cease to doubt. He looked so utterly disconsolate, that I should not have been surprised if I had afterwards heard that he had, like Wolsey at the gates of the convent, begged from Maynooth "a little earth for charity.' The Doctor passed on, and presently we beheld old William Saurin coming in the same direction. It occurred to me that he would afford in his physiognomy a corroboration of the arguments which I had found in the Doctor's bearing, and I proposed to my friend that we should take our stand upon the steps of the arcade, from which we could command a distinct view of such characters as might furnish a clue to the discovery of political effects. I imagined that the quondam Attorney-General would have set the matter at rest; but what was my astonishment when I perceived that he was full of vigour and renovation! I was not a little discomposed at observing his look of cheerfulness and satisfaction, from which I should have been led to conjecture that he regarded Emancipation as a mere nullity; or at least, as such a measure as might, with a little dexterity, be rendered wholly nugatory. However, my friend relieved me from my apprehensions, by recalling to my recollection that Government had just given to Mr. Saurin's son a place of 2000l. a-year, which was probably thrown in as a sop to the Cerberus of the Constitution, whose growlings the servants who had opened the doors to the robbers, even when they had rifled it, thought it might be as well to check. I therefore set down the air of hilarity which prevailed about Mr. Saurin as only evidence that he had received the materials of domestic consolation, and that his individual gratitude had overcome his public resentments. Mr. Saurin did not look at King William; indeed, he hurried more rapidly along as he was passing beside the effigy of the idol; but whether it was that he was conscious of having deserted his worship, or that he felt that the divinity had departed from the temple, I cannot take upon myself to declare. Just after Mr. Saurin came another personage, who, although little known in London, has attained in Dublin the highest celebrity which a devotedness to provincial faction can confer. In a stout little gentleman, with a militia, but not a military look, I recognised the famous Poteen Colonel (famous, I mean, in Orange convivialities), who, from his achievements in smuggling illicit whiskey into the Castle, has earned as much notoriety at the Custom-House as he has gained distinction in the Brunswick Clubs. I imagined that I should have observed the effects of Catholic Emancipation in that rotund protuberance in front, into which so much of the life-blood of John Barleycorn has been surreptitiously emptied-but in the Colonel's belly I could detect no important change; it carried no traces of calamity, but was as full and circular as ever, making the proprietor resemble the black and rotund alembic in which his favourite beverage had been distilled. But the rest of the outer gave an insight into the interior man. The Colonel's waddle was less important and peremptory; and as he rocked himself along, it was evident that he was no longer sustained by the sense of his own constitutional dignity, and that he felt that if another deposit of Poteen were smelt in his chambers, it would not be through a mere fine that the escape of a good Protestant would be effected. The Colonel, albeit enveloped in strong black whiskers, left enough of his counte nance apparent to discover the mortification which his once profitable loyalty had sustained. Still there was as much of malevolence as there

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was of dejection about this gallant personage; and in the abstract mood into which he seemed to have fallen, I thought I could discover the symptoms of authorship, and that by way of banishing distasteful thoughts, he was engaged in composing a consolatory pasquinade in one of those constitutional journals, into which it is said that he occasionally evacuates the overflowings of a bile, of which splendour is not the most distinguishing attribute. The Colonel was followed by Mr. Sergeant Lefroy. I imagined that he, too, would have paused, in order to offer his valedictory homage to the emblem of that principle which had engrossed so much of his political devotion;-contrary to my expectation, his eyes did not even rest upon the image of King William. They were fixed in indivertible intentness upon the College, whither he was proceeding, though at the same time it was evident that there was little of the alacrity of hope in his uneasy and solicitous aspect. The Sergeant was succeeded by Davie M'Cleary, the tailor, who is so celebrated for his oratory in the Common Council. Before, however, he reached the statue, he suddenly turned off, in full chase of the Reverend Tighe Gregory, who, I perceived, was making long strides to elude the William-street statesman, who alternately cuts up a bye-law and a coat. It was in vain that Tighe put all his nimbleness to the test. Davie speedily reached him, and presented the parson with a long sheet of paper, the which, from the horror with which Tighe Gregory recoiled at the sight of it, I took to be a bill; and although at the distance I could not hear him, yet from the strenuousness of his gesture, and Tighe Gregory's dismay, I conjectured that Davie was declaring that since the Constitution had been ripped up, and every principle had been torn to tatters, he could no longer venture to give the parsons credit. My attention was diverted from the great ornaments of the Orange pulpit and nostrum, to a far greater personage than I had yet seen. This was no less than the renowned Sir Harcourt Lees, who came down Dame-street, with his hands plunged into his leather breeches, his top-boots without a gleam of Hunt's blacking, a little whip, which, instead of being lightly poised in his hands, was thrust under his arm with a close compression of the shoulder, while his coat was buttoned up in such a fashion as to give him leave to hide his chin, and his hat, slouched over his eyes, concealed nearly the rest of the sacerdotal countenance. Alas! for Sir Harcourt; the slouch in his walk, and the inflexion of his knees, were so much increased, that instead of suggesting that buoyancy and elasticity of spirit which in hap pier times were intimated by his gait, he looked like a discomfited jockey who had just lost a race. As he approached King. William, he endeavoured to rally a little, and made an effort to whistle the "Boyne Water," but after a cadence or two, that sounded like the dirge of the Constitution, he sank into taciturnity. I conjectured that he at least would have stopped to cast a lingering look at old Glencoe, but suddenly he rushed forward with a precipitate step, and took to his heels.

