The Sun.
London, England, 1828-08-26 00:00:00

of public opinion ; they know this, and they are
too wise to quit thi :,dvaut::gootis ground which
they possess of constitutional right for any thing
like civil distui bailee, which would be the death-
blow of all their well-founded hopes. Their po-
tions are so reasonable—it is so much the in-
terest of Britain to grant them ; there is such a
weight of reason in their favour, that further de-
lay is impossible ; the same unseen but irresis•
tible power which brought about the repeal of the
Test and Corporation Acts, will give relief to
them—the tide has set in, and it will rise to its
level. No power can stem the progress of
opinion, which is moving on, every day, with ac-
celerated force ; and which will, without doubt,
break down all the barriers that stand in its way,
however solidly fixed. The past history of the
world is one continued illustration of the triumph
of opinion over power ; we consider it cer-
tain, therefore, that the final deliverance of the
Catholics is fast approaching, and cannot be re-
tarded.

;;„4. Letters of the 15th instant, from Barcelona,
only 20 hours' sail from the Islands of Minorca and
Majorca, do not mention a syllable of the occu-
pation of those Islands by a French force, and
the rumour is treated now with total disbelief.

If we are to believe the assertions of a Morning I
Paper, which always professes to be Ministerial,
the Duke of WELLINGTON has shown the
cloven foot at last. " England stands clear of
all involvements in the West of Europe. Fortu- '
nate it is, therefore, that we have not a soldier in
Lisbon, nor a ship in the Tagus. The Duke
of WELLINGTON was speedily male aware of
the danger whiCh would arise from a continuation
of our interference in that quarter, and he
determined that the designs of those who
wished him to persevere in it, and follow
up the miserable policy of Mr. CAN-
NING, should be defeated." Ye foes of
truth ! Hear this, and raise your despot
heads—the warmest, nay, the most unblush-
ing of Mr. CANNING'S admirers, calls the
policy of the departed statesman, miserable ! and
all for what? to fawn before the " lion ofthe day."
Miserable turncoat ! The Duke who had ac-
quired his laurels in Portugal—that Duke " has
left Portugal to herself—he respects the power
which has emanated from the hearts of the ma-
jority of the nobles and the people, and although
be cannot consistently recognise Don MIGUEL as
King"—the varlet ! not consistently recognise
an usurper as King of PORTUGAL ! Well,
there is some hope yet—but not from the as-
sassin's knife, as the Marquis of LOULE
can testify—there is some hope, though
it he faint as the breath in the wilderness, that
the Duke of WELLINGTON will not recognise
MIGUEL because "he is too wise (though
even he may discountenance the means by which
the Regent raised himself to the Sovereignty),
to quarrel with the national Acts, or embroil
himself in the support of institutious with
which he has no concern, and which lie has no
right to criticise." Excellent ! But wherefore ?
" Because be has at last shaken off the trammels."
We thought his Grace had been in loading-strings
since his memorable amendment to the Corn
Bill ; hut, thank heaven ! ho is fairly out, and
there is some hope now for the country, if not
for Europe. His Grace "is now prepared to
direct his undivided attention (the ladies of' Chel-
tenham at least will be sorry for this) to the
affairs of far greater interest in a different quar-
ter of the world." To storm the Seraglio,
perhaps ; but the SULTAN is a jealous fellow,
and will brook no rival near his throne. But his
Journalist rejoices at all this for two reasons.
We wish we could rejoice for one, but
they may laugh who win, and so may the
Duke, if he find favour in the eyes of the
Houris. The Journalist rejoices, first, that the
dissensions in Portugal, like dirty water, will be
left to find their natural level—while we (the Duke
and himself, no doubt), will remain to vindicate
with our whole resources, our rights, and the
rights of Europe, in case (mark you that) they
should be invaded at the head of the Mediter-
, ranean." There it is—" still harping on my
daughter." What a Duke, and what a
Journalist ! Don Quixote and his able com-
panion were nothing to this illustrious and ver-
' satile pair ! Noble politician and most ignoble
scribe !

The Duke of CAMBRIDGE left town about
two o'clock yesterday afternoon, on a visit to his MAJESTY
at the Royal Lodge, in Windsor Park.
The Duke and Duchess of CLARENCE, ac-
companied by the Duchess of MTINENGEN, and the whole
of her Serene Highness's suite, left their residence in
Bushy Park yesterday morning, and proceeded to Dept-
ford, where the Duchess of MEINENGEN and suite went on
board an Admiralty yacht, in order to be conveyed to
Ramsgate, where the Duchess is expected to remain a short
time, and afterwards proceed to the Continent. The Duke
and Duchess of CLARENCE, after the embarkation of the
Duchess, returned to Bushy Park.
His Royal Highness the Duke of GLOU-
CESTER lauded here this afternoon, and proceeded to the
Audit House, where a dejeune was provided by the Cor-
poration for his Royal Highness. The Staff of the South
Hants Militia was under arms all the morning, and on
the Royal Duke's arrival, formed in line, the hand plavin,,
the national Anthem ; a royal salute was fired from the
Speedy cutter; and the laud and hearty huzzas of the
populace greeted his Royal Highness's visit to Southamp-
ton. His Royal Highness and suite immediately after left
here for Bagahot.—Hampshire Advertiser.
MUNSTER PROVINCI4I, MEETlNG.—Eman-
cipation, it is clear, is at hand—from a thousand circum-
stances this is obvious. We sincerely trust that the Mun-
ster Provincial Meeting will regard this, and take the ne•
cessary steps tol, guard against its being accompanied with
any stipulations affecting the Hierarchy of the kingdom.
Tipperary Free Preis.
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It is calculuated that the training of a race-
horse costs the owner altogether not less than 1001. per
annum.
On Thursday afternoon last, a little girl, MA-
TILDA RooTEs, of White-street, Borough, was leaving the
Queen's Head Inn, and on proceeding through the gateway
leading thereto, a waggon happened at the time to turn
round the corner. The driver repeatedly called to her to
go back, but she, conceiving that there was sufficient room
to pass by, stood upright against the wall, on which the
wheel came against her body, and jammed her in a dreadful
manner, and she was dragged to the ground in a state of
insensibility, where she remained until some persons car-
ried her to a surgeon's, where it was ascertained that her
ribs were broken, and her body otherwise dreadfully in-
jured. She was ultimately conveyed to her residence in
White-street, in a deplorable condition, where she expired.