The Sun.
London, England, 1845-05-13 00:00:00

THE TORY PARTY.

" But wo forgot, Sir Robert Peel is not the leader of
the Tory party: the party that resisted the ruinous
mystificatio►► that metamorphosed direct taxation by the
Crown into indirect taxation by the Commons; that de-
nounced the system that mortgaged industry to protect
property; the party that ruled Ireland by a scheme which
reconciled both churches, and by a series of Parliaments
which counted among them Lords and Commons of both
religions; that has maintained at all times the territorial
constitution of England as the only basis and security
fur local government, and which, nevertheless, once laid
on the table of the House of Commons a commercial
tariff, negotiated at Utrecht, which is the most rational
that was ever devised by statesmen; a party that has
prevented the Church from being the salaried agent of
the State, and has supported through many struggles,
the parochial polity of the country which secures to
every labourer a home.

" In a parliamentary sense, that great party has ceased
to exist; but I will believe it still lives in the thought
and sentiment and consecrated memory of the English
nation. It has its origin in great principles and in noble
instincts; it sympathizes with the lowly, it looks up to
the Most High; it can count its heroes and its martyrs;
they have met in its behalf plunder, proscription, and
death. Nor when it finally yielded to the iron progress
of oligarchical supremacy, was its catastrophe inglorious.
Its genius was vindicated in golden sentences and with
fervent arguments of impassioned logic by St. John, and
breathed in the intrepid eloquence and patriot soul of
William Wyndham. Even now it is not dead, but
slcepeth; and in an age of political materialism, of con-
fused purposes and perplexed intelligence, that aspires
only to wealth because it has faith in no other accom-
plishment, as men rifle cargoes on the verge of ship-
wreck, Toryism will yet rise from the tomb over which
Bolingbroke shed his last tear, to bring back strength to
the Crown, liberty to the subject, and to announce that
power has only one-duty—to secure the social welfare of
the People."

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ON THE DEATH OF THOMAS
HO OD, ESQ.,
AUTHOR OF " THE SONG OF THE SHIRT."
Alas ! poor Hood I thy kindly heart is now at rest ;
Thy playful fancy, which was wont to raise
Delightful thoughts to soothe the aching breast,
Is quench'd in death—no more to win our praise.

Peace to thine ashes ! For if mortal man
E'er did the duty which his Maker wills,
Thou bast done thine in the brief span
Of mortal years which now thy destiny fulfils.

Long will thy memory live whilst hearts can feel
For wrongs and woes which carking care and want
Inflicts on those who are without a meal,
Or scant can gain it by the use of fingers gaunt.
How true thy pathos ! How exact to life.
The wretched life of many a British maid,
And widow'd mother, and heartbroken wife,
Who seeks her pittance for a shirt or braid.

" Song of the Shirt !" Long may it ring with quiv'ring note
In ears that tingle—hearts that learn to feel
The truthfulness of what thy genius wrote,
And have the means such want and woes to heal !
Blest be thy shade ! "Itis a good and holy thought
To pray for the departed" souls of those
Whose acts true charity and kindness taught ;
I therefore pray for thee, at thy mortality's sad close.
May 9, 1845. H.