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marked the countenance of

ster—but there is the same ex-

tremely corpulent, even obese, appearance—the same
in front—of course the same scarlet cap and
hood, and, I fancied, an affectation of holding the hands
same position. The cross-bearer (I know not his
monkish-Latin title) goes up to the pulpit before the Car-
dinal, and ushers him in. His Eminence, then taking off
the scarlet cap, appears in the scarlet skullcap, crosses
himself devoutly, and commences, to your astonishment,
in a remakably weak voice. The wax-lights now give

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you a full view of his front face, and truth compels me to
say it is the eir/o/ore of the most vulgar type of the Irish
Celt. What Celtic name has been be-Saxonised into
" 'WISEMAN" I know not, but as they do turn M‘TEAGuz
into " MONTAGUE ) and MACMURROUGH into
MONTMORENCY" !) its originel is probably to be found
among the patronymics of the Kymry. There is the un-
mistakable heavy brow, small peering eye, broad cheek,
and great space from the nether lip to the chin—with the
usual ecclesiastical purple for complexion. The text was,

" What advantage then hath the Jew 1" and the argument,
as you may suppose, was, that because various sects of
heathens opposed Christianity, and various sects of Pro-
testants opposed Popery, ergo, Protestantism is heathen-
ism, and Popery Christianity. The argument, if it may
be so called, was exactly what is used by the Mormonites,
and every other heresy that has ever laid itself open to
the restriction of civil laws. As to Transubstantiation, we
were of course told that Protestants only judged by the
evidence of sense, and ought therefore to deny the Tri-
nity, &c., &c. But I heard what I was not prepared for,
that the Church of England denied the commuion of
saints. There was not, lam certain, a Protestant present
who was not confirmed in his belief by the very childish-
ness of the discourse. It wound up, of course, by an
account of the Cardinal's own personal persecutions,
which did not seem to have much emaciated him.
The tide of emigration which is setting towards Austra-
lia becomes so great, that influential persons in that
colony have opened an office, in the Poultry, to give to
intending emigrants reliable and certain information and
advice as to their capabilities for, and chances of success
in the rising Empire of the Antipodes. The Committee
number merchants of eminence, members of the Legisla-
tive Assembly, &c., and have for their honorary secretary
the able and energetic advocate of that Colony, and the
author of the best book relating to it, Mr. SAMUEL SID-
NEY.

In the literary world, the chief novelty of the week is
Mr. D. 0. MADDEN'S political novel, " irynrille; or,
Clubs and Coteries." It is a merciless exposure of all
classes of political humbugs, and indeed of whole systems
of society. The portraits of public men of all parties,
though dashingly drawn, are in most instances very faith-
ful. Mr. MADDEN, who is also the author of The Age
of Pitt and Fox,—(by the way why is not that eloquent
history continued ?)—is evidently a person of strong
likings and dislikings, and does neither praise nor blame
negligently. If this were the place for extract, the por-
trait of BARRINGTON 'MACKENZIE, a well-known Whig
historian, or rather writer of what the Americans would
call orations upon history, and that of GRANBY CUMBER-
LAND—the dandy democrat and " people's pet"—who is
to be found at Finsbury, would form excellent examples.
This book, on the whole, is a good specimen of the real
political novel, and not a mere collection of soliloquies
on politics, by one pet character, as such works generally
are.

" Star after star decays l" The greatest lyric poet that
has enriched the literature of any language, since the
dawn of letters, has been taken away from suffering
" The last infirmity of noble minds."

THOMAS MOORE is dead. Perhaps there never passed
sway one of the tuneful throng whose loss will be felt by
so many. wherever our music and our language have been
borne, for no man ever possessed the same magic power
over the fount of joy or tears. His death, however,
was
not sudden nor unexpected. He had seen the associates
of a long life, high and low, almost all gone to their
account before him; and from the time when rash and
impetuous Eumerr went to

" Sleep in the shade.
Where cold and unhonoured his ashes were laid,"
he bad to pour a lament over the graves of " troops of
friends." AlooßE, keenly sensible of the domestic affec-
tions, had been for some time childless, and looked to his
end as a natural rest, in the most devout reliance on the
mysteries inculcated by the Church of Rome, of which,
after a youth of gaiety, he had in his latter time become
the devotee and defender. MOORE was not great in po-
lemics, and his attempt at a History of Ireland was not
successful. Yet he was one of the most learned scholars,
as all his works attest, that ever quitted the Irish Uni-
versity. With his poetry, however, in which, indeed, he
" wedded music to immortal verse," his name will live
while our English tongue is spoken, and few will look far-
ther for his epitaph than his own lines, at once sublime
sad sweet, upon "Anacreon,
"Above the tomb, oh ! bard divine,
Where calm thy placid brow reposes ;
May the eternal ivy twine,
And summer pour her waste of roses"