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London Boarding-house-Radical-Rationality-College with a thought; 
while Harlequin and his rose-cheeked Columbine, and his well-made 
and well-kicked Clown, have flesh and bone undeniably national. What 
is it to cry out at, if Harlequin keeps his carriage, and Columbine is in 
doubt which of three lords she shall marry ? They deserve their honours, 
and shall have them. 
The story goes, that the Marquis of Clanricarde had ordered his house 
to be fitted up for the reception of Mr. O’Connel in London. Of the 
nature of the fittings which would be most appropriate in this country 
for the Irish M.P.’s reception, we have a very distinct opinion; but, as 
Jekyll said the other day, “ Englishmen should drop the subject.” Mr. 
O’Connel politely declined the honour, saying “ that he was in charge 
of the “ rent.” 
The “ Counsellor” has, however, since put himself into the hands of 
Sir Francis Burdett, Sir James Mackintosh, and Mr. Brougham ; a 
strong indication that he has gained courage on the part of the “ rent.” 
But, in point of personal precaution, nothing could be more judicious ; 
for, in the multitude of counsellors, says the proverb, the timid may look 
for saFETy ; and, if Sir Francis has not been at the bar, he has been in the 
dock, which is nearly the same ; and has, besides, during his whole ~ 
career, exhibited the true slipperiness of Chancery Lane. The poet was 
of old gifted with prediction, and we fully agree with the annexed 
pleasant lines :— her 
THE DEMAGOGUE’S DEPARTURE. 
Arr.— The Minstrel Boy.” 
The sham M.P. to “ the House” has gone, 
In the ranks of rogues you'll find him ; 
His green surtout he has buttoned on, 
And Killeen trots behind him. 
“* Child of Rome,” said the silly Lord, 
“ Though all the world despise thee, 
The ‘ Rint’ at least thy rights shall guard, 
And J, for one, will prize thee.” 
O’Connel went down, for the Speaker’s rod 
Soon forced him to knock under ; 
And back he flew to his Papist sod, 
With his bruises, and brogue, and blunder : 
And he cried, “ I thought the English soft, 
And I whined about Papist slavery ; 
But they shewed me the Drop, and the rope aloft— 
So, Here’s long life to knavery !”—[_dge. 
Martin the Incendiary.— He was born in the year 1782, at Hexham, in 
Northumberland, of parents in an humble station, who apprenticed him to 
atanner. In his twenty-second year he went to London, where’ he was 
impressed, and sent to sea on board the Hercules, a74 gunship. While 
on board this vessel, he was engaged in the bombardment of Copenhagen. 
He was afterwards engaged in«the blockade of the eight Russian ships _ 
in the Tagus, and from thence sailed to Corunna, where the wreck of | 
the English army, under the command of Sir John Moore, was taken on 
board. Subsequently he sailed to Egypt. After a number of adventures, 
by sea and land, in which he mentions having been four times ship- 
