The Sun.
London, England, 1827-07-10 00:00:00

TWELFTH JULY.

(From the P:.? 7.7 Patriot.)
It is within these few clays officially announced
by an organ of the party, that " the gallant
Orangemen will celebrate the ensuing 12th July
in true glorious memory style !" This leader
of the party further adds that though " he has
ever deprecated these processions," yet that
" under present circumstances, with Mr. Can-
ning Prime Minister," (aye, there's the rub), he
leaves such minor considerations to their (the
Orangemen's) own discretion, but that when-
cver they do walk in procession, which they are
determined to do, they are, on no account, for-
sooth, to offend a Roman Catholic ! The per-
son who writes this, and whom we forbear to
name, from respect to his family, this very per-
son was one who, during the administration of
Lord Liverpool, declaimed against these very
processions, which he now thus openly foments,
because Mr. Canning is Prime Minister !
But let us not ascribe to the working of an
individual, what is only part of a deep-laid and
extensive plot, which the individual has divulged.
The object of the leaders of the faction, in in-
stigating Orange processions on the 12th July is
obvious—" we have failed in all the efforts to
displace a liberal and substitute a coercive admi-
itistration during the Sessions—we have frustrated
the Corn Bill; it is true, but our success rendered
ourselves more odious, and the Minister more
popular—our blandishments to induce the Catho-
lics at one period to press their question, and
our insults at another, in order to provoke them,
have equally failed, and we have concluded a
Parliamentary campaign, in which we thought to
dictate to the Throne and trample upon the people,
in discomfiture and disgrace.. But something
may be done in the recess—the 12th of July
approaches ; we can instigate the blind and
ignorant Orangemen to rise on that day. They
may provoke reaction—riot may take place
blood may be shed, and the Canning admi-
nistration be placed in the predicament of
either permitting violation of the law, when we
would call them weak, or of punishing it—
when we would call them papistical." This
is the plain intention, on the very face of the
projected processions, divulged, officially divulged,
by one of the least artful, and therefore most un-
guarded of the desperate party of the malcon-
tents. For this, the same acts which were
morally wrong when Lord Liverpool was Prime
Minister, are now morally right, because Mr.
Canning is Prime Minister !—This, is called
loyalty !—this religion ! !--this upholding our
glorious Constitution in Church and State ! ! !

ORANGE PROCESSIONS.—We have received
communications from Armagh, Newtonlimavady,
and other quarters, stating that preparations are
already in progress for those mischievous displays
of party spirit, Orange precessions, on the twelfth.
of July next.—Northern Whig.

A FEW REQUISITES FOR A_ NEWSPAPER
EDITOR.—Most people are tof opinion that it is
a very easy matter to conduct a daily morning
paper. We thought so ourselves, till experience
taught us how egregiously we were in error. An
Editor of a daily paper should be acquainted
with types and poetry, and business and philoso-
phy ; he should be conversant with the arts and
sciences ; he should know every body, and be
familiar with all sublunary things ; he should
have the wisdom of Solon, and the honesty of
Aristides, the courage of Achilles, and the power
of Ajax ; he should be correct and zealous, and
untiring and vigilant ; and as equably tempered as,
Socrates, and as patient as Job. He should be
found Lt his post, at the still hour of midnight,
and at the earliest dawn of morning ; when be
sleeps, he should sleep with one eye unclosed,
and when awake he should be indeed awake.—
New York Courier.

STAG-HUNT AT KILLARNEL—The mor-
ning was a little unfavourable, but the day cleared
up just at the moment the assembled multitude
waited to see the stag descend from the moun-
tains—a view with which all were speedily gra-
tified, the hounds dashing down after Aim
in
full speed, followed by numerous bands of men
employed to force him from his retreat ; he then
ran, or rather flew, to Muckrus, and returning,
took to the water, when, after swimming for
about 20 minutes, he was seized upon by a boat's
crew, and brought asnore, to the delight of
.housands who crowded around him. He was
then brought down to the lower lake, and, after
60 or 70 boats were regularly arranged, thrown
into the water, where he swam for some time,
and then took to his native mountains in fine
style, amid the cheers of the multitude. The
different parties then rowed for the island of In-
nisfallen, where they dined, sung, and danced
to a late hour, when they all returned to Killar-
ney highly delighted with the day's sport.—
During the race, and about half a mile from the
course, at a place called Aghadoe, a meeting
took place between Henry Morrogh, of Cork,
and Francis Bland, of this town—the former ac-
companied by Owen O'Sullivan, and the latter
by Hyde, both of Kerry, where, after an
exchange of shots, the friends interfered, and
the parties shook hands and thus the affair
happily terminated. The cause of quarrel was
some misunderstanding on the parties returning
from the stag-hunt.—lrish7nan.

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thisday friends,s
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vice,
An affecting, and, at the same time, a ludi-
crous circumstance, was exhibited a few days
since. A seaman who had been absent from his
country fora
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unexpectedly ear
ne to town
and his pockets pretty well filled with the fruits
of his hard-earned services. Immediately on his
arrival he hastened to the spot where he had left
his wife and child ; but she had left her place of
residence some years back, and was gone, nobody
knew where. Still, however, he was determin:4
to find her if alive, and wandered whither I,,is
fancy directed, in hopes of finding her, when he
chanced to pass the head of King-street, he
heard a woman crying " fine calls/. hades ; the
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soundarrtehsteedvohicise
of
his attention,fome
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For e
a moment be doubted his senses, scarcely be-
lieving his wife could have experienced such a re,
verse of fortune; but on coming nearer, his doubts
former
removed. With a tumult of joy, not to be
described, he snatched the basket from her arms
threw the ~ paddies into the street, and gave
,
complete a hug as an honest and robust
affection was capable of performing. The
poor
woman was no less surprised, and burst into tears
upon having all explained to her, over a com-
forting drop of the creature. A thousand ques-
tions were asked and answered in a minute, when.
re
as
hert i
the gallant tar hauled away his wife to a clothes
shop in the neighbourhood, where he rigged her
from stem to stern, casting her old ones into the
street; after which he called a noddy, swearing,
that now he had found his wandering rib, he was
the happiest dog alive, and hang him but Peggy
and he should have a day of it, and then lay them-,
selves snugly up in dock for Wee—Wass-cp.,
Journal.