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were not surprised at their effect. Mr. Moriarty is a native of 

 Kerry, and is himself a convert. He is thorough master of the 

 Irish character, and of the many avenues to the Celtic heart. 

 At one moment he is full of wit and fun — in the next, touchingly 

 pathetic ; again, strongly persuasive and eloquent ; and, by 

 acute cross-questioning, he forces admissions which lead to con- 

 viction. When such gifts of nature are combined with devoted 

 zeal and active benevolence, one cannot wonder at his success. 

 A controversialist without bitterness — would that we had hun- 

 dreds like him ! Then we might snap our fingers at Cardinal 



W , even with his red hat and his stockings to boot. While 



we have one such Irish clergyman (and there are many as 

 devoted, though few so happily gifted), I shall not despair of 

 the poor dear old Church of Ireland, bad as she is. 



To the Same. 



Trinity College, Dublin, May 22, 1851. 



The Grays are in Paris, where they remain for another 

 month, and then I hope to meet them in London, and at the 

 Ipswich meeting of notables. Every one says the Exhibition is 

 wonderful, and all the papers are full of it ; and the Queen has 

 not yet been murdered by the foreigners, &c, and none of the 

 bad things predicted of it have come to pass ; but on the con- 

 trary, everything is " merry as a marriage bell." But say the 

 croakers, " Wait awhile. The ides of March are come, but not 

 past." — u Very well, we will wait," say the anti-croakers. Your 



friend, the editor of the , has been writing some sad stuff 



about England, really such gammon that it is wonderful how 

 he finds readers to swallow it. " Punch " has lately been giving 

 a " special report " for his benefit, wherein all Mr. 's say- 

 ings are amusingly caricatured. 



Some one has been puzzling folk at Plassey by writing that 

 I am preparing for a flitting to the Western World, &c. You 

 know I sometimes talk jestingly, but with just as much expect- 

 ation of putting my design in practice as a child has who tells 

 another "when the sky falls we will catch larks." Now say 

 I, when Trinity College is turned over to the Pope, I intend to 

 leave the old tub, but not till then, unless she tires of me, and 

 turns me adrift. 



