Ireland, there are other measures demanded by justice for the entire empire.

"Our duty will be to vote for every extension of suffrage to the English people.

"We owe a similar duty to the people of Scotland.

"The shortening of the duration of parliament to at the utmost three years will be another duty.

"But the greatest of all is the ballot, I must confess."

Extension of the suffrage, triennial parliaments, and vote by ballot, have all encountered the repeated opposition of the ministry. Of course then, the obstacle to the passing of these measures of justice lies in the principles of her Majesty's ministers. No such thing.

"It is a species of melancholy consolation to know that the same obstacle which prevents "justice to Ireland," equally prevents that "justice to Eng

land," which consists in the exclusion of the suffrage, in the shortening of parlia ment, and the voting freely by ballot-I

mean the House of Lords."

Thus, notwithstanding the often repeated pledges of ministers, we have Mr. O'Connell's testimony to assure us that, if it were not for the House of Lords, we would have, first, the total destruction of all church establishment in Ireland-second, an indefinite extension of the suffrage-third, vote by ballot, and, fourth, triennial parliaments, or "oftener if need be."

We wish much that some Conservative member of parliament would bring these declarations before Mr. O'Connell and the ministry, face to face, and put the question to them both, whether it is true that the Conservative opposition, and the House of Lords, are the only obstacles to these revolutionary measures.

One sentence more, and we have

done with our extracts; the sentence contains a pledge made with all the solemnity of an oath; a pledge that his present support of ministers is offered them with the full conviction

THAT ITS ONLY USE WILL BE TO SERVE

THE CAUSe of repeal.

"Irishmen beloved countrymen, with whom or for whom I have laboured for near forty years--for whose welfare my heart is as warm, and my spirit is indefatigable and as undaunted as when, with the blood of boyhood boiling in my veins, I commenced my enthusiastic, and not Irishmen beloved, unsuccessful career. esteemed countrymen-you who have the germ of every virtue implanted by nature's God-blessed be His holy name-in your much contributed to obtain political adhearts and dispositions you who have so vantages for Scotland and England-you who have been usefully numbered in every battle, but as yet basely deprived of the benefit of your own victories-Irishmen! attend. Remember I am a Repealer—remember I tell you it is my belief that justice will never be done to you until you have once again a parliament in College-green; and every fact that arises proves more and relief from the British parliament. more strongly the utter hopelessness of

"Irishmen, attend-With these convictions deeply impressed on my mind, I am doubly persuaded of the prudence, the policy, and wisdom of making our present experiment."

With the conviction that "justice never will be done to Irishmen until we have a parliament in College-green' -with the conviction deeply impressed upon his mind that with the good will of England justice will never be attained for Ireland"-Mr. O'Connell is doubly persuaded of the prudence, the policy, and the wisdom of keeping the Melbourne ministry in office. If there be meaning in words, the inference is plain, because he is convinced that their retaining office will advance the cause of Repeal.

IN the Tuam Herald-a paper supposed, we know not how truly, to be under the more immediate control of Dr. M'Hale-a paper, however, which certainly speaks the sentiments of the Connaught priesthood-we find, under the head of "female patriotism," the following paragraph, to which we beg

the earnest attention of our readers :"The following instance of female patriotism is one among the many instances of the kind which occurred in this county previous to the last election :-A girl in a village called Russeltown, in the union

of Liskivy and Adregool, who was for some time attached to a young man in the village, happened, on the very eve of the election, to be led to the hymeneal altar by the object of her affections. Just at the moment when the indissoluble knot

was about to be tied, she recollected that her lover had a vote, and dreading that this vote might have been given to the enemy of her country (he being a tenant to a zealous supporter of Mr. Daly,) she immediately forbid the bans,' and declared that much as she loved him, she loved her country more,' and that she

never would marry him, unless he promised before God that he would vote for Bodkin and Martin-the lovesick swain did not hesitate to comply with her wishes, and the happy union immediately followed. Such facts as these prove to a demonstration what Voltaire said some years ago in alluding to France," that no country could remain long enslaved, once the women of that country became patriots." Should enthusiasm like this be allowed to rise to a higher pitch of intensity by the further denial of Ireland's rights, nothing but their high sense of religion and virtue can prevent the females from imitating the example of Charlotte Corday, who, with her own hand, laid one whom she thought was an enemy to the liberties of France, in the dust."

We have no right, of course, to question the perfect propriety of the motives which governed the choice of the high-minded maiden of Russeltown in her matrimonial speculations-we have no right, perhaps, to comment on the genius of that religion which thus permits its solemn sacrament to be be desecrated by political intrigue-we have no right to complain that the romantic genius of the enthusiast of the Tuam broadsheet, should form out of such unpromising materials, so very beautiful a scene-but we have a right very seriously to complain of the manner in which this admirer of female virtue holds up his heroine to the imitation of his country women. Voltaire-the French Revolution-and Charlotte Corday, are the associations which the mention of female patriotism recallsinfidelity, licentiousness, and murder, are the virtues of this new school of revolutionary heroines.

