44 Mr. Young, and [Jan. 
rooted out by a delicate or shrinking hand ; much less by the hands 
of puppy pupils, or muddy-brained admirers of the Broughams and 
Benthams, the Breslaws and Katterfeltos, of politics and political eco- 
nomy. 
a his book before us, we find a graphic picture of the abominations 
wrought in Portugal by the full and unchecked domination of the popish 
system. The author is Mr. Young, a gentleman whose case has been 
so abundantly laid before the public, that it is unnecessary for us to 
recapitulate it here. He is an Englishman, who married a Portuguese 
lady in Leiria, and resided for several years in that town, apparently, as 
we gather from his book, as an agent for Lloyd’s. He was arrested in 
the course of last May, by Don Miguel’s government, on suspicion of 
having spread intelligence unfavourable to their views through the 
country, and of being in general disaffected to the present state of affairs. 
Nothing seems to have been proved against him, and after having 
suffered much disagreeable treatment in different gaols in Leiria and 
Lisbon, he was discharged in the beginning of September, on condition 
of leaving the country. His book is written, so far as his personal 
misfortunes are concerned, with considerable bitterness, and, we doubt not, 
exaggeration. Every one who is at all engaged against him, as judge, 
counsel, witness, jailer, guard, convoy, is in general treated as the 
greatest of all possible criminals ; all evil motives possible are assigned 
for their most trivial actions: and the ordinary accidents of ill-regulated 
imprisonment, are charged especially against the government which 
detamed him. We are far from wishing to extenuate the horrors of the 
filthy place in which Mr. Young was deposited in Leiria; but remember- 
ing the reports of Howard and others in our own country, we do not 
think that the existence ofa dirty cell in a jail is sufficient proof of the 
villany of a government. We are not the panegyrists of the Lisbon prison 
regulations ; but we mustrecollect that ill classification of prisoners is one of 
the most constant cries of reformers at home. It is however, we admit, 
but sorry work evento appear as if extenuating abominations, and therefore 
we hope that the publication of Mr. Young’s book may stimulate the 
Portuguese, of whatever party they may be, to amend the abuses that 
exist in their prisons ; but it should be plainly understood that these jails 
were in precisely the same situation under the sway of the constitu- 
tionalists : and the friends of the Marquis Palmella, &c., used them as 
liberally, for the punishment of their political opponents, as does 
the government of Don Miguel. The friends of humanity may 
condemn these abodes of misery, but neither Portuguese party has 
a right to throw the first stone ; and if the constitutionalists get into 
power to-morrow, much are we mistaken, if they would take the 
slightest trouble to look after the condition of the dungeons to which 
they might consign, in thousands, the partizans of Don Miguel. 
On the whole, we think Mr. Young appears a very indiscreet man. 
By his own account he had always been in the habit of discussing poli- 
tical questions, or, at least, what they thought political questions, with 
the popish priests of the neighbourhood ; he had been in the habit of 
firing off rockets, and displaying other demonstrations of joy on political 
changes in the constitution ; he was evidently a very talkative person in 
a small town, where, of course, all gossip is exaggerated and perverted. 
It is not quite fair that he speaking Portuguese perfectly—married to a 
Portuguese lady—signing a Portuguese name to a Portuguese address 
(p. 55)—assuming Portuguese manners, &c. &c. &c., should think that his 
