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There is one other point connected with Ireland's prospects, upon which a great prejudice appears to existemi. gration. Men who call themselves patriots allege that we are losing the stalworth and able-bodied people, and that in emigrating to America they leave behind them the old, the helpless, and the feeble; a perpetual tax upon the industrious members of the community. It is scarcely necessary to deny so foul an imputation cast upon our countrymen. A pious regard for parents and children, and even for more distant relatives, is one of the features most strongly marked in the national character, and ever burns in the peasant's heart with a holy flame, which misery and poverty in his own land cannot quench; which wealth and prosperity abroad can never extinguish, nor time nor distance chill. We can confidently assert, from an intimate acquaintance and great experience among the peasantry of Munster and Connaught, that for every guinea taken out of the country by the emi. grant, four or five are returned, either to bring out the other members of his family, or to relieve the wants of his aged parents. We have seen upon several occasions £50 sent bome by a common labourer; and the testimony of Father Mathew, before a Committee of the House of Commons, is to the same effect. The following return lately made by one single firm will place this beyond doubt :

and to keep the labourer here in helpless poverty, instead of permitting him to seek his fortune in other lands? We believe that every thinking person will agree with us in saying, that emi. gration is one of the most gratifying features in the improved condition of the country; and that its effects will be, and in fact already have been, to empty the poorhouses of the useless portion of the community, and to diminish poor-rates considerably.

We have endeavoured in the foregoing pages to take a fair and unbiassed view of our present condition, and our future prospects. Now that the storm has passed, and the angry elements have almost spent their fury, we are able to pause, and contemplate more dispassionately our fortunes; and is there any reason why we should despair? We have endeavoured to combat-would that we could say successfully-some of the absurd prejudices that exist against this country, and to point out some of the unexampled resources we possess; partly with a view to inspire Irishmen with energy for renewed exertions, and partly with a view to excite the curiosity, and awaken the attention of the English emigrant and capitalist. We felt that this was the more necessary, owing to the unfortunate disposition of our countrymen, which induces them in too many cases to magnify and exaggerate immaterial trifles, not in any manner connected with Ireland's progress and welfare, and at the same time to dig. credit and depreciate the things that really belong unto her peace. A great storm has swept over the face of the land. We have seen names connected with the brightest era of Irish nationali. ty blotted from out the things that be. We have seen nobles and maidens of gentle blood obliged to leave their homes,-gorgeous as the habitation of the mote (that dwelleth in the sunbeam),-and now poor and friendless on a foreign shore ; and we have seen in countless multitudes

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" Scourged by famine from the smiling land,

The mournful peasant lead his humble band."

We would put it to any candid man whether he really believes that emigration does impoverish the country; or even if it did, whether it would be just to adopt any measure to discourage it,

These changes, in a great measure effected by legislation, and accompanied with so great an amount of human suffering, can only be justified on the plea that they were necessary for the future regeneration of Ireland. Per.

haps they were wise and well, but still they were “not the less a pain;” and how sad indeed will it be if all these evils shall have been endured, and if no commensurate advantage shall be found to follow ! It is because we are convinced that our future destinies hinge at the present moment upon the infusion of new capital, enterprise, and vigour into the inane and sickly frame of Irish society, and that we stand in need, not of vaunting patriots, Orators, and heroes, but of patient, industrious, calculating utilitarians, that we have striven particularly to point out to the intelligent capitalist, the advantages our country offers, with an anxious desire, at the same time, to enlist in our favour every patriotic Irishman for so good a work; the more so as we know that there is no country in the world so disparaged by its own inhabitants as Ireland, particularly by the section of its people in most constant communication with the English—the absentees, who having become apostates to their own fatherland, hate it as only apostates can hate. We cannot expect that the foregoing observations have been sufficient to animate the weak, and desponding, or to deter the parties personally interested in the perpetuation of our misfortunes and misery from future efforts to aggravate, by false alarms, present suffering; nor can we expect that we have been so fortunate as to banish all the anti-Irish prejudices entertained abroad for so long a period; but we do hope that we have, in some

