The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser. — 1840-06-02 (Liverpool, Merseyside, England)

GOOROO.—The number of Bramin sanneasis is small. Under the name of Gooroos and Swamalus they may be reputed the bishops of the different sects, who exercise a jurisdiction over all their inferiors in every thing relating to religion and caste. They also perform certain ceremonies, analogous to the rite of confirmation granted by English prelates, whether in England or India. They are supported entirely by the willing contribution of their disciples; which, nevertheless, are so burdensome, that a Gooroo never can continue long in one place. * * An hundred pagodas, or £36 15s. sd. a-day, is as little as can be decently offered to such a personage, or nearly £14,000 per annum. The Rajah of Tanjore has been said to give his Gooroo 250 pagodas, or £9l 18s. 61d. per diem, when honoured by his visits. The Gooroos travel in great state, with elephants, horses, palanquins, and an immense train of disciples. They generally travel at night, to avoid, Moslem or European scorn. They claim more than veneration ; they consider themselves entit led to adoration. On the. approach of a Gooroo to a place, every llindoo of pure birth must go to meet him. The other classes are not admitted to his presence.-21funie's Continental India.  AN IRISH WaxE.—The following rich specimen of Irish anecdote is related among. other electioneering stories, by Sir Barry Boyle, an Irish Mintber of Parliament, and a prominent character in Charles O'Malley, the new work by the author of Barry Lorrequer. The person on whom the joke is played off, is represented to be a sort of under secretary a litte'rateur, come expressly to remark and write upon that curious specimen of the genus porno, the Galwegian in his own locality :—" Peter,' said Mr. Macnamara, turning to the servant behind him, who's dead hereabouts?' Sorry one, yer honour, since the scrimmage at Portumna ; the place is peaceable.' Who died lately in the neighbourhood ?' "flie Widow Macbride, yer honour.' Couldn't they ,take her up again? Peter, my friend here never saw a wake." I'm .afeerd not, for it was the boys roasted her, and she wouldn't be a dacent corpse .for to show a stranger,' said Peter, in a whisper. Mr. Pettyman shuddered at these peaceful indications of thesneighbourhood, and said nothing. ' Well, then, Peter, tell Jemmy Divine to take the old musket in my bedroom, and go over to the Clunagh bog, he can't go wrong, there's twelve there that never pay a halfpenny rent, and when it's done, let him give notice to the neighbourhood, that we'll have a rousing wake.' You don't mean, Mr. Macnamara, you don't mean to say —,' stammered out the cockney, with a face like a ghost. 'I: only mean to say,' said Phil., laughing, that you're keeping the decanter very long at your right hand.' Burke contrived to interpose before the Englishman could ask any explanation of what he had just heard—and for some minutes he could only wait an impatient anxiety—when a loud report of a gun close beside ttie house attracted the attention of the guests —the next moment old Peter entered, his face radiant with smiles. Well, what's that ?' said Macnamara. 'Twas Jimmy, yer honour; as the evening was rainy he need to take of the neighbours, and he hadn't to go far, for Andy Moore was going home, and he brought him down at once.' ' Did he shoot him ?' said Mr. Prettyman, while cold perspiration broke over his forehead. 'Did be murder the man ?' Sorra murder,' said Peter disdainfully ; but why wouldn't he shoot him when the master bid him ?' "—Charles O'Malley.