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t( Who is Muggleton/ 1 said a friend of Lord Alvanly's, the other day ; 

 " do you know him ?" " Yes/' was the reply, " I know him, but he 

 is low ; a fellow who muddles away his property in paying his trades- 

 men's bills." 



We again advise law, and an immediate application to Sir James 

 who will turn it into a libel, if the thing is to be done by man. 



We suppose that the Emancipation people on this side of the water 

 are, by this time, getting ready their eloquence to satisfy the wondering 

 world that " Conciliation" has done its work, and that Ireland is per- 

 fectly at its ease. We have no doubt that Mr. Peel will be of that 

 opinion. He will give a sentence or two to blushes and regrets, that 

 " faction in that fine country should not be more decorous ; but he will 

 trust and hope, the natural good sense of the people, the general feeling 

 of the truest interests of Ireland, which has always distinguished its 

 patriots ; and the progress of time, will heal, assuage, soften," with all 

 the rest of what Dibdin calls palaver ; in short, that the Right Ho- 

 nourable gentleman is just as wise, sincere, and honourable, as he was 

 on the day when he went to the right-about, and voted the " healing" 

 measure. 



But those who were healed, conciliated, and emancipated, have a 

 different idea upon the subject ; and they think themselves worse off than 

 ever. Hear what the great Agitator has to say for the state of " Emanci- 

 pated Ireland !" 



" We have in Ireland, in the person of an English lord, a despot the 

 most complete in Europe. The law which constitutes this despot is a 

 barbarous act of military despotism an outrageous exhibition of martial 

 tyranny the force of the cannon, and the bayonet, and the sabre, 

 dragoons and military, horse, foot, and all against reason, right, and 

 justice. It is tyranny, in its blackest, foulest shape. The insolent 

 Englishman w r ho used it, and in its use infringed the law, may talk of 

 his prowess, may boast of his duelling propensities. Oh, would to 

 God the sacred cause of freedom were between us ; in some as sacred 

 conflict, where the lover of his country and of Christian charity and 

 peace, might appear with honour. My blood boils when I see a wretched 

 English scribe, dare, in the face of Heaven, to trample down the people 

 of Ireland with his iron heel. And is this to continue ? If I live, it 

 cannot be it cannot be. It is an audacious insult to this country to 



have framed such an Act of Parliament." 



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This is all capital. Not very new, we admit, for it has formed the 

 staple of Popish oratory for the last thirty years. But it is vigorous, 

 and shews the gratitude of the people, and the improvement in the 

 " agitator's" patriotism since he came into the legislature. But we must 

 first see what he thinks of the Irish Government, in the person of Sir 

 Henry Hardinge. 



" I arraign that paltry, contemptible little English soldier, that had 

 the audacity to put his pitiful and contemptible name to an atrocious 

 Polignac proclamation ; and that, too, in Ireland in my country in this 

 green land the land of Brownlow the country of Grattan, now in his 

 grave the land of Charlemont and of the 70,000 volunteers the heroes 

 of the immortal period of '82. In that country it is that a wretched 

 English scribe (a chance-child of fortune and of war), urged on by 



