The Sun.
London, England, 1829-04-17 00:00:00

held foal), and their franchises. were thrown in,
they seemed to preponderate—but when the liberty
of a whole nation was flung into,the opposite side
of the balance, even the forty-shilling freeholders
were weighed up. It was, Sir, the fashion among
the Romans, when a master liberated a slave, to
give him a blow even in the act of manumission;
but when the slave started up a freeman he did not
feel it. Ireland has been touched with the baton of

the Great Duke, but it is only a tap upon her cheek,
of which she is scarcely conscious, as she springs
from the earth, and resumes the attitude of liberty.
(Loud cheering.)—We do not feel the minor de-
privation, and can remember nothing but the glorious
gift of freedom with which it is attended. But let
riot our joy, lofty and exalting as it is, bear us into
any unworthy manifestations of arrogant and contu-
melious triumph. No, Sir, it is far wiser and it
is far nobler to endeavour by our subdued and well
regulated demeanour, to disarm our adversaries of
any remaining asperities, and to prove to them that
we are willing to commit to forgiveness and to for-
getfulness all that has befallen. Let " the sweet
oblivious antidote" be applied to " the mind diseased"
—let large draughts from the salubrious fountain of
oblivion be ministered to the country—let every
thing be forgotten—and yet not so—let nothing but
injuries be forgotten, and let nothing but services be
remembered for ever.—(Loud cheers.)
[Here Mr. Latouche entered the room, which
produced great cheering.]
How opportunely has one, whose benefits to his
country will live for ever in our recollection, ad-
monished me by his presence, that there was, in-
deed, much to be remembered—yes, while we have
hearts full of palpitating blood within our breasts—
while we live and breathe, we shall remember (else
we were indeed unworthy) the men who, linked to
us by no other tie than the community of country,
and having no bond with us in the sympathies of re-
ligion, stood beside us in the time of our adversity,
and participate with us in those prosperous fortunes
which they mainly contributed to bring about—
(Loud cheers.)—The joy is theirs as well as it is
ours—they fought beside us, they won the battle
with us, and of the victory they shall reap the splen-
did glories and the valuable fruits. But that victory
would be degraded by any coarse and riotous
celebration. It is not, Sir, by hurras in the
streets of the metropolis, and by tumultuous
uproar, and by such coruscations as some thou-
sand tapers stuck in tin sockets can supply, that
Catholic emancipation is to be commemorated. No
it is in the temples of our religion, of our redeemed
and vindicated religion, that we should assemble and
offer up our thanksgivings to that Providence which
conducts the destinies of mankind, and which must
needs have specially interposed in the accomplish-
ment of this most ‘vonderous achievement. lam
not, Sir, I trust, addicted to the language of reli-
gious simulation, and of false and miserable cant;
but I own that I cannot help saying, what I pro-
foundly feel, that the band of some superior power
has brought this great event about. If we are to
think that the Almighty God doth ever concern
himself with the destinies of the human race, as-
suredly it is not any excess of superstition to say
that what has, beyond any other incident, contri-
buted to give stability to the greatest empire of the
world, is to be attributed to some omnipotent in-
fluence, and if the finger of man bath written down
the legislative liberation of our country, it has been
wider the dictation of One of whom it is said, that
in his hand " the hearts of kings are placed."—
(Loud cheers.)—Let us then offer up our grati-
tude to Him to whom those blessings may with-
out any great enthusiasm be legitimately ascribed.
Let the Pontiff, the meek and holy Pontiff (whom

I am forbidden by an Act of Parliament from calling
the Catholic Archbishop of Dublin), let him, whom
no Act of Parliament can deprive of his truly Chris-
tian dignity—(loud cheers)—lift up his consecrated
hands, and his unruffled and anointed forehead from
the altar—let him raise the old hymn of pacific
triumph which belongs to our church, " Te Deum
laudamus, te'Dominum confitemur." It was in the
midst of the edifices which are dedicated to our
grand and noble worship, that the liberty of our
country was achieved. Every altar became a ros-
trum, and every priest became a tribune. At the
fire that burns beside the tabernacle, the torch of
freedom was kindled—from our pulpits there issued
among the people that high and generous spirit,
through which all that has come to pass has been
effected. It is also in our temples that those
achievements may be justly made the theme of
exultation, and the resurrection of our country may
well be celebrated at a season in which we are wont
to celebrate the rising of the dead.—(Loud cheers.)
The resolution was then put and carried nenz. con.
After a few further speeches, thanks were voted
to Sir Thomas Esmonde, and the meeting separated
at half-past three o'clock.
Round the head of Mr. O'Connell's bust was
drawn a wreath of laurel, bound with' green riband,
and over it were written the following limes—
" Great vindicator of your native land,
Thus has her battle prospered in your hand,
Ev'n as it must—you could not be withstood,
Your course was honest, and your cause was good."

HOT-CROSS BUNS.

BY THE EARL OF E-D-N.

One effort more against the Pope,
And all who restoration hope

doggrel rhyme,
'Tis good enough to suit the time,
dei sway,tayi
An
The curst hot-cross bun day.
Of
I charge ye, Protestants, forbear
Odf tlhmiusgi 'tises ted
made n
On Friday next, the cross-bun fare,
By Popish craft design'd ;
Nor taste nor touch the accursed thing,
Though all the Bishops and the K—g
May not be disinclin'd.

Let pastry-cooks against me rail,
Let bakers my fair fame assail,
By filthy lucre led ;
My answer is—" If, Sirs, you bake,
Your Constitution is at stake !

A curse is on your head !"
For me, and for my house, I swear,
No Popish trash shall enter there
Whilst I retain my seat ;
And this to man and maid I say,
" Who lives with me—and takes my pay,

Cross-buns shall never eat."
My Lords of Oxford and Llantlaff
May shake their heads at this and laugh,
And simpering say,—" How odd !"
My Lords, 'twere well if both of you,
Like me eschewed the Popish crew—
It were—so help me G—d !
Friends! countrymen ! whate'er betide
From Papal power, and Papal pride,

From Jesuits, monks, and nuns ;
As Protestants unite with me
'Gainst idols and idolatry,
Satan and hot-cross buns !

ADELPHI THEATRE.—WO last night paid
Mr. HENRY a visit at the theatre, and were highly de-
lighted with the entertainment presented to us. We were
sorry to observe that Mr. H. was labouring under severe
indisposition, which, however, (lid not I,revent him from
keeping his audience in exceeding goo humour by his
varied exertions. The Musical Glasses in particular elicited
great applause, and the Laughing Gas was productive of
great amusement to .the spectators. The performances
concluded by a series of Scenic Representations of great
beauty, which were very warmly applauded. To-morrow
night will b‘iiis last appearance this season.

K
CoRK .4AN s benefit,
which was fixed for this evening, is necessarily postponed
until Monday night, in consequence of that gentleman be-
ing suddenly seized with an illness lest night, in the middle
of the performance, so severe as to deprive him of sense
and motion for nearly twenty minutes. Some persons
uncharitably attributing the delay to another cause, we
went round to the stage, personally to ascertain the fact ;
and it was exactly as stated by Mr. Stityrrxit in his
apology. A portion of Douglas, in which Mr. KEAN,
jun., displayed his powers to greater advantage than in
any of his heletoinre performances, was substituted for the
remainder of Muctieth,--Southern Reporter of Saturday.