The Statesman.
London, England, 1821-08-24 00:00:00

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the Address it endorsed, '" Hie Majesty's Answer to
the Address of the Irish Room* Catholic Bishops,"
which was as follows:

" I am highly gratified by yonr congratulations on my
arrival in this country, and by the sentiments of cordial
and dutiful attachment which you have expressed to my
person and throne.
'1 It was my earnest wish, in visiting this part of the
United Kingdom, that an equal degree of satisfaction
might be diffused amongst all description of my faithful
subjects in Ireland. That wish is happily and fully ac-
complished ; and I am persuaded that no endeavours will
be wanting, on your part, to cherish and preserve that
spirit of loyal union which now pervades and animates
the whole community, and which is not less conducive to
individual and social happiness, than to the strength and
prosperity of the State."
Immediately after the Addresses had been received,
his Excellency the Lord Lieutenant introduced the
Officers of the Order of St. Patrick, and his Excel-
lency's Household, to his Majesty, who had sever-
ally the honour of kissing hands.
At two o'clock his Majesty commenced holding his
first Levee in Ireland.

The following were among the numerous Presenta-
tions, all of which bis Majesty received with the great-
est condescension.

His Orate the Duke of Leinster, whose reception was
most gracious.
The Earl of Cogan, with the Address of the Catho-
lics of Ireland.
Mr. O'Connell, presented by the Earl of Fingal!.
Mr. Howler. by T. S. Rice, M.P.
High Sheriff of the County of Cork to present an
Address.

Major Hely Hutchinson, 49th regiment, presented by
le Earl of Donoughtnore.
Earl of Meath, and to present the County Wicklow
,dolress.

Earl of Westmeath, and to present the County West-
meath Address.
Viscount Kilmorey, to present an Address from the
Town of Newry.
General Standen. with an Address from the Corpora-
tion of the City of Kilkenny.
lion. Arthur Percent, son of Lord Arden, by the Earl
of Kingston.
The Mayor and Corporation of Dern-, with the Mar-
gum of Londonderry at their head. 'this Deputat;on,
fur splendour of appearance may be ranked next after
the Corporatioa of Dublin.
Our space or time will not allow us to continue our
List this day.

EXTRACT 011 ♦ LETTER FROM DelLll4. DATED AI OVIIT

19, 1821.

