can such a religion disqualify a whole nation from being members of civilized society, ought it to exclude them from a participation in those advantages which bind men together, and give security to their property?

The lord lieutenant is not appointed for any limited period, but according to his Majesty's pleasure. The present lord lieutenant, (Charles Chetwynd Earl Talbot,) succeeded Lord Whitworth in 1817. Lord Chesterfield tells his son that the confusion in Ireland during Dorset's viceroyalty, was occasioned by the Duke's giving his business up to favourites: "and it was my doing the whole myself, (says he,) without either favourite, minister or mistress, that made my administration so smooth and quiet"-Phillips gives some amusing anecdotes of the Duke of Rutland's viceroyalty, in his Recollections of Curran. It seems his grace was sent to drink the Irish into good humour, and his court was the residence of riot and dissipation. He publicly kept a →→→, who occupied his attention more than the Privy Council! The Duke one evening went in state to the theatre, with his chamberlain, pages, aids-de-camp, et id genus omne. Peg Plunket, his grace's mistress, was discovered in his box-a fellow in the gallery recognized her, and wishing to mortify the Duke, who was extremely unpopular, bellowed out most unceremoneously-"Peg! Peg! who was your companion last evening?"" Manners, fellow, manners!" retorted the It is unnecessary

to add that MANNERS is the name of the Rutland family.

C The salary is 30,000l., which is enough, God knows! Government generally sends over some insignificant, stupid nobleman, who will humbly consent to be their tool. If they had always been so happy in their choice, as in that of Marquis Cornwallis, the lieutenants would have been the saviours of this country? Cornwallis entered Dublin, (says Mr. Wakefield,) with the modesty of a merciful mediator; his memory therefore will live in the faithful pages of history,-while the names of many who have filled the same situation, will be execrated as often as they are mentioned."

Last Monday I paid a visit to Newgate, having furnished myself with a letter to the keeper, who first conducted me to the chapel. Near this humble place of devotion is the Press-Room, in which the apparatus is disposed for executions. The culprit walks to the fatal drop, through an iron window, surrounded by pallisades; the drop consists of two iron traps which meet at the middle of the platform, and which are made to fly asunder by a spring. The rope is fixed round the criminal's neck in the Press-Room; it passes over pulleys through the wall and over the drop. As soon as the culprit stands on the platform, the rope is shortened by turning round the interior pulley; then the drop is suddenly made to give way, when the unhappy being is precipitated with a

violent jirk, which soon puts an end to his

agony.

In one yard, surrounded by a high wall, were the criminals who were allowed the open air. I surveyed them from a window, and was filled with melancholy at the picture of human nature in a state so abject: their actions, their gestures, language and dreadful screams, gave me an idea of the fell inmates of those regions described in Dante's Inferno. We at length came to the condemned cells, in which there were several prisoners under sentence of death. Very few of them appeared contrite; by the habit of crime, conscience seemed to have lost its sting,

"Even in that lonely hour when most it feels
And to itself, all-all that self reveals."

In one room, I observed through the twilight of a grated door. a poor creature doomed to death for some trifling theft. He was sitting on a wretched straw-bed-he turned his face towards me-it expressed the most settled despair. In moving one of his legs, he clanked the chain which galled his limbs-he sighed deeply" I saw the iron enter into his soul!"

My cicerone next conducted me to the door of the last cell in the passage. On looking through the grated arch, I saw a young woman sitting on a bench-she leaned with her elbows on the table, and hid with both her hands her streaming face-a large Bible was spread open

before her. She sobbed and seemed in the greatest agitation-tears trickled from her fingers and down her bare arms. Her agony was such

"As those who feel could paint too well,
And none e'er felt and lived to tell."

You may easily imagine how I was affected; the picture was too heart-rending for my feelings, and, to use the emphatic language of "I lifted up my voice and wept.' Scripture, In a few days, this unhappy girl will be launched into eternity! A whole life of wretchedness will rush into the short space still allowed her to exist. Imagine the horrid contemplations which precede her ignominious death! The unrefreshing slumbers the sudden starting from them into the awful reality of her impending fate the hangman like a spider crawling near her the hideous anticipations of the pangs preceding her last struggles.*—My imagination was filled with these gloomy reflections, as I turned down the passage-I could contain myself no longer-I again gave vent to my feelings by a copious flow of tears" But I am as weak as a woman-and I beg you not to smile, but pity me."

LETTER XXIX.

Here Learning, with his eagle eyes
Seeks Science in her coy abode. BURNS.

To DR, CALDWELL.

Dublin, June 14, 1819.

SINCE I have been here, I have visited Trinity College in all its details. The Museum contains many interesting articles of Natural History. The library is elegant, and well furnished with scientific lore, containing 70,000 vols. Graduates and sworn members only have the use of the library. The Anatomy house is in the Park. In the amphitheatre is a fine collection of comparative anatomy. There are some beautifully prepared specimens of diseased skin-among others, the hand and arm of a child who died of small pox, preserved in brandy. I was particularly struck with the skeleton of a giant, called Magrath. When an orphan, he is said to have fallen into the hands of Berkeley, bishop of Cloyne, the famous idealist. It is said that the bishop had a strange fancy to know whether it was not in the power of art to increase human nature. He commenced some experiments on the orphan, according to his preconceived theory-and the consequence was, that the boy was 7 feet high before his 16th year. He was exhibited as a show in various parts of Europe-he was, however, so completely disorganized, that he died of old age at 20! The bishop had nearly