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losophical in future in his parliamentary language the utmost reach of 

 his faculties is smartness in debate but we advise him to moderate that 

 arrogant tone which would be offensive ig a man of real statesman-like 

 abilities, but is absolutely insupportable in him. The present House 

 may tolerate his haughty airs ; but, if the Bill be good for any thing, 

 the next will be less patient of the vanity of the patrician without the 

 talent of the legislator. The name of this gentleman, unfortunately for 

 Ireland, recals her to our memory. It is hard to say whether he is a 

 severer infliction on that country, as a minister or as a law-giver. Is the 

 Irish Reform Bill intended to be a final measure likewise? A Bill, 

 under which there will be fewer electors than bayonets in the island ? 

 Intended as a deliberate insult, it is intelligible; intended as a conces- 

 sion to Toryism, it is intelligible ; intended as a prop to the church 

 establishment, it is intelligible ; but as a stroke of legislation, to satisfy 

 and pacify the Irish people, and stamp on their hearts indelibly a feeling 

 of confidence in the wisdom and parental concern of an Impetial Par- 

 liament, what shall we say of it, than that legislative incapacity never 

 went further even in an Irish Secretary, and a British Senate. Were 

 the Irish people contented with their share of reform, they would de- 

 serve to be governed by Mr. Stanley : we know not any letter way of 

 expressing our contempt. 



THE AUTUMN CLOUD. 



WHITHER, whither through the sky, 



Whither is thy chariot bound ? 

 Thou, whose winged coursers fly, 

 Making, with golden hoofs, no sound 



On Heaven's star- pavement, as they tread 

 The many- coloured world around. 



Thy journey will be fairly sped, 

 Ere from day's placid forehead fall 



One of the twelve bright pearls, that shed 



Their lustre round her coronal ; 



Ere night, the gloomy and the proud. 



Takes up her sceptre, and doth call 



Before her throne the shadow crowd ; 

 O yet, upon thine airy way, 

 One moment's little space delay, 



Thou lovely autumn cloud ! 



