68 Letter on Affairs in General. (Jury, 
been; nevertheless, a:golden actor; and I would regret, now his strength 
is gone, that he met with any mischance. Besides, whatever means he 
might have used in attempting to sustain himself, it was dlness that. 
really destroyed him in Falstaff: I saw him play the character on the 
first night when he attempted it: it was weak even to childishness ; 
and I felt certain that he never would get through it three times. 
Samuel Rogers, says the “ Sun,” must not be published of an evening 
any longer, because now its the Rising sun. That poet will be the 
death of me! 
It is a great misery to me, and I should think must be to tender- 
hearted people in general, to find that the ‘‘ Mendicity Society” is re- 
laxing in its labours. One’s feelings are now exposed to laceration, 
and one’s garments to pollution, turn which way one will. We suffer 
outwardly from having greasy hats thrust forty times in a day against 
our clothes; and inwardly, from a regret that there should be no place 
where persons who wear greasy hats can be at once taken care of. 
The emancipated “solicitors” have lost no time in districting the town ; 
and the favourite arrangement seems to be for two to take a street-— 
one on each side the way—so that no body can escape; and you gain 
nothing by crossing. In Dublin, they have a cart which goes about 
the city all day catching beggars; I wish the same plan were adopted 
here: for, in many cases, the poor creatures seem to be very tired, 
and I. dare say would be glad of any opportunity to ride home. 
Isee great exultation in some of the liberal prints, that the “ No 
Popery” cry, as it is called, has failed to produce the effects expected, 
here and there, at the elections.. I think there is a little mistake in all 
this. There is no horror of “ Popery,” nor anxiety about it, in the 
minds of the mass of the people of England. The English Catholics, 
if they stood alone, might get any thing they chose (as far as the peo- 
ple are concerned) to-morrow. But when briefless barristers, and 
reporters of newspapers (persons respectable enough in their proper 
situation) come here calling themselves delegates, and undertaking to 
“ answer for the peace or turbulence of Ireland,” and talking of force 
and danger to the people of Great Britain—honest John loves a joke, 
but he thinks all this rather too good a one. He does not mind much 
what else the Catholics might believe; but he is afraid they want a 
little more instruction, while they believe such persons fit to be their 
jeaders. I have no doubt that the Irish Catholics must have their 
claims (or at least three-fourths of their claims), though I think the 
management of their “ Association” has thrown the grant of those 
claims back ten or fifteen years ; but the real cry, as far as the people 
have any, is not “ No Popery””—it is “« No Paddy.” As for the return 
of candidates— 
“ L’argent, l’argent !”’ 
One way or the other, that does not prove much. 
The French newspaper, the toile, gives the following exquisite piece 
of intelligence :—« His Majesty (Charles X.) hunted yesterday at 
Fontainbleau. We are pleased to state that he was two hours,and:a 
half on horseback, and perspired less than usual!” | bie 
“ There’s a divinity doth hedge a king”? q Wwe 
that makes even his perspirings a matter of importance. Our own 
“court newsmen” are felicitous sometimes in expression too. One of 
