ropes). There was no such thing as getting a waiter to attend upon you, or a chambermaid to fetch you a towel on that memorable day—all were intent on looking at Misther Ma’er, the champion of Irish liberty, or shouting for the hero, not of a hundred fights, but of one in a hundred, and that one in the hundred of Ballingarry, under the command of Field-Marshal Smith O'Brien, and on hurraing for the victim of English despotism! and "no small blame to him" for leaving Lake Sorrell, in the district of Campbeltown, without a ticket, though he had a "ticket of leave" to remain there as long as he thought proper. Boston filled its Music Hall (and Thomas Francis his pockets, with nearly seventeen hundred dollars), gave him a supper to match, and a ball to follow, though every fool who so yelled and called him a patriot, knew him at the same time to be a rebel ! No matter the very fact of his being a traitor to England insured him a welcome to America. One thing is quite certain, that although by his trip to, and his flight from Australia, Meagher has made a good thing of it, his country is none the better for his patriotic interference; but what his deluded hearers, the sons of the soil, got, or

ever will get, by their patriotism, is briefly summed up by their own gifted writer, Maturin :

"Patriotism!

It is the age's foppery, and the beggar

Gives his last faggot to his country's pile,
Forgetting, as he eyes the straw-fed blaze,
He must be cold to-morrow!"

To follow "the gifted champion of liberty" (as the gentleman is generally styled in most of the American papers) through the rhodomontade of his lectures from one end of the Union to the other would be a task of supererogation; for what he said in New York, he repeated in New Orleans, and the sound thereof was echoed and re-echoed through Massachusetts and other adjacent States. We will give an example, leaving the reader to draw his conclusion from this one instance. Mr. Meagher favoured the sons of New England with an episode directed against Old England, in giving an account of the rebellion in which he took so lively an interest and acted so conspicuous a part, after the following fashion, which may be looked upon as a sort of floundering between the sublime and the ridiculous:

"As for an insurrectionary movement, they did not contemplate it until early in the spring of

1848. Two great events conspired to bring this about-the Irish famine and the French revolution

of February. The famine had wrought a hideous devastation. Not Egypt, when the darkness came upon the land; not the city of the Holy Temple, when the Roman crossed her wall; not Venice, when the plague struck her, and she lay a blackened corpse upon the Adriatic; not the gardens and the vineyards of the Lombard, when the steeds of the Scythian trampled through them; not London, in the days of which De Foe and Lingard, on imperishable pages, have left us paintings as appalling as the Judgment' of Angelo; not in any of those climes and cities, in those their days of deepest dismay and tribulation, did a scene so terrible meet the eye of Heaven as that which, in the land of his fathers, in such hideous colouring had been revealed. Finding the worst come-their country all but gone-her commerce gone, trade gone, credit gone—all her interests, all her faculties destroyed—bankruptcy, destitution, desolation, death-death by the minute, death by the million, utter ruin, utter annihilation coming upon her, and coming with speed, and the howl of the gale in the Tropics, they who had been true to the island, true to her in the face of all, the worst

even the distrust and detestation of many amongst her own people, who had been faithful to her freedom' as they are now faithful to her fall,' they felt the time had come to make a bold attempt to cut adrift the dismantled craft, and, with the remnant of the crew and fortune, save her from the ROYAL PIRATE to which she had been lashed. Who were opposed to the movement? The O'Connellites, almost to a man. In Waterford, the most vigorous of them were sworn in as 'special constables,' to put down the 'Irish rebels.' So, too, the Orange party, who thought their church and anniversaries were in danger, and so buckled on their armour of righteousness, and pitched their tents under the lion and unicorn. So, too, the landlords, who have lived upon the sweat and blood of the people, and now tremble lest the grave would give up the dead, and the victims of their evictions and exactions-swelling the army of the poor-would precipitate upon their heads, their houses, and their idle children, a crushing retribution. So, too, the Castle folk, who had their opera-glasses, their bouquets, their scented gloves, of pink or primrose, their genteel servility, their handsome beggary, their eligible daughters to protect and provide for. So, too,

the merchant, the tradesman; the railroad and every other speculator-all, in a word, who had any amount of money in the bank-they believing that a wholesale depredation, or a communistic distribution of property, was the one thing contemplated -being beaten into this belief by the lurid scribes AND SCOUNDRELS OF THE ENGLISH PRESS !"

And then, calling in the muse of Thomas Davis to his assistance, he barked forth this anathema against England and her allies:

"See! Russia preys on Poland, where Sobieski reigned,

And Austria on Italy the Roman eagle chained;

Bohemia, Servia, Hungary-within her clutches gasp,
And Ireland struggles gallantly in England's tightening grasp !
Oh! would all these unite, or battle alone,

Like Moor, Pushtani, or Cherkess—they soon

Would have their own!

That glorious noon,

God send it soon!

Hurrah! for human freedom!"

Why, the people shouted as if the whole British nation had but one head, and they, having obtained the grand desideratum of the pious Emperor Nero, had chopped it off at one blow. The climax of his outpouring was finally reached, when he announced to the assembled gapers his having become a citizen of the United States. We have told you