Some light may be thrown on the paragraph in the Connaught priest's instructor, by the following communication, relative to the recent Cork election, which has been kindly sent to us by a gentleman who was an eyewitness of the scenes he so graphically describes :

"The riots which disturbed this city during the election, have been marked by a feature which I believe is new even in

the wildest excesses to which popular fury has risen in Ireland. The patriot mobs have been, to a great extent, comprised of women-whose characters may be guessed without difficulty from their manners and appearance. Troops of these wretches parade the streets with green boughs in their hands, indulging in the most licentious expressions and gestures-and shouting for "ould Ireland," no words can convey any idea of the de

moniac frenzy which seems to actuate them they do not conceal that it is the presence of a strong military force alone, which prevents them from slaking their fiendish propensities in blood. They seem under the influence of a political intoxication, which deprives them of all control over their actions. I had read accounts of the scenes which were enacted at Paris during the French Revolution— but I could never realize to my mind these in which fiends in female shape are described, until I saw the streets of Cork, during this election. I can now understand them all. Patriotism has been said to be the last refuge of the scoundrel-I can now understand how revolutionary fanaticism can become the hellish religion of women who have no other.

"I cannot, of course, attempt to convey to you any more definite notion of the wild and unrestrained orgies in which these beings celebrate the triumph of the cause of reform. Dancing through the streets, tearing off their clothes-and screaming in the most hideous manner, they leave on the mind an impression of something worse than human.

"I have been credibly informed in several quarters-that a lady whose husband professes radical principles, had the folly to drive out in her carriage dressed in green-a mob attended her in triumph, the enthusiasm of one of these patriot bacchanals carried her so far, that in the intoxication of her patriotism, she disdained the incumbrance of garments, and disrobing herself with the most frantic gestures led the orgies of her companions. I have heard this story repeatedly—it may perhaps be exaggerated, as such stories often are, but certainly from what I have seen myself, it is not improbable.

"The Southern Reporter, the priests' paper in this city, dwells with delight on the patriotism of the females of Cork. Complaints having been made that the military were not active enough in quelling the riots.

The priests' paper boasted that the reason was, that the mobs were mostly women, and many of them were young and handsome women-the soldiers were gallant fellows, and a hiss to ful peacemaker." a young fellow in the lines was a wonder

This, we repeat, may throw light upon the meaning of the writer in the

Tuam Herald-we understand the ferable to the priests and their party to male patriotism which it seems desiexcite. Strange that the admiration of the writer in the Connaught paper for female patriotism, and the horror which our Cork correspondent entertains for it should excite in the minds of each reminiscences of the French revolution.

How I became acquainted with the circumstances I am about to narrate, or when they occurred, the reader must not enquire. I have taken the liberty of arranging the incidents, so that their narration will afford no clue whatever to the solution of these questions. The reader must be content to accept of the assurance of an old friend, that the narrative of this chapter is a true account of events which, to my own knowledge did actually occur.

Ellen Irving was the only child of a clergyman, well known and respected in the neighbourhood of Dublin-a man distinguished in the church by every quality calculated to ensure popularity and command respect, he filled for many years a prominent position in the public eye. By the mysterious dispensations of that Providence which so often takes away "the excellent of the earth," just when earth seems to want their excellence most, he was removed in the very prime of his life, and the very height of his usefulness. A beautiful monument in the parish church of, erected by his surviving parishioners, bears record that they felt his removal as a bereavement. Just over the costly memorial of his people's grief, a small marble tablet, plain and unadorned, except a deep sable border can be called an ornament, records in a few simple and expressive lines, the sorrow of his widow -a sorrow far transcending the grief, the tale of which is inscribed on the proud monument below.

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that his wife survived him; but I confess I have never gazed on that tablet without feeling my heart touched—as if there was something in its erection that told better than many words the character of her that placed it there. In the monument below there was enough, more than enough, to satisfy the vanity of grief. The public tribute to public worth-the long inscription where the sculptured figures bear the storied urn, and art has chiselled with her choicest imitation the forms of mourning-here there was more than enough to satisfy the vanity of woethe only sacred vanity of the heartbut over and above it all, more precious in its simplicity, more touching in its unpretending sorrow, is placed the simple tablet, which is the offering to the memory of the dead, of her to whom that memory was most hallowed. The heart of the widow demands for its memories a tribute peculiar to themselves the grief with which no stranger can intermeddle, would not unite in its record with the sorrows of the multitude.

At the time of her father's death, Ellen was about seven years of age. With this child of many hopes and many prayers, Mrs. Irving retired to a secluded residence near the village of Clontarf. Her husband, unlike but too many of the clergy, had left his family in a competence which amounted almost to affluence. Mrs. Irving was induced to select Clontarf as her place of residence, by the vicinity of her husband's only brother, a gentleman who had acquired a large fortune as a merchant. He had never married.

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