The Statesman.
London, England, 1821-09-03 00:00:00

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At last, my dear Pat, you condescended to answer my
letters, which I received in a parcel by the *mail (car-
riage paid). I suppose I should have beard from you
before, only you're so very busy doing nothing that you
had not s moment to yourself. I'm told you London folks
are so actively employed, you have nothing to do but
read the newspapers, and send beggars bullets at the
Horse Marion. I &messily glad to receive your long
letter, which should have been sent back .wrapped in
brown paper to make you pay treble postage, but for the
secrets contained therein, and which amply confirm the
particulars of my former respects toyou. appears from
the complexion of the newspapers. you are, as I fore-
told, quite jealous of the King's attention to us, and
feel pleasure at the row at the Mansion-house by that
dery Darley. 1 have already stated to von thatiow bred
shabby vagabonds, who got their breadby Irish disunion
will at all times endeavour to fan .the embers of low
party prejudice, and take every means to hold that
power they have so long exercised to the injury of the
King and the People. Oh, bad luck to the Crawley,.
Indeed you are as jealous of as as ever Sir W— S—r
was of 5 y 31'C—n. So it appears, do what we
will, we. can't satisfy you, and like the Irish Drum-
mer, let him flog high or low, he •can't please. No
matter about that, they say love creates jealousy.—
Devil burn the much of that we ever had from you ;
the fault is not with us in this country. My dear Pat,
you never beard a stranger abused or call'd ugly
names. I wish it was so every where for the honor of
both. Good luck to the Boys at your side, they are
darlent fellows. Pray tell n, , in your next, is it
tree that the King is about to seed the Heroes of
Hyde-perk to Hanover, as a hotly guard, when he
goes there. Between you and I Pat, I believe it is a
41.--d lie; his Majesty is no such fool, as to trust
his life with a set of fellows, that at all times have
been ready to -- his subjects. 011, no, the King
knows what's what! he has learned a lessor since he
came here, that may beof service to him ail the days
of his life. He has seen the only way to cattiest, the
friendship of the people, is to mix with them. He sees
that he wants no soldiers to guard hint—no bullet-
proof coach—ao Oarcre to throw stones at him, and
after swear ag:litist his subjects. Here his Majesty
may walk, ride, or julep ; he has nothing to dread.—
We want nothing of him but to put down the raga-
bone Delius, and if he don't do that in quick time,
his visit nitll do more harm than good, because it
has held out, the Olive of Peace which his Ma-
jesty's presence was to confirm, and his words and
actions since his arrival, have led us to suppose this
grand act of conciliation, was to be the healing balm
fur all minds and opinions. Oh, glory be to the real
Boys here, they did nut begin the mischief ; it was the
organ Of that detested faction who have deluged Ire-
land with blood, and would again attempt it, sooner
than lose an atom of their ill gotten power. We wait
impatiently his Majesty's return from Slane Castle,
when we hope, as every liberal man in the country
does, that the King will make an example of the ruf-
fian who insulted him so grossly in running counter
to leis Majesty's most peaceable instructions and pater-
nal intentions; even the King himself don't escape
their detested malice. They whisper aniong themselves
that he is one of Sheraus Achockah's breed,
and that he is no real —, or he'd never give
any power to the b— Papislies. This is given in
underneath tones and propagated by the steuddllo..,o
fanatics, as well as the &leo gownsuien; and should
his Majesty put down such conffuct, he would become
more popular than any of his family ever have been.
Unfortunately, the name of religion has been the watch-
w..rol of persecution ; and what is the war between the
Turks and Greeks hut a second edition of the Irish
massacres :3 with this difference, they have more charity
in Turkey, they cut off the head at once; whereas, in
Ireland, they flayed off the skin in piece-meal, with a
cat-u'-nice-tails, and afterwards rubbed the wounds
with salt, which was winch worse than the flogging
itself.—(M, bushel, of Lod lack to the Crutelcys !
You mutation, the people have doubted your narratives
en the elements of torture ; tell those, who will not
believe what they don't like, that every species of cru-
elty, from the bastinado to the gibbet, and from tie-
ing to horses tails to skinning alive, has been prat-'
tired on the unfortunate Irish. You have had some
trilling samples of what could be dune by a lawless sol-
diery; yet your English Dukes, and Lords, and
weights, never attempted to remove a body of red-coats
who exultingly glory in the blood they have spilled.
Some think they add laurels to their fame by enlarging
the list of killed and wounded among their neighbours
engaged in the act of paying the last token of respect
to their abused and unfortunate Queen. Oh, what a
time to let loose --, and then would secret
them from justice! That reminds me of Jemmy
O'B—n. whom they had protected in the Castle-yard-
house until an honest English serjeant of Militia gave
a friend the wink. who had the cowardly murderer
t ken and banged ; which would not have been done
hut lie had previously lodged his robberies in the hands
of his employer (his wife said LINO; who by letting
Jemmy swing, kept the cash to himself ; but he has
since ward swaddling preacher and washed off his
crimes and rapacities by his great faith in the powers
ahove.—thi, food leek end re-bed leek to Me Cronekye:
Your newspapers one day, are sending off the King
to Hanover is a hurry ; what ganders you must be to
think his Majesty wishes to visit those in death that
he never liked when living. The Repot tis all fudge
and dentistry ; he'd much rather be where he is ; an-
probation andpopulat notice are ton great novelties to
his Majesty, to get so soon tired of them. The next
day you are sending him off to London. Ob, bodther,
luck and grate to me, but the new Marquess knows
better than let his Majesty return to head-quarters,
until the present ferment has subsided with you, as
well as with us ; so that between the Life Guards with
yon, and the Blackguards with us. the King, Lord
help Ishii. is placed between too fire., and likely to be
Ringed. Then, my dear Pat, do your newspapers want
to make a Judy of his Majesty ? Troth and we won't
let them ;he is making great progress in learning Irish ;
and by the time be touches at the four provinces, he'll
have it at his fingers ends.
On Monday evening he arrived at the Castle from
Slane, and went directly to dine with the College boys,
and it as, as usual, as happy as good humour and hos-
pitality could make him. The next day was the In-
stallation of the Knights of St. Patrick, and a grand