"The learned Sergeant is candidate for the University of Dublin. It is not a little edifying to observe him in the Chapel of that distinguished seminary upon Sundays. His countenance contrives to pay a double debt' during divine service; for while he seems wrapped into the heights of Calvinistic inspiration, he still manages to recognise every scholar of the house with a look of Sabbatarian canvass."-Note by Mr. Boyton.

I was astonished at this movement, until looking back I perceived two persons, whom Toby Glascock declared to be keepers from Swift's Hospital, in full chase of Sir Harcourt, and furnished with a straightwaistcoat upon a new plan, which has not only the effect of restraining the arms, but, what is far more important, prevents the fingers from holding a pen. It is unnecessary to say, that long ere this last melancholy exhibition of the effects of Emancipation, my companion was fully satisfied that the great measure had not been so inoperative as he had imagined. We were about to retire, when a long procession of gilded carriages, which suddenly appeared at the entrance of College Green, arrested our attention, and it was not until we saw Mr. Alderinan West in a huge coach, glittering with as much splendour as his own shop, and attended with all the pomp and circumstance of civic majesty, that we recollected it was Lord Mayor's day, and that the great functionary was proceeding to the Castle for the purposes of inauguration. Upon occasions of this kind, it was usual to decorate the harnesses with orange ribbons, and to display all the types of loyalty while the air rang with acclamations, and disturbed the rhetoric of the associators at the Corn Exchange. But now a profound silence pres vailed; the Lord Mayor's coach seemed to be the hearse of the Con stitution, and the horses themselves, like the steeds of the heroes of old, participating in human sympathy, hung down their heads, in which the festive decorations of Protestantism were no longer visible. The only person in the array of melancholy citizenship, who seemed to preserve his pristine dignity of bearing, was Mr. Quinton, the mace-bearer, who still maintained his noble port and his habitual elevation of demeanour; or if he seemed at all to droop, he still reminded you of one "greatly falling with a falling state." The sight of this procession reminded me, that there was to be a grand civic dinner at the mayoralty, and it struck me that it would be a pleasant sight to witness accordingly, instead of going to hear the Recorder's speech, touching the greatness of a Lord Mayor from the era of Whittington and his cat, I determined to use my utmost efforts to procure a ticket of admission to the gallery of the great room, which was built at the expense of five thousand pounds, in order to give a dinner to his Majesty, and to enable his loyal subjects of the Corporation to gorge themselves more conveniently ever since. I at first thought of applying to Mr. O'Connell to give me a note of introduction to the ex-Sheriff Bruce, or to his friend Hickman Kearney, who was foreman of the Balinar Grand Jury; but I recollected that he was at Nenagh, engaged in studying, on his celebrated white horse, how to ride rough shod over the battalions of corruption in St. Stephen's Chapel.. It then occurred to me that O'Gorman Mahon could assist me, as I had seen him dancing with such effect with the wife of a city knight, in the Ball-room at Seapoint, as completely overcame her antipathy to the future member for Clare. I found my excellent friend just slipping into a pair of tabinet pantaloons, which he wore merely for the purpose of encouraging Irish manufacture. He took me by the hand, with that grasp of good fellowship which bespeaks his honest nature, and inquiring whether I had breakfasted (it was about four o'clock), ordered toast, coffee, eggs, and a beefsteak for himself. I begged him to get me into the gallery, and reminded him that Lady Bombazine (my defective pronunciation made

