couple of almost naked lads, the one with a
tambourine, and the other with a fife; but the tambourine was
cracked, the fife would not squeak, the bagpipes were quite rith-
uxatic, and the musicians were hurried along so rapidly by the
howling, jumping crowd, that no music could be heard, nothing
hut " Shoo-alt,' wheo-ith,•.erom aboo-ah, mushagrah ! I for him !
Sqarra Maren—the Kurryn'l! Shoo-ab, whoo-uh, crom a boo-
ali,• whack I I"

But the finest part of the business is alit- way in which these
fine creatures—(theae-Gunnemara vvoittee, as toy • latollatly Audio
them), are manageti and inarshullisi by the agents of tlseir.ro-
prietors ; for every freehowlder is the born qtru/1„,"—or, it not
the born thrall, he is the thrall—the cerf—,the slave of the landed
gentleman on whose land he ►sallowed to exist for the time being.
In the first place, then, after they have enterell the town, -and
howled themselves hoarse, according to their instructions, the
agents refresh them with a lump of haMbaked bread and a glass
of whisky each. After this they are- assorted and•dietributed into
the booths appointed to to the respective baronies; and there the
oath are administered - to them in gangs of twenty or thirty,

through the maditim of interpreters.L.foiTnot one, in. ten of theM
can speak one,word of English. And this is the worshipful " forty
shilling free-holder" system ! l have seen the unpolled ones.
marched down from the Court-house in gangs, after the poll has
closed, and the subordinate agent or driver, marching behind them
with the keys of their roosting-place' dangling- in hls Vend ; oid,,
after calling at the contracting baker's and Whisky slops for their
lumps of bread and their drop of whiskyOuttrelt'them on to some
empty store, and there lock them up for the night. This very
night I saw several gangs so supped and so folded ; and I heard
one poor fellow, us he came. out of the baker's shop, eagerly gnaw-
ing the lump of bread, say, " God bless liquarr Mart.'n—l wish
he was putting up all the year, and then, may be, I'd get a loaf
every day!"
Nevertheliss, under this fine system, Mr. Martin polled 95
thereby reducing his minority from 387 to 192; and; as he hat
still two days and a half to poll, and nobody votes for Mr. Lam-
bert since his friends pistolled poor Jerry Sullivan, there is little
doubt that Mr. Martin will again get a teat.

Mr. Martin acquired tide title by becoming Colonel of the
Galway Voluntairs, some two or three• and twenty years a9o—'
but what then? when a was has once got a handle to his names
why should he lose it?

ASSIZE INTELLIGENCE.

NORTIMAIPTON, JULY 6.

tivEL.--suintAxn P. Wow) AAA Atityruvß.

'ibis was WI, action far libel.
tifieation.

'lle defendants plitatied a
_in*.

Mr. Godt.nottn opened the pliadings with much accuracy.
RKIN—The plaintiff seeks nothing more than the vin.
dication of his character, and, as it is now admitted that time
charge* are utterly fake, we consent to a nominal verdict.
The Jury found for the plaintiff, damage* la., which carries
all tost4.