Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-05-06

Attorney General; and Mr.. Plunket, as il he never
could cease to be so. Lastly appeared my Lord
Manners, with that strong affinity to the Stuart cast
Of face, and that fine urbanity Of manner, which,
united with a sallow face and a meagre figure,
makes him seem like the phantom of Charles the
Second. The Court was crowded, the business Of
the day was brought on; MIR. Prendergast, with that
depth of registorial intonation which belongs to
| him, had called on the first cause, when suddenly
a cry, or rather an Irish howl, of My Lord, my
Lord rose from the remote seats OF the Court, and
made the whole assembly look back. A basrister
in a wig and gown was seen clambering from bench
to bench, and u~psetting all opposition, rolling over
some and knocking down others, and uttering in a
vehement and repeated ejaculation, MY Lord, my
Lord as he advanced, or rather tumbled over
every impedinent. At length he reached the lower
bench, where he remained breathless for u moment,
overcome by the exertion which he had made TO
gain that prominent station in the Court. The
nrst sensation was one of of astonishment; this was
succeeded by reiterated laughter, which even the
s~trictness of Chancery etiq lette could not restrain.
could not for u moment believe the assurance Of
my senses, until, looking at him again and again, !
became satisfied that this stranger barrister, (for a
barrister it was) was no other than the miserable
man whom | had observed III the Hall, and of whom
| have given a faint and imperfect picture. After
the roar OF ridicule had subsidized, the unfortunate
gentleman received an intimation from Lord Man
ners that he should be heard, when he addressed
the Court III u speech, Of the style of delivery Of
which it is impossible to convey to AN English read
er any adequate notion, but which ran to the fol-
lowing effect. Iii now may it please your honor
able Lordship, more than forty years since, with u
mourniul step and heavy heart, ! followed the re-
mains Of your Lordship's illustrious relative, the
Duke Of Rutland, to the grave The moment this
sentence had been pronounced, aud ii was uttered
with a 'barbarous impressiveness, the Chancellor
leaned forward and assumed an aspect Of profound
attention. The Bar Immediately composed their
features into sympathy with The judicial counte-
nance, and a general expression OF decomposition per-
vaded the Court. The extraordinary orator con-
tnued, "Yes, my Lord, the unfortunate man who
stands before you, did, us a scholar Of Trinity Col
lege, attend the funeIa al procession with which the
memberso OF the University Of Dublin followed the
relics Of your noble relative to an untimely tomb.
My eyes, my Lord, are now filled by my own ca
lanities, but they were then moistened by that
sorrow, which, in common with the whole of the
loyal part of the Irish nation, (for, my Lord, | am a
Protestant) | felt for the loss of your noble and ev-
er 10 be lamented kinsman." CThe Bar looked up
TO Lord Manners, ard, perceivins his attention
still more strongly riveted, preserved their gravi-
ty.) "Oh, my Lord, feel that | am addressing my.
selfto a man who carries a true nobleness in every
drop of his honorable blood. God Almighty bless
your Lordship. you belong, ay, every bit of you.
to the noble house CT Rutland; and aren't you the
uuCfe d u luke III DfOtDcr 10 MS grace, the Arch
bishop Of CanterburyF-'But in whit cause, MIR.
Mac Mahon, are you counsel?-In my own, 10Y
Lord. 1t Is a saying, my Lord, that he who is his
own council has a madman for his client. But,
my Lord; have no money TO fee my brethren. ]
haven't the quiaaam honorariun, my Lord; and if
am mad, 1t !, poverty and persecution, and the
Jesuits, that have made me so. Ay, my Lord, the
Jesuits. For who is counsel against me, | don't
mean that Popish demasosuc, Daniel O'Counel,
thpuoI he was broIrht nm al ST Omar and bad
enough he is too, for abusing your Lordship about
the appeals; but | mean that real soc OF Loyola,
Tom -, who was once a practising parsoE, aud
is now nothing but a Jesuit in disguise. But let
him beware. Basnal Harvey, who was one Of my
prosecutors came to an untimely end"
Such was the exordium of Counsellor Mac Ma
hon,* the rest of whose Grafton was i'll perfect con-
iormity with the introductory passages from
which ! have given an extract. But, in or
der TO form any estimate Of his el0quence, YOU
should have seen the prodig ~ itself; the vehemence
oihls gesture CORES ponded with the intensity This
emotions. His hands were violently clenched and
iuriously dashed .gainst his forehead. His mouth
was spattered with discolored foam. His wig, of
unpowdered horse hair, was flung off, and in the
variety OF frantic attitude which he assumed, his
gown was thrown open, and he stood with scarcely
any covering, but his ragged shirt, in a state Of
trightful enacation, before the Court.
hen this ridiculous bat painful scene had con-
cluded, so much | whispered to myself, for the
dignity ofthe Irish Bari confess that | Invested
myself of my professional trappings, after hav-
ing witnessed this exhibition of degradation and
of misery, with very different feelings from
those with which | had put them on; and as |
walked from the Courts with the impression
of mingled shame aud commisseration still fresh
upon me, | ventured to inquire of my own con-
sciousness, whether there vas any thing so ca
balistic in the title of Counsellor, which | shared
in common with the wretched man, whom | after
wards found to be in daily attendance upon the
Hall, and whether had not a little exaggerated
the importance to which | imagined that every bar
rister possessed an indispu.able claim. 1t occurred
to me, Of course, that the instance of calamity
which had just witnessed was a peculiar one,
and carried with il more Of the outward and visible
signs old stress than are ordinarily revealed. But
is agony the less poignant, because its groans are
hushed? Is it because sorrow is silent, that il does
not "consunae the heart?' or did the Spartan feel
less pain, because the langs that tore him were
hidden beneath his robe?
*This unfortuna TIC man, who had distinguished him
selfin the University of Dublin. and in early life had
married a woman Of large fortune, was lately found
dead in Sackville-s rect.