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the great balance-wheel In the machinery of society. In Ireland it 

 would be the best and most immediate tax on the absentee ; it would 

 give the people of Ireland a feeling of independence — it would prevent 

 them from continuing in that state which induces idleness, crime, and 

 disease ; — it would make comforts necessaries ; and thus by supplying 

 new wants, excite new exertions ; — it would supply employment, and 

 thus make them industi'ious. Wealth will then be created by productive 

 labour, and capital must remain in Ireland to employ the people. The 

 farmer, the manuflicturer, the shopkeeper, &c. would then have a home 

 market for their produce and goods. The rents of landlords must rise with 

 the improvement of the country ; the waste land, mines, collieries, &c. 

 will be a new source of profit, and many who have become absentees, 

 because Ireland, as she is, cannot be a happy home, will return to enjoy 

 the peace and prosperity of their native land : — the waste lands will be 

 brought into cultivation — the mines, with which the country abounds, 

 •will be worked — more attention paid to the local improvement of Ireland, 

 at present shamefully neglected — the existing manufactures fostered and 

 encouraged, the general condition of the people ameliorated, and if any 

 measures detrimental to the country should be enforced, their effects 

 will be immediately felt by those who, having a voice in the legislature, 

 can best apply an immediate remedy. 



NOTES OF THE MONTH ON AFFAIRS IN GENERAL. 



The Russians have done just as they liked with the Turk, while our 

 hero, prince, dictator of Europe, and universal genius, has been 

 whistling on his weekly way between Downing Street and Windsor, or 

 busying his great soul with the capes and collars of his new regiment 

 in " the blue uniform, with pistols and bludgeons to match," or with little 

 episodical visits to Doncaster, &c. A corporal of the guards could 

 have done as much in the time, and England may rejoice that she 

 possesses a premier v/ho renders her at least no object of alarm to the 

 most pacific hen-roost from Margate to Moscow. 



The Czar is a manager of another kind. While orders, and ribbons, 

 and buttons, the natural bait of boys, and old men past their understand- 

 ings, were glittering in the eyes of the British navy, at once for the 

 purpose of holding forth the wily Muscovite as a distributor of honours, 

 and no doubt for the purpose of that happy confusion which it has pro- 

 duced — a confusion too that acted as a capital tub to the whale while the 

 northern harpooner was waiting his moment ; he sends down his bat- 

 talions on the road to the Seraglio, breaks up the Turk's new fangled 

 tactics, sends the Cossacks in full cry after the pachas, culbutes every 

 turban of them, and halts at last only to give the Sultan time to throw 

 away his scimitar and beg for his life. 



In the mean time, where is the Magnifico, who rides on the neck of ]\Ir. 

 Peel, and says to Copley, " Thou art my wash-pot, and over Fitzgerald 

 I throw off' my shoe .'" He sits in the solemnity of a plaster mandarin 

 in a shop window, with the same complacent smile for ever on liis cast- 

 iron countenance, and the same happy tranquillity in his frame — " the 

 world goes on well," written in every line of his physiognomy, " and as 

 long as I can keep my place, it may go which way it will." What 

 Sultan ^lalmioud will say of this magnificent somnolency is another 

 question. lie may complain that when a Turk threw oft" his hereditary 



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