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him smile) had done her best to blush through a whole rouge-pot when he met her last. My dear fellow," said the candidate for Clare, “I would do any thing in the world to oblige you, excepting that; but since I have been at Almack's, I assure you I never keep much.company, and if I were to ask a favour, dn me but she might ask me to a party to the waterfall on Sunday next." As he was saying this, he touched his whiskers in such a fashion, that I could not venture to urge a request which would have the effect of involving him in so ungenteel a familiarity. I took my leave; and wishing my excellent friend every success against whoever should stand in his way, either at Almack's or St. Stephen's Chapel, I proceeded to Father L'Estrange, who I under stood had been lately engaged in converting the daughter of an alderman, as a beautiful set-off against the New Reformation, and attained my object. At seven o'clock I proceeded to the civic palace, and found some four hundred assembled. Dinner being announced, a tremendous rush took place. I found some difficulty in effecting my entrance; but being once in, derivede suppleness and agility from my somewhat slender configuration, and got nearly to the top of the banquet-room; but here I started back with astonishment. What did I behold! It was not the Duke of Northumberland who had amazed me. In him I saw what I had been prepared to expect, a fine and open-faced Englishman, with great suavity and kindliness of look, combining a manly good-nature with the bearing that belongs to his station. Neither was it Archdeacon Singleton, though I might have been surprised to find in a northern parson the easy, affable, and polished gentleman, which he is known to be. Neither was it the stupendous load of viands, and the array of champaigne and burgundy, and the still more remarkable avidity with which the civic spectators beheld the repast, from which the tantalising necessity of grace delayed them., No; if I was lost in wonder, it was under the influence of a more justifiable motive for astonishment. It was the sight of Mr. Blake! To see a Catholic in that room at all was notable; to see a Catholic distinguished for his zeal and talents, as well as high station, was remarkable; to see Mr. Blake, the friend of Lord Plunket, was extraordinary; but to behold him placed almost next to the Lord Mayor himself, and occupying the chief place in the very penetralia of the Corporation, was prodigious. It was only when the clatter of knives and forks, had warned me that the main business of the evening had commenced, that I recovered from my astonishment. At first, a profound taciturnity prevailed. This I-attributed, in a great measure, to the engrossing assiduity with which the company were discharging the chief office for which a Corporator should exist; but even after the process of digestion had commenced, and that of eating had terminated, when the huge frame of many a city functionary was thrown back upon the chairs that creaked beneath their burdens, a deep melancholy prevailed. Their dismal aspect, however, gave way to a more animated expression, when the corks flew from the flasks of champaigne, and they began to wash away, in their draughts of oblivion, the recollection of the national disasters. Still, whenever they looked up towards "the Remembrancer," as if his name operated as a talisman to the memory, the scowl upon their visages returned. Nor was his physiognomy at all calculated to cheer them. Catholic emancipation seemed to be written upon it. The deep, thoughtful, and far-sighted

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expression which habitually belongs to Mr. Blake had been superseded by
an hilarity, which made him look as if he came to make merry at a festi-
val which he regarded as the wake of the Constitution. The feelings,
however, which pressed heavily upon the corporators, were alleviated by
the announcement of a toast, which produced an immense excitation. The
health of the " Duke of Cumberland "ignited the whole assembly. The
damp which hung upon them was set on fire, and diffused itself round
the room in a splendid blaze of loyalty. They did not confine them.
selves to the ordinary demonstrations of enthusiasm. Shouts, yells, and
whoops rose from hundreds of widely expanded throats, as they prepared
to offer a libation to the spirit of genuine Protestantism, which is concen-
trated and embodied in that beloved Prince! I imagined that Mr. Blake
would have lost his composure, but his expression of exultation was only
heightened by the smile of sardonic derision with which he contemplated
this exhibition of wild uproar, which resembled the drunkenness of
sailors who shout for the captain while the vessel is going down. The
beaith of" The Duke of Wellington, the saviour of his country," was of
course received with all the execration which it deserved. The Lord
Mayor proposed the Lord Lieutenant. His grace rose with that plain
dignity and unembarrassed frankness which characterize him, and told
the assembly that the administration of justice should be impartial in
Ireland. This intimation, which was a broad hint that the Dublin she-
riffs should no longer be nominated by the corporation, diffused through
the meeting a presentiment of annihilation. They stood as dismayed as
the Babylonian feasters in Mr. Martin's picture. The Duke having
given them, this broad hint, took his leave. Mr. George Moore seized
immediate advantage of his absence to prove the justice of the appella-
tion which is given him in the House of Commons, where the strenuous-
ness of his opinions, contrasted with his manner, has caused for him the
title of" Sir Forcible Feeble." He delivered himself of an elaborate
discussion upon
"the Protestant colonies," suggesting that the bogs
and fens of Ireland afforded the only appropriate place of refuge to the
mourners over the Constitution of 1688. At the sound of 1688, even
his constituents could not help laughing, recollecting the immortal ridi-
cule with which the everlasting burthen of his parliamentary psalmody
had been covered by the Solicitor-General. However, the soporific
powers of Mr. Moore prevailed over this sudden burst of merriment,
and dulness, under his auspices, was not slow in reasserting her domi-
The general oscitation that distended every jaw, brought the
learned and honourable member for the City of Dublin, and guardian
of the Registry Office, to his seat. The effect of his eloquence remained
for a considerable period manifest in the sense of weariness that pressed
itself upon the assembly. The Lord Mayor at length bethought him-
self of an expedient to dispel the torpor, by proposing, by way of anti-
thesis to the Lord Lieutenant, "The Duke of Northumberland." This
suggestion generated a very important incident, and, as my readers may
be disposed to suspect that the tone which I have hitherto adopted is
not one exactly suited to the fidelity of grave historical narrative, I
think it better to quote, verbatim, from the Dublin Evening Packet, the
detail given by Mr. Sheriff Mansfield, the proprietor, of the catastrophe
with which these festivities were closed :-

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"On the Lord Mayor proposing the health of' The Duke of Northum