The daily union. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1845-1857, 1845-08-14
From the New York Evening Post
LETTER FROM ENGLAND.

In the absence of an editorial letter, which we ex-
pected by the Great Britain, we are permitted TO
make use of the following from occasional corre-
spondent:
''There is no political intelligence Of importance
in this country, although the affairs OF Ireland seem
to be gathering backness. Persons skilled IN DIS
corning the signs of coming events, pretend TO say
that trouble is brewing among the poor population
Of that country. 1t is suspected that their faith in
the efficacy of O'Connel's movements Is being UNI
dermined by the silent cravings of increased des-
titution and misery. His loud, and no doubt con-
scentious, boasts Of triumph, not having been sue
ceeded by any positive acquisitions OF power, the
illusion that surrounded him is breaking, and NUT
terng discomfort spreads slowly among the mighty
masses on whose shoulders he has rested Mean
time he has retired to Dernane to perfect certain pro-
ects OF parliamentary action, by means OF winch ne
hopes to secure some real and permanent good TO
his country. The hold he has had on the people
may for time induce them to place some hope on
these expedents but the shrewder observers OF both
England and Ireland begin to feel that more than a
Parliament on College Green is needed to right the
wrongs of Ireland. O'Conne am free to confess,
seems to nobe-hearted, sagacious, and intrepid
leader, worthy Of the enthusiastic love he has IN
spired in the hearts Of his counrymen; but, with alt
his noblenss and daring, he has failed to perceive
the real source of Ireland's depression, and the
means by which she can be rescued. If you will
permit, some time will give you the opinion Of an
humble individual on these matters.
"But while directing your attention TO the dis
tresses and symptoms of coming trouble in Ireland,
let say, that observation has filled me with even
greater apprehension in regard to England. Heaven
knows that am not a prophet of evil: my feelings
consttuonaly turn to the brighter aspects of hui
man affairs; and my instructive belief of what must
be the destiny of our leads me to anticipate a
future for mankind more glorious in its fulhment
than our most glorious hopes. Yet cannot OBJ
serve daily the shocking contrasts of social condition
which thrust upon me In this country, without
being filled with alarm.
1t is true that these contrasts are no new thing;
they have existed for centuries; they have often
forced the masses into attitudes OF positive revolt
more threatening than any discomfort that now ex-
hibits itself on the surface Of society. But the pc
cuarty OF the present feeling IN England is, that 1t
is SILENT secret, suppressed smotherng It's wrath In
| utter Inconsistencies of what is to be done. On
former occasions, discomfort, made more poignant
by.a bad adverse state Of trade, burst out
into hasty, fiery impatience-into transient riot
strife for wagesand having given itself air the
| flame has soon sunk down into ashes. Now, how
ever the fires are smouldering beneath the ashes
extending themselves like subterranean fires-and
unless vented by some speedy and wise application
Of relief destined inevitably to fame up in volcanic
eruption The only ground Of hope dscoverable
is to be found in the fact that the more generous
minds of England beginning to look into the
matter as serious one. Even the nobility no
longer shut out the ominous signs of popular dis
tress. They cannot shut them out, except by shut
ting out the best portion of the popular literature of
| the day. This is a pregnant and cheering fact.
Carlyle, Dickens, Hood, D'Israeli, Mrs. Norton,
and Others have painted pictures that legislators and
men of power are compelled to see; and there IS
always hope when men have once got their eyes
open to danger
81 have taken up so much of my letter with these
grave questions, that have little space to speak Of
lighter topics have heard of nothing in the lite
rary way likely to interest you. The Legitimate
drama" is equally dead, although la danse and Ia
ntisgue thriving under as brilliant constellation
of artists as was ever gathered in galaxy. What
think you of Julia Gris Rita Borio, CASTELAR,,
Rossi, Cacca, Lablache, Moriana, together sing
ers; and Taglioni, Carora Grisi, Certo, and Luz
ellie GRAIN as dancers' We'll, these have appeared
during the same evening in the same pieces. For
rest and Macready, and Anderson and Vandenhof
hide their diminished heads before these magnifed
tses The former, by the way, is in London, med-
tadng an excursion to the Highlands, while Ma
cready and Anderson can't even get chance of
playing to empty boxes,'