The daily national Whig. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1847-1849, 1849-01-09

Journey, despoiled OF their loneliness and
bloom, withered into premature old age.
Correspondence of the N. Y. Tribune.
THINGS IN IRELAND.
Famine and IT'S Results
DUBLIN, Dec. Id, 1S4S.
Already the famine deaths have set in,
accompanied by scenes OF unusual horror.
Bodies have lain unburied for several days
and when at length discovered by the efllu-
via, have been found mangled and defaced
by rats. Entire families have fallen, one
by one, in their lonely cabins, and no eye
saw their parting struggle /; no hand relie-
we'd, no tongue comlorted therh but they
passed away unheeded, and lay fostering on
the earthen floors of their miserable habi-
iations until some passing traveller stumbled
on their ovcrground sepulchres aud procu-
red them Christian burial. And worse,
the very excess and extent Of the misery
blunts the feelings we shrink from CON
templating what we cannot remedy and in
compassion to ourselves, in pity to
our own feelings, we resolutely keep these
thoughts away, or compromise matters BY
believing them exaggerated. But still the
work death goes on, regular as rolling
water" and every journal you take up re-
cords new victims. If, in place of think
ing Of desolate villages, and wandering
wretches hunted from the roof under which
they were born, and roaming in G drear.
nighted December over hills and boys,
shivering meath the shelter of some friendly
wall or ditch-side, or yielding up their souls
10 Hiua~wlio gave them, in meek unmur-
muring submission, mid storm and rain and
darkness, with their last hours embiltered
by remembering that those they leave behind
must travel by the self-same path and en-
dure the self-same suferings--f, instead Of
this, we followed Sterne's plan and enter.
ed in spirit some wrelched howell and ga
zed upon its wretched occupants, until
every faculty was absorbed in feeling, and
the remembrance oft fingered with us and
became part ofmemory, could it be pos
sible we would remain SO insensble9
To walk through parts Of Dublin you
would imagine poverty and suffering un.
known, but few minutes brings you into
the Liberty,
Were once theshute merrily went
Flashing through the oomi''
and gilded carriages and richly dressed pc
destrans have vanished, and You stand
amid the Baalbec Of the metropolis, lis
narrow streets and antique pointed roofs
looking like former age, and its emaca-
ted inhabitants like spectres Of The past
This dreary, desolate place where, It's
said, mothers have placed an empty pot
upon a freless CRATE, TO still the cries OF
their ialnishng children for foods with
in eyeshot OF the Castle where second
hand Royalty loves TO dwell The con-
dilion OF that place cannot be unknown to
Lord Clarendon, nor 10 Lord John through
him and yet the last month Of the year
has come, and no Parliament has assem-
bled, even TO deliberate on some measures
Of relieffor the starving people or, more
probably, 10 furnish reasons why none
should be given. Would it not be TOO bad
homes and their Winter enjoyments, at this
merry Christmas season, for the wearisome
debates of St. Stephensa Undoubtedly il
woodland so thinks the English Premier.
Parliament is still prorogued the Land
lord hastens with his work Of determination,
lest the coming festival might find him I'M
prepared and. the Peasant, discovering his
use, dies, and lertilizes the field he plowed
before. Twill be strange indeed if the Is
land is not freed from the "surplus" next
year, between Famine, Fever, Cholera aud
Emigration. AS for Emigration, it is pro-
ceeding at fearful rate; hundreds are
flying from the country as if from plague
"rhc hnman cargo leaves It's hills Of green"
undeterred by the stormy season; every fear
is swallowed up in the greater fear Of being
left TO battle through the Winter, exhaus-
ting their little store, and being obliged from
want of means to remain. This eillux Of
emigrants hurryng in the wake Of the set
ting sun TO "some wide-spreading prairie or
Indian savanna" leave their own fields,
green and beautiful, without regret, for they
feel the curse is OH tlem-that the earth
which God gave to man for his sustenance,
has been wrested from them for the brutes
that persh--that an aristocratic eye would
rest with pleasure on deer and sheep and
oxen, but turn with disgust from tidy Gotta
ges and happy children as "odious things"
Heaven preserve every country from the
curse Of an Aristocracy, should be the first
petition in every freeman's ltany. IT'S an
exalted sphere certainly, but the higher the
colder, and this one not only chills but pet
rifles.
!" 1t hardens a. within,
And petrihes the feeling"
---s ~
Destructive Fire.