degree, succeeded, and that many a “Saxon,” who might have exiled himself in the Antipodes, far from all he loved and cared for on earth, will now, ere he does so, visit Ireland, and examine and judge for himself. We promise him if he comes—not as a stranger to view the nakedness of the land—not as an inspector of poor relief or famine, to fatten upon our miseries—but as a brother, to link his fate with our country, and to blend his destinies with ours, a generous welcome, and all the blessings of a warm-hearted and grateful people. Here, amidst all the exquisite variety of scenery with which heaven has adorned our isle, and amidst the pure beauties of nature, he will be best able to preserve his health and spirits, and develope all the energies of body and mind.—What are the events of the last few years 2 Crime has almost ceased, the poor-rate is decreasing, civilisation is spreading, education is advancing, our manufactures are making gigantic strides, our rich mines are unappropriated, and ourlands ready to yield their grateful produce; capital only is wanting. Is ours, then, a declining country? is our star on the wane 2 Certainly not; everything is such as to inspire confidence in those who can discern the signs of the times; and we feel assured that the patience with which we have endured past sufferings will not be without its reward, and that the time is not far off when

“The liquid drops of tears that we have shed
shall come again transform'd to orient pearls;
Advantaging their loss with interest,
And tenfold double gain of happiness."

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FRUITS AND FLOWERS-A SYMPOSIUM IN SUMMER. JOLT-A ToxOPHOLITE

PICTURE--SoxxeTS BY THE SAD WAVE-A STOKM AT SEA-TOAN EBRING
RIVER-THE ROSES, A SONG FOR THE PHILOSOPHICAL-THE FEAST OF TABER-
NACLES-TIE SALLY FROM SALERNO--SIR RAINULF'S HENCHMAN-AN IDIL OF
Mosch08-The W18H; OR, THE FALL OF THE STAR-TIE ORPHAX GIRL

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THE BRITISH OFFICER.

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THE LINE OF THE LAKES . . . . . . .
CHATTERTON-A STORY OF THE YEAR 1770. CHAPTER II.--TUE ATTORNEY'S

APPRENTICE OF BRISTOL. CHAPTER III.-FEMALE FRIENDS, AND A JOURNEY
TO LONDON .

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WARM WATER VERSUS COLD; OR, A Visit to WARMBRUNN IN PRUSSIAN AND

GRÆFENDERG IN AUSTRIAN SILESIA. Part I. . . . . . IRISH RIVERS.-NO. VIII. SPENSER'S STREAMS—THE MULLA AND ALLO . .

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DUBLIN JAMES MÖGLASHAN, 50 UPPER SACKVILLE-ST. WM. S. ORR AND CO., LONDON AND LIVERPOOL.

SOLD BY ALL BOOKSELLERS,

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SCENE. - A Villa at Dalkey, overlooking the Sea. Time, Evening. The

Moon in her third quarter. POPLAR, SLINGSBY, and BISHOP are discovered sitting amid the debris of fruit and flasks; in the midst of the table stands the red leather bor."

BISHOP.—Throw open the window, Anthony, and let us breathe the fresh air of the evening.

POPLAR-Rises and opens the window). Heavens! what a glorious twilight! What piles of clouds in the west, still blushing like coy beauties from the recent kissings of the Sun's rays, and now paling timidly with a sense of shame, and tearful, withal, as if sorrowing for the flight of the day god. See the haze on the placid sea, and the tiny silver ripples just heaving to the white moonshine.

BISHOP,- By the nine muses thou art growing poetical, dear Anthony. Well, well, I often warned you what would come of grog and cigars.

SLINGSBY.–Tush, tush, Jack, let the man have his way. Nature is working in him and will out. Go on, Anthony.

POPLAR._See how sweetly pensive sails the dwindling moon in the wide expanse of heaven's hazy blue; and you can trace the dim outline of her dusky orbit where the sun's rays fall not on it, like the shadowy tracery of past joys which memory leaves on the brain. Is not the salt breeze from the sea delicious? Hark! to the muffled dash of the long low wave upon the rocky strand, and the plash of the oars of the home-wending fisherman's skiff. Beautiful, beautiful, is all this tranquil world, when the strife and struggle of busy day is passed from her !

BISHOP.—The man is going clean daft. A song, a song, Jonathan, if you would not have me apply to the Chancellor for a writ “ de lunatico inquirendo."

SLINGSBY.-Song of mine shalt thou not have this night, Jack. There are other spirits that shall minister to our delectation. Come, dear Anthony, see what thou hast got for us in thy casket.

POPLAR.-Reach me over yonder box, Jack, and I will give thee that which shall content thy heart. (Poplar opens the box and draws forth at a venture., Now may fortune favor me. Ha! said I not soothly. Here is something to the very matter. Are we not now in the midst of bright and beautiful July ? Listen, then, how one of the bards of Maga celebrates it for us. (Reads) :

VOL. XXXVIII.-NO. CCXXIV.

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