The Statesman.
London, England, 1821-09-22 00:00:00

PRIMAIig LETTF.4kr FROM DiIAWIL
No. IFIL

I yaw to the Lord Mayor, my dear Pat, I am amitld,
astonished Mei transanogrified; I don't know Ishii!' is
it, my head or my ten is 'uppermost. There's your
English newspapers don't say a syllable about the
shootings, the gallopings here and there and every
where, the murder, shoots and • nllilieusyou had about
the King.on his arrival in Loadan. What a stiff-necked
set you must be, to be sure, or his Majesty would not
treat you as he has done. It appears there is a Magis-
trate at the head of your Police; Whom they say is an
excellent man, and because he would not let the lobsters
cut the poor carpenters, bricklayers and cobblers for',
their diversion, your beautiful advisers bid this worthy
Englishman' set off to H-11 in a band gallop, and
thereby throw the odium of their own petty spite
on the King, Lord blest him. That same King, who
had not the cruelty to send Delso D— to 11--11, or
to Conaught ; and now, my dear Pat, do you suppose,
that King, who could forgive our Police man would
bestow his vengeance upon the head of another, who
saved the lives of his Meresty's faithful English sub.
inn, and conducted himself with that moderation
11 which at all times dignifies the Magistrate and the
gentleman. • It is impossible. that King, who eamel
propagate a brotherhood of affection among Irishmen
of every religious persuasion, Must not be a philoso,
riser, and unsusceptihle of bad advice. It therefore
cannot be the act of the King, it mast be that •of
these old hypocrites, who have so ling kept up a
Sorrier between the King and his people, and who
still wish to keep them asunder, thet they may pro-
fit by the weakness of the one, and the jealousy of
the other; but between you and me, my dear Pat, I
think Sir Robert Baker, whom I am told is a darlant
boy among his family and friends, is at least entitled
to as much indulgence as an Orange ruffian who at-
tempted to perpetuate a disgraceful stigma that has so
long disgraced this country. Let the advisers he re•
sponsible, they have disgraced themselves by the in-
famy of tie act, ma ehoe on Me Flack a Bosthune.— 1
Luck and grace to me Pat, but we are left alone by
ourselves once more ; there's all the black coats scat-
tered
about, except those that's in mourning for the
Queen ; health and Heaven to them. The lawyers are
on circuit, the bishops gone to rusticate, and the clergy
to whercvet they can tart the penny to most advan-
tage. Oh ! murther Pat Honey, what the D-1 is
the matter with you in London ? I just took up a paper
at the Old Globe, where you and I used to take our
coffee ; they said the King has cashiered Sir Robert
Wilson without trial or court of inquiry ; well, here's a
pretty kettle of fish, as the old woman said to the pan-
cakes; cashier Sir Robert Wilson, why by Saint Patrick
be is the cleverest officer in the British array. though
lie is not an Irishman. Does not the Guerilla wars
in Spain and Portugal, the victories of our troops
in Egypt, his conduct in the battle of Leipsic,
and through the whole Russian Campaign,
does not his skill and bravery at Talavera, proclaim him
superior to such feather-bed fiats as ornament the Horse
Guards and Hyde Park, so celebrated far cobbler, brick-
layerandeasritsitits work Sitsppoges,brmormeassampe
rienced General, whose skill and bravery are established
all over Europe, remonstrated upon the propriety of cut-
ting doirn the King's subjects, at the funeral of his
Royal Consort, his first tousiu, and :he first talented
woman in Europe, this glorious, this great awl immortal
Englishman, is to be deprived of that right he has pur-
chased, and that Tank his conduct in the field has so
dearly possessed him of, when Aby Gaby, and others
equally worthy have been made Knights and Baronets.
Oh, bad luck to Me eamleys, amen. So, here Dailey-
is forgiven ; there, Sir Robert Baker is dismissed.
Here Aby Gaby is Made a Baronet • there Sir Robert
Wilson cashiered, of more than 3,400/. his commission
costliim. Here's Royal advice With a vengeance. What
o
are you all about? Oh ! by the billHowth, I strongly
suspect many of your garret rooms are unfurnished, or
things would not come to this pretty pass. lour'
follies or your wickedness have reduced you to this. Sir
Robert Wilson's name must be dear to Irishmen, as I
know it to be trut, that some few or his constituents
in the Borough, some illiterate swaddling ruffians, 1
wlsh'd to oppose the Irish Claims last Session. Sir
Robert told theta he'd never debate himself by counte-
nancing
illiberality in the form of intolerance, and his
vote was given in unison with his opinion. Did!
mossy of your Irish members do so? Bad luck to
the Crawley*. The less of such a man is a blot,
an eternal stalls upon the quarter from whence
it came, whether from the wisdom of the Hanel
Guards, ur the villainy of the gang.-oh, bad leek
to Me Crowley* ! No doubt, there is a Royal
prerogative, that places the army under the consumed
of the King, bat we have few examples where the party,
accused are not allow'd a trial or a Court of Inquiry.,
In this case, such a course was imperious from the mi-
litary character of the man. We have not heard of
such a piece of consummate wisdom sinus Clarke and
Co. were agents. So, like the brave Marshal Ney,
because Sir Robert bad not the Royal mandate to stop
the effusion of human blood. Oh, what a world we,
live in! Arrah Pat, my jewel, do you know the reason
they did not give him fair-play. By the charms of Lough
Dearroggh, I'll tell you. Did they put Sir Robert on his
trial, he'd bodther them as he did the French lawyers,
and let the cat out of the bag ; he'd produce a Second
edition of 1809. Mum Pat, little said is soonest
mended ; people have not dropp'd their old tricks yet.
Oh earsorm an aher ajus the vie So. the King is going
to Hanover; here will be neat work. What will the
Scotch say now ? Why, that folks don't care a bunch
of matches fur them. They're all jealous enough
already, brit this will send them stark staring mad.
Luck and grace to me, if they had only a themes a
thockah, but they'd try the old game once more. Some
prating gossips here, who pretend to know every thing
and after know nothing, say that his Majesty is gone
to visit old (lout for the pleasure of boar-hunting;
others that be is gone a d-nts-1 hunting; but we all
agree be is not gone a money hunting; so that his
coronation and his two loving trips to the West and
Bast will cut a lumping figdre in the beautiful
Mohicans of the next civil list expenditure. What a
pleasure to see his Majesty do basin's', its done with
se much gentlinsanly ease. No* Pat, as I never failed
hig.'strid yod the news when he ass here, hope you'll
not fotget me this next quarter to eon* as the per!
spostive appears predigest with all sort of botbstatinas.
I shell let you Ms some little secrets by and by that
riU tickle*, fancies of your London politicians; until
dies, and oven after, glory es tile Sit Kobetto. Tbsy
are the Webs elver; lied Itairibn ma tai all title
Mesas to Loidos, •-•