The Manchester Examiner. — 1848-07-15 (Manchester, Greater Manchester, England)

IRISH GALLANTRY. (From the Spectator.)  For a chivalrous people—and are they not chivalrous? —the Irish have strange ideas as to the employment of their women. The Irish Felon, descanting on war with England, finds this congenial employment for the ladies—  - "Let them procure a number of hoops, the larger the better, three or four feet in diameter if possibie, but even those on common herring barrels would do if the larger ones could not be procured—still we say, if possible, get the larger ones: the hoop should then be covered with hemp, or tow loosely twisted round them, or even old cotton rags would do. (Linen should always be kept for the hospitals for the wounded.) Let them next procure a basin, filled with oil of turpentine, or tar; but the turpentine is far preferable: the hoop should then be placed on the basin and turned round until the tow is fully impregnated with the turpentine. When thus prepared, the hoop would be fit for the last operation—namely, setting fire to it, and throwing it horizontally on the red coats • whose bayonets would very conveniently serve to catch it, and thus allow it to pass over their necks, when it would do its business. The great advantage of large hoops over small ones is quite apparent, as tile former would promote fraternisation between two or more of the enemy, by encircling them."  Dr. Kitchener quotes an old recipe for roasting a goose alive: the Irish Felon makes a part of female education to learn how to roast soldiers. It is evident that the Irish use English words in a peculiar and Celtic sense. For example, they describe their women as "gentle ;" but in the Celtic sense, it appears, "gentleness" is a quality not incompatible with throwing firebrands of a peculiarly complex and murderous kind—gentleness is not incompatible with assassination and a brutal kind of Ribandism. The English  " Narcissa's nature, tolerably mild, To make a wash would hardly stew a child:  whereas, your "gentle bashful Nora Creina" will cook a whole company of soldiers. At least her countrymen say so; but we don't believe them: we are slow to believe such things of women, in any part of the world. Tor genuine Milesian coarseness, in a sentimental guise, a correspondent of the Nation bears away the palm. Mrs. Mitchel has been pensioned by the Confederates, and the ingenious correspondent seems to regard her as their property, duly purchased—  "Let Mrs. Mitchel attend public meetings in different parts of Ireland, and address them,—calling aloud for vengeance on those who caused her bereavement; use reproach for cowardice and tepidity; and work on the passions and feelings of all by her appearance and complaint—telling them why it was that John Mitchel was sent in chains away, with all the minutia) of the treatment he received; and implore of them to prepare one blow for Ireland and fallen humanity. Such a woman, thus agitating, like Joan d'Arc, or the Maid of Saragossa, in such a cause, would lead the most apathetic nation like a child; but, in Ireland, the effect would be as that of a lighted match to a mine. But not to Ireland alone should her labours be confined; France and America should be visited in like manner: and thus, I do believe, by a woman's tongue, would England, notwithstanding her strength, her pride, and wickedness, be totally crushed and broken in a short time."  A stipendiary Boadicea! In savage countries, the women are made to carry burdens; in Ireland, it seems, they are put to baser uses. Mrs. Mitchel, "loveliest of the lovely," is to be carried about, like the Fat Lady or General Tom Thumb, for exhibition. It is said that the civilisation of a country is tested by the estimation in which women are held: we see to what uses Irishmen devote their women. And the idea of destroying England by means of a scold!  THE CHARTIST o r rotmtie,itd the trials