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NOTES OF THE MONTH ON AFFAIRS IN GENERAL, 
Tue Marquis of Anglesey has at length, to the general gratification of 
the empire, been exported from Ireland. How much better and more 
congenially would this gallant hussar have been employed in smoothing 
his own mustachios, or docking his horse-tails, for the last six months. He 
had begun to make the discovery in the course of the first week, and but 
for the visits to his stud, and an occasional frolic at the neigbbouring 
fairs, would have perished of ennui, like any of his brother hussars exiled 
from the perpetual paradise of St. James’s. His chagrins rapidly 
thickened on him ; for the gentlemen of Ireland quietly shrank from his 
levees, while the mob orators thronged his halls. He gave claret and 
quadrilles to a set of bog-trotters, who swallowed his hospitality by the 
hundred, and did him, in grateful return, the honour of begging every 
thing, from a gaugership up to a peerage. As to the Irish ladies, his 
Excellency took a sure way of ascertaining their sentiments. He brought 
over his wife ; and the Irish ladies, for what reason that wife may best 
know, whether vanity, hurt by her superior attractions, physical and 
moral, or some of those odd prejudices which mothers inculcate in their 
children, took wing, and left the Marchioness to the solitary exercise of 
her virtues. Here we drop the subject, with no attempt to explain. 
Female caprices are problems with which we have no idea of meddling. 
But the Marquis began, for the whole, to discover that Ireland was as unfit 
for his wisdom, as unlucky for his popularity. A pair of his best 
beloved magistrates and liberators were kicked out, green ribbons, medals, 
and all. His tenderness for their little error in abusing the constituted 
authorities, and soldiery, became the subject of an opinion from head- 
quarters, which was enough to have ruffled the sensibilities: of any 
hussar that ever wore ringlets. His Excellency was not a man to take 
a buffet of this kind tranquilly ; and, in a moment of indignant heroism, 
he entered into a correspondence with that very notorious printer and 
publisher of MSS., Dr. Curtis. It was once said by Socrates, that the 
sword and the pen were equally dangerous ; the sword in the hands ofa 
brave man, and the pen in those of a fool. He might have added, that 
if the sword of the former generally cuts up his enemy, the pen of the 
latter universally performs the same office on himself. The Marquis 
wrote his wrath in the strain of the following extract, which we give 
from a popular paper :-— ‘ 
“I tell you, in defiance of the Duke of Wellington, that you ought 
not even to appear to bury your grievances ; for if you did, a base advan- 
tage would be taken of it by your persecutors, who would represent it as 
the consequence of a panic with which they by their threats and violence had 
inspired you—and by proclaiming that if the government at once had 
peremptorily decided against concession, the Catholics would cease to agitate, 
all the miseries of Ireland will be to be re-acted !”— Times. 
A version not quite so vividly expressed has been since suggested ; 
but the meaning is not diluted by a single drop of water to its gall. 
We now give a fragment of the Marquis’s mind, delivered but a little 
more than twelve months before this manifesto—being an extract from 
his speech on the popish question, May 17, 1825. 
« Emancipation is not the object of the Catholics. They now evidently 
look forward to Catholic ascendancy. Every concession that has been 
made to the Catholics has been followed by increased restlessness and 
irritation. 
