The Statesman.
London, England, 1821-09-13 00:00:00

PRIVATE LEITER FROM Di

thought, my dear Pat, our royal Co.
at an end, but that'. 111 donamery, Master
mother was st real Irishman, after ti,
about for three or four days, would not
land upon his own principality, bat
Dunleary in a hard gallop. Between you and I Pat,
he could not have better luck, for when be was snug and
warm near the Glen of the Downs, and like the grave-
digger, up to his hips in the good things of this world,
he could not content himself and take it fair and easy,
but should be trotting Off to sea in his golden turf-
basket, just as if lie could pull up the waves to stop like
a mail coach ; so that his ship itself was not willing to
leave Ireland, where itself and its master was at home
in comfort and civil society; where he had such belly;
fuls of good usage that I think you must alter your tones
as Molly Magrane altered her husband's inexpressible.,
or his Majesty will let you take rare of one another and
come back and live with ourselves, because the first
word of English he heard on his landing was Irish, and
Ceadth Mille a/althea:walk is at the bead and tail of
grace before meat, and after supper, and Shea the Vahah
is at his fingers ends ; so to be perfect In the language
he has got one of Dr. O'Halloran's Irish Grammars,
which he reads as often, and studies as fervently, as he
does his prayer-book.
Would you believe it, Pat, they say the goldek turf-
basket was attracted back to Dunleary by a great
County Meath Loadstone, or some other witch, or Ban-
shee, or supernatural constellation.
A London boy just come over, says the return of his
Majesty's fleet in that there vay is very honsi.sons, and
supposes as how the King that visit to leave; this here
place, not by ao means; while Sawney Macpherson, the
sidler says, " Hoot a sea' neon, Deel burn nee but it is
the Scotch Weitches that changed the tolled, and is
playing those pranks with his Majesty, for neglecting
to pay his first veesit to the bra bonny che.els ut Eedin-
bro.." While Neddy O'Donnell, the shoemaker, quotes
a passage from Shakespear's Tempest. You remember,
Neddy, he used to spout so elegant, you can't forget
Neatly who used to make the beautiful cordovans for
you. Poor Noddy was always theatrically inspired, and
many is the hobble it has involved him in. Some time
ago he walk'd thro' carrion-row in Ormond-market,when
Bet Muttonfist, the butcher, asked him to buy a leg of
veal, (by the by, Bet's veal was generally staggering
Bob), Neddy replied with dramatic swagger 'tis a Mae-
de" Bet. The lady took fire at the insinuation, and
rejoined, stop young man, what do you mean by
dat you snob? 0/1! bad luck to de Crawleys.—
Upon which he stood aghast, and exclaimed " 'Twas
from its mother's %womb untimely ripped." Bet sounded
the tocsin of war, the marrow-bones and cleavers called
an hostile brigade of Amazons to assist her in a process
of castigation. So Neddy, for sake of a whole skin re-
treated in as much disorder, as a great Commander did
at certain celebrated races, for had she catched him, be
would have cut as pretty a figure as his H— did when
drum'd out of the —by his adorable angel. Talk-
ing of angels Pat, reminds me of another vagabone.—
You can't forget Gill Floggen ; you must recollect him;
he wan a sort of a sailor, a salt water lubber, who God
or man could never get any good of. You remember he
lived with Dolly the actress, and had a whole house full of
children by her. Would you believe it Pat, tho' poor
Doll behaved as the best of mothers, and spent her little
earnings upon their education, and brought them up ele-
gantly, still the vagabone turned fortune-hunter, and left
poor Doll to go to Channel-row,* where she died of a
broken heart.-oh, bad lurk to the Crawleys. Oh,
Pat, Honey, have von any such big blackguards as Bill
at your side of the water? I hope not, if you have, flagel-
lation to them every day they see a paving-stone.
I told you, my dear Pat, that Deizo D— would make
an abject apology, sooner than be kick'd out. Any of
the blackguard bloodhounds would kiss the King's—,
or his foot, to keep in place ; and remember, I tell you,
their villainies will skew themselves whenever another
gormandizing opportunity takes place. Do the people
of England know so little of human nature as not to be-
lieve a set of low raggamuffins, who come deliberately
forward, and bind themselves by a solemn oath, to ex-
terminate 19•20ths of their countrymen, would stop at
any thing, to:fuliil the sanguinary obligation. If there are
such credulous fools amongst you, which I hope there are
not, give them a sketch of the stateof Ireland for seven
years before you left it, that is, if they will listen to you, as,
you know there are none so blind as those who mon% see,
or so deaf as those that won't hear ; and if I can count
on the abuse some of your vagabond papers heap on that
excellent magistrate, Alderman Waithutax, he must be
one of the best men in the world, for who but an es-
tablished scoundrel would abuse a man for endea-
vouring at the risk of his own life, to save the lives
of his honest neighbours, in discharging their (Anis-
tian duties to the remains of their killed fel-
low creatures; and I find the loudest bound in the
pack of conspirators is a hackney scribe, called Slop,
who waskicked out of the leading journal for blackguard
language and other baseness, this fellow of old Jacobin
notoriety who toasted "May the last of K— be stran-
gled with the C—ta of the last of B--." But thank
Heaven the filthy retailer of Billingsgate is as much
despised here as with you ; and from all I can learn, the
Dog in Office was a Gentleman to him. Oh, that I was
a Liveryman, luck and grace to me, if I would not bolt
off to London, barefoot, and hare-legged, to make
Waitbman Lord Mayor, sooner than let those consum-
mate
noodles stand in the way of the people's
rights, and bold their hopes upon the smiles of any
petty tyrant in power who Would enable them to for
their interests upon the miseries and privations of
the people. As I can't say more for want of time, and
as you're a Liveryman, crown yourself with glory, and
cry out, I. Waithaum for ever, and the curse of the
Crawley's on his enemies."
• A Dublin Workhouse.

The Lord Lieutenant of Ireland is to continue a
year kopr in the Vice-Rage Government, u a mark
of the Royal favour of the Riag. Of the thirty-one
Noblemen who have 51101 the station of Lord Lieu-
mint of Irelan4 for the Ism eestory, only slz have
had the honour of the regular period being Prolonged
by the Sovereign.