The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1839-03-15 00:00:00

JAMES WALSH,
COAL MERCHANT,

RAILWAY YARD, CROWN-STREET, AND CHARTER-STREET,
VAUXHALL-ROAD.
fiRRELL, or KING COAL, at the ttanal, 14s. 6d. per
kl Ton. ATHERTON HOUSE FIRE COALS, at
Crown-street, at 13s. 6d. per Ton. COAL, for Shipping or
Furnaces, from the Huyton Hey Coal Mine, at 10s. 6d. and
9s. 6d: per Ton, delivered at any of the Docks free of
Cartage.
The above House Fire Coal is free of Cartage a con-
siderable distance. •

INCREASE OF INCOME BY LIFE ANNUITY.
riIHE Table of Rates, upon which individuals may change
a portion of their Funded Property and double their
Incomes, may be had on 'application at the4bife.Annuity
ffi ce ,''l;,--lia—tiNster-place; 'Strand.

CORN AND TYPES.
THE AGRICULTURAL INTEREST V. THE LIBERAL PRESS.

Whilst all eyes are turned upon the movers of agitation
and the leaders of party, or are busily engaged in searching-
for the causes in which, supposed or real, the "agrarian"
conspiracy, with its midnight tribunals of proscription and
death ; whilst the blusterers that pace the platform, and the
miscreants that should grace the gallows, are the objects of
vigilant attention and scrutiny to the loyal and peaceable of
all persuasions—it is much to be lamented that the chief
fomentation, if not the originating cause of most of the evils
which oppress the country, is overlooked—and that a vast
portion, even of the well-disposed community, continue
unconsciously to foster, to patronise, to pamper into Wantoness
that Press, which preying on the credulity or passions of the
vulgar, instructs and encourages the incendiary, demoralised,
and revolutionary—which fills the country with crime—and
desolates the" hearth of civilised and peaceable life. It is the
self styled liberal press that leads the cry of disaffection—or
echoes the voice of the incendiary ; that cheers on the idle,
the drunken and dissolute of our rustic population, and (what
class has has not its proportion of savages ?)—arms the cau-
tious and better instructed villain with the means of distri-
buting his moral poisons.
Gentlemen—landlords, and landholders of Ireland—there
are .many of you that, to your own hindrance, encourage
journals of the description to which we have alluded. And
what requital find you in their columns for the patronage
which warms such vipers in your bosoms? Are not your-
selves and your industrious and contented farmers held up
to general execration in such odious colours, that it ceases
to be a wonder that the deluded and infatuated peasantry are
at length tempted to believe it a virtue—not a crime—to ex-
terminate you all ? you may observe for instance, in one para-
graph of such journals a few harsh epithets bestowed on the
murderer, and a few hypocritical phrases of condolence with
the family of the victim : but mark where—in another and
succeeding paragraph—under the treacherous mask of sym-
pathy with the poor—under the pretence of wishing to pro-
cure them land at a cheaper rate—you are all denounced :
apologies are offered for the murderer, and you are told how
wonderful it is that the peasantry should be so pacific as they
are, considering the grinding exactions of griping, usurious,
tyrannical, and heartless landlords—meaning you, gentlemen
of Ireland, as a body—and it is held out as a pardonable, if
not a meritorious, practice, to sink, burn, waste, and destroy
you, also, farmers of Ireland, if, with your enterprise and
industry you dare to offer a fair price for the land you wish
to farm.

But all this would not suffice to make either of you, as a
class, renounce your best interests unless they could succeed
in carrying down the produce of your land, far lower than—
do the worst they can—they could cry down the landitself,
and in raising an outcry against the corn-laws. Hence their
uproar for cheap bread. But you, farmers, and labourers,
are notsunk in such grovelling ignorance as they compliment
you with. You will not be persuaded that bread is cheap at
half price, when your produce and your wages are reduced to
half price also ; nor, when you are altogether thrown out of
land and employment, will you see the beauty of cheap bread
and no money to buy it.
Now it is very easy for these literary gentlemen to dip their
oar into your waters and trouble the stream of your peaceable
occupations. What would they think, however, were you,
in return, to clap your finger into their pie and begin to
meddle with its contents ? What would these sowers of
predial discord, these inciters of agrarian conspiracy say—
were any of you, members of the agricultual classes, to go
amongst the " smutched artificers" of the printing-office,
and to harangue the hard-working but contented operatives
of a decaying•journal, telling them--that their hard-hearted
and reckless employers were skinning them alive—preyingon
their vitals—draining their sweat and blood, and, by low
wages, starving their helpless babes, and famine-striken
wives ? What would they say to this, trove ye ? And if you
did so, who could blame you ? Would the printers gainsay
your assertions ? Alas ! they, poor fellows ! recollect too
well, that when they dared to think for themselves, the liberal
press—the devoted slave of Mr. O'Connell—did', one and
all, raise the war-whoop of illegal combination against them.
Up, then, and be stirring, ye tillers of the land. Know
your friends from your foes, and treat them accordingly.
Ne sutor ultra crepidam. Let the printer stick to his types,
and let him and his employers regulate their wages and their
profit. But let them not meddle with your rents, or your
profits, your wages or your profits. You do not go to the
shops and factories of cities, and insist on naming the standard
for their goods. Let them not cajole you to submit to their
dictation.
It is with pleasure we perceive that some of you, at least,
agree with us in this opinion, and that you begin to impress
your sentiments on the journals we allude to. The altered
tone of one of them, and that the most ferocious, is satis-
factory proof that the pressure from without has been felt
within.—Dublin Mail.