Star.
London, England, 1829-08-28 00:00:00

STATE OF THE COUNTRY.

In Great Britain things continue in the same melon
choly state. Manufactures and commerce are getting more del
pressed rather than improving, and in Ireland civil disceud is daily
and hourly demolishing the frame of society. The pike, the pistol,
and the torch, are now generally the arbiters of disputes, and the
blood-thirsty appear to set no more value on the life of a fellow-
creature than that of a wild beast. The Government seem to take
the matter very quietly, and make no effort to enforce the laws.
For further particulars we refer to our usual article under the
head of " Ireland," which must convince even the most preju-
diced of the real value of Catholic Emancipation, which was to
make the " first gem of the sea" a second garden of Eden, as in
the days of human innocence.—Maidnorse Gazette.
That the debt is one of the chief causes of our embarrassment
no sensible man can deny; but it is not so much the nominal
amount which embarrasses us as the mode in which it is paid.
Pay it in the same currency, sad with the same prices for produce
as those in which it was incurred, and we can disburse it, not only
with strict justice, but with comparative facility. To be sure,
while one tells us that we must bear the distress with content, be-
cause it is natural, another comforts us with the assurance that it
is unnatural ; a third persuades us that it is fictitious; a fourth
denies that there is any fiction in the matter at al/ ; and a filth
finishes the dispute by declaring it to be only a " cloud." The
shape and nature of the " cloud" the philosophers cannot deter-
mine ; it is " like this, like that, like everything, and nothing ;"
and we, poor credulous and obliging creatures, like the fool Polo-
nious in the play, are to believe it to be anything :
" Hamlet—Do you see yonder cloud that's almost like a camel ?
" Polonius—By the mass, and 'tis like a camel indeed!
" Hamlet—Methinks it is like a weasel.
" Polonious—h is backed like a weasel.
" Hamlet—Or like a whale.
" Polonious—Very like a whale I"
The fictitious party are, probably, the most provoking of the
whole, combining, as they do, the grossest stupidity with the most
inordinate selfishness. While they live in " sunshine and clover,"
they can neither perceive nor pity the sufferings of others. "We
are very well off, and, therefore, why should we grumble," is their
motto; and those who have plenty of money, and, by the late mea-
sures of the Legislature, are swelling their plenty into profusion,
may be reasonably expected to talk in this way. " They tell us,"
says the author, "that we do not want an increased circulation—
that money is already so plentiful in the city that not more than
three per cent. can be made of it ! Now, I would ask, amongst
whom is money plentiful? To whom but to the fundholder or
the holder of other Government securities? To them only it is
plentiful—to those, in fact, who do not require it. Yes, it is
plentiful enough to them, who, having now no common interest
with the rest of the community (an adverse interest, he might have
said) are astonished at the complaints of the people, and wonder
where the distress b to be found, as they know nothing of it."
Aye ! and care very little for it. We do not blame the fund-
holders so much. Every man will take care of himself ; but we
blame the Government for allowing the fundholder such an ad-
vantage over the rest of the community; and that, while they
sanction a senseless cry against the monopoly of the occupiers of
land, they permit a still more sensekss cry to become state gospel
in favour of those who, under the colour of the law, or rather un-
der the authority of the Legislature, are screwing the last penny
which the industry cat the productive classes can scrape together,
or their uttermost privation can spare.
Yes, we blame the Legislature ; but the landed interest, as pos.
sensing, from rank and property, an influence in that Legislature,
which they have, with a mockss and infatuation perfectly un-
accountable, abandoned, we blame still more. Wby they have
become so tame and infatuated we cannot pretend to divine ; but,
during the last five years, both as a party and a class, they have
become so separated and distracted that, although comparatively
the strongest interest in the State, they have become the weakest.
Here and there we find a County Member at his post, or a Noble
Peer discarding political partisanship, to make a stand for himself,
the tenant, and the labourer ; but, take them in the aggregate, they
are spiritless. " The fashion of the day has seised them," and
they have become acquiescent under empires, afraid to speak what
their own welfare, their common sense, and common humanity for
their dependents would dictate, lest they should be ridiculed in
Parliament, or bullied by newspapers ! And ridiculed and bullied
they will ever be, until they assert their own dignity and their own
interest, with a spirit and honesty proportionate to the influence
they, in reality, possess.—Fareser's Journal.
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ETIQUETTE.—Two friends, Mr. LYON and Mr. JOHN
Hatt, entering a coffee-house together, the latter requested his
friend to order some refreshment. " I beg your pardon," said
Mr. "bat that would be reversing the order of things." " How
so I" cried the other. in astonishment. " Why," composedly re-
plied his friend with a smile, " all writers on natural history agree
that the 'kick Hall is the Lyon's powder r so you see It is your
province to order the refreshment, not mine !"
TEMPEST IN A TEA-POT.—During the late war a
revolution was effected in Iceland by a person of the name of
Jorgen Jorgensen, who usurped for a time :he whole government
of that important island, being backed by an invincible army of
eight men, who scoured the provinces in detachments / The above
is a fact not at all exaggerated. Jorgensen afterwards, we believe,
was condemned for forgery in England, and died either in New-
gate or aboard the hulks ! Sic transa gloria annuli 1
LACONISH.—Tho late Lord M— was remarkable
for conciseness of style, both in his speeches and writiegs, and he
was fond of it in others. As he was riding out one day, a gentle.
man came up to him at full gallop, when, pulling off his hat, be
reined up his horse, and made a low bow. His Lordship opened
the laconic dialogue. " Where are you from, Sir; where are you
going; what do you want?" " From Oxford, to London, a be-
nefice " You shell have it ;" and made off.
The declaration of an unfortunate and misguided man
at the conclusion of a trial in Cavan will show with what temper
the peasantry look upon trial by Jury, in a country where the
Orange symbol and Orange injustice reign triumphant. It is right
to repeat in this place the exclamation of the countryman, Con.
sundae Maguire :—" By G—, there is no use in expecting justice
here; the way I would recommend In future would be for every
man to kill a man for himself. his a miracle that fire and brim-
stone do. not come down from Heaven. and consume both Judge,
Jury, and the Orange murderers." It is needless to add, that be
was taken into castody,and committed to prison.—Dub. livetuPest.
IRISH H u 310 U n.—The following anecdote was re-
lated the other day by a facetious gentleman, who is sometimes
accused of shooting on the wing—a very innocent species of amuse-
ment, particularly after the 12th of August. Pat, while on his
travels, went into an out-house, and being hungry at the time,
filched two eggs from under a poor duck when on the very point
of being emancipated from the wearisome business of incubation.—
One of these be chipped so far, and thrust into his mouth without
observing that it was " instinct with life." The duckling, how-
ever, was aware of its danger, and before crossing his greedy gullet,
uttered something like a feeble quack ! On this Pat screwed his
mouth, and looked very queer for some moments ; but speedily
rallyin, ,he exclaimed, " Och! and at very sorry for it • but then,
my dear little chick, you were a trifle too long in spahise;."
A Mr. ARTIIUR WALL, who is in his 109th year,
having been particularly invited to attend the celebration of the 4th.
at Raleigh, North Carolina, excused himself on account of being
" busy with his crop ;" but said he would send one of his boys, a
lad of 82, with his toast.