Dr. PA T,-1 never wrote line to yon since my last,
which, I suppose, didn't come to hand, or you'd have
told me of all the billo-bulloo you had over the wster,
' and of the Boys bothering the Horse Marines, without
any thing in their hands but their fists.—Oh, ntur-
ther! is it not • pretty kettle of fish, that a poor
woman that was buried alive these five anti twenty
years, could not be left to live in peace and quietness
after her death, but to be tossing and tumbling and
disturbing the poor creature, without rhyme or reason.
I suppose you Cockneys think she had no friends here,
there your pipe's out; we may roar, and shout, and
bawl, and screech, and make asses of ourselves, because
the Deizos are laid up in lavender, like PatlJy Ward's
'pig, who now dare not she- their ugly exterminating
faces, and from whom we never could get Justice or
fair play before. Still we love the memory of that
woman, whose persecutions revived the drooping spi-
rit of liberty in England, and, perhaps, led to the
measure that now causes a bustle among us here; "ii
is an ill wind blows nobody good." Be the p—w—rs,
the King was blon n here by steam, and the people are
blown out of breath in running to look at him ; be-
case !he Devil burn the one we had since Shrove
Aelludcah, now one hundred and thirty-three years
ago ; anti you know Pelt, it must be a novelty to us,
as Hawkins the tinker said, tt hen he married his
seventh wife ; really, I don't know what the bugo!ioo.
have been doing with the King in England, where,
I'm told they kept him coop'd up as we used O'Brien
the big Giant, without letting another soul see him,
but those who had a pass for the purpose. But, here
every body sees, and by St. Patrick, he sees every
body before they come within a mile of him. Adad,'
all the boys say that he has imported as heavy a cargo,
of Blarney as if he was born in Cork ; but d—n the
expence, he looks as jolly and as hearty as if he lived
all his lifetimespon Whiskey Punch.—Oh, Pat honey!
when he jtimp'd upon the sod, it was from a flash of
Lightning°, and, by the powers of Moll Kelly, the
thunder was first, but the lightning was a little before
it ; for such thundering shouts and shaking hands
would frighten a horse from his oats. Oh ! 118/111/IM
an Aher ages a Vie.f His hands must be as sore as
a cut shin at a hurling ; for such shaking and squeez-
ing, be the p—w—rs, he appeared in such unusual
good humour, that he didn't know whether it was his
own hair or a wig he wore, and between you and I, he
appeals the broth of a boy.
" And be said he'd take his tea,
" In a bumper of sweet pea."
You know. Pat, when a stranger mottoes to the
whiskey, we think him half Irish at oast; be shook
my hand; I never before had a Royal ewes*, except
from Stephen Armitage, the pawnbroker, late King
of Dalkoy. Oh, poor Stepliou and his Court were
sett upon the ShongAresmj-011, hod lack to the
Crawley's l Amen, Against:o t bat let us try to forget
our miseries in the hopes of an alteration. lee sure,
Pat, the people can never forget—well, we look for
other times. Luck and gram to me if the new Mar-
quis, which we so long bated, was net the very boy
that brought over the King. Well to be sure, would
you suppose the instrument employed to rob us of a
bad article would bring as bask a better, and as many
promises as would resell from here to ItellylivAgen,
if be only keeps his word t Oh, the Devil fly away
with the man Jack of you bat will be as jealous as
if Newmarket was to emelt a rape upon the Cur-
' ragh of Kildare. He says the devil a one of our
cabin windows shall pay taxes, were it as big as
Patrick's steeple; and that the people shall eat their
own pigs if they can get embody to buy them ; and
that in future they may sell their torn and potatoes
for all they can get; and each a beautiful string of
promises it would do your heart good to see them all
realised. Well, be it so, half a loaf is better than no
bread. I'm told your bread in England is made of
potatoes; what an invention. Tell me Pat, upon your
conscience, did your bakers get a patent for it, or did
it ems salami to them ? told all your English
bakers are Senteharen; if they are, by the Hill of
illairth, sod that's a lump of au oath, they'll better
their bread ea both sides, whisk mass be a great easing

to theieselsme or their mummers. Naboeklisii etelire,
they had their day, 'tie sow our turn. No more
Barisal Use case is altered, and the day our own, at
least for the present, only they raised the price of the
toggle. because they say 'tis a Royal beverage.—
% you see Pat Hooey what the world is come to.
There's the OS boys make a guard for the King.
and the devil burn the soldier he lets come near him ;
yet in Bulgiesd they wouldn't let him go out to sup
with a lady without a guard, 0! chone. oh ! bow
some people will allow themsrkes to be batuls..osleti.
A pod man wants no guard. gr he Bulls. the Saw-
treys. and the Taffys like fair play as we do ; a halter
of snow will lead us, bat the Unkoly Alliexce, or the
Bridge-street Chap:, assisted by Old Nick, cannot
drive u. Bad luck to the pair said the Jackdaw
when be (*weed his legs with red stockings. Oh !
Pau, my jewel, if you saw the string of coaches on Fri-
day, they reached three or four of your lioglish miles.
I'm told year miles and measures are shorter than ours.
Oh ! by the steeple of Timahoc, Donny-brook and
the Coronation of King Stephen, and all the boys from
Battentown to Dualeary, put together, could not
make such a beautiful ree-raw. Solomon in his glory
was but a pepper-sheer to it. I'm so busy with all
sorts of fun. that 1 am only able to say you shall hear
more in my out. We have plenty of Parliament men
now to gin us franks, who found their way back when
the Royal Soo was relieved from the eclipse.
• The name et the Steam Boat that carried his Majesty
from Holyhead.
t la the amp of the Father sad the Sea.
Scattered:
(To be (Inflamed.)