134 IRISH ORATORS, 



LETTER XXXIL 



Utica, August I, 1820. 

 IMy Dear Sir, 



One of the modern poets has elegantly said. 



-One snGail spot 



Where my tired mind may rest and call it Home • 

 There is a magic in that little word : 

 it is a mystic circle that surrounds 

 Comforts and virtues never known beyond 

 The hallowed limit." 



The same feelings which attract us to home^ 

 when absent, enhance the importance of our na- 

 tive country when in foreign climes. Every 

 thing which relates to Ireland has now a double 

 charm and a double interest in my estimation. 

 I can stop and converse by the hour with the 

 humblest laborer from my native land, and do 

 not postpone my attentions to inquire whether he 

 js a Catholic or a Protestant, a Royalist or an 

 Oppositionist. Even a panegyric on Castlereagh 

 now sounds melodiously in my ears. 



With all these predilections I cannot shut my 

 eyes against the false taste which has pervaded 

 the Irish oratory, and which has extended to thisr 

 country. Grattan, Curran, and Phillips, are con- 