We understand it was ascertained by the rain-gauge,
which is kept at Huntly Lodge by Mr. Murdoch, that the depth
rain which fell between five •'dock on the morning of the 3d
inst. and the same hoer on the 4th, wa4 S/ inches. The ge
for the year being about 25 inches, it hence appears that the quan-
tity of rain which fell in the course of 24 hours was nearly one-
sixth of what usually falls during a whole year. The depth which
had fallen during the present month, up to the morning of the 17th,
was five inches.—alberdent Chronicle.

Accounts were received in town on Saturday, of a most
melancholy and fatal accident which had occurred to Mr. Wadd,
surgeon, of Park-place, St. James's-street. This Gentleman left
town, for Ireland, about ten days ago, accompanied by Mr. Teg-
gard, the apothecary, of Pall-mall. As these friends were travel-
ling together in a post-chaise, net far from Cork, the pat boy, by
some accident, dismounted, and the horses took fright and ran off.
Mr. Teggard prudently kept his seat in the carriage, and was taken
out, as the end of about two miles, uninjured ; but Mr. Wadd,
upon the first discovery of his danger, jumped out, and was killed
on the spot. He was Surgeon Extraordinary to his Majesty, and
bad long been one of the Council of the College of Surgeons, and
was elected by the College, only two days before he left town. to
the distinguished station of one of the Examiners. He has left a
widow and :one daughter, yet grieving for the loss of a son and
brother, shipwrecked not many months ago.
George Reed, a wherry man belonging to Dent's Hole,
fell out of a boat into the Tyne, near 'David' Staith, and was un-
fortunately drowned. _ _ _

Robert Beswick, son of Mr. James Beswick, hatter,
Bishopswearmouth, aged 14, fell overboard fronl the ship Jame.
son, of Sondesland, three days after she had left Archangel, and
was drowned.

BOAT, &c. FOUND.—On the 19th init. a fine large
long•bnst, in good order, with " Diana of Ambwich" on her stern,
was found in Ilaloary Bay ; snd a large log of pine timber was
picked up at sea ow t6a precious afternoon, by the sloop Clementina,
James Cumming, master, who saw a umbel of logs of wood, and
a boat, supposed to be the one abovementioned, but could out
pick them up.