And now permit an old and sensitive friend to expostulate a little with you, in the simple garb of queries : 66 66 Why, and for what good reason,—with what policy, or on what feeling, are the bones of the most illustrious of Irishmen suffered to moulder in the same ground with his country's enemies? Why suffer him to be escorted to the grave by the mock pageantry of those whose vices and corruptions ravished from Ireland everything which his talent and integrity had obtained for her? "Why send his countrymen on a foreign pilgrimage, to worship the shrine of their canonized benefactor? Were not the cathedrals of Ireland worthy to be honoured by his urn,or the youths of Erin to be animated by knowing that they possessed his ashes? Can it be gratifying to the feelings of his countrymen to pay the sexton of a British abbey a mercenary shilling for permission even to see the gravestone of your parent?* "You were deceived by the blandishments of our mortal enemy: he knew that political idolatry has great power, and excites great influence in nations. The shrine of a patriot has * I was myself once refused even admittance into Westminster Abbey, wherein his ashes rest!--the sexton affirming that the proper hour was past! often proved to be the standard of liberty; and it was therefore good policy in a British statesman to suppress our excitements :—the bust of Rousseau is immortalized on the continent- the tradition of Grattan only will remain to his compatriots. "He lived the life-he died the death-but he does not sleep in the tomb of an Irish patriot! England has taken away our constitution, and even the relics of its founder are retained through the duplicity of his enemy. “You have now my sentiments on the matter, and by frankly expressing them, I have done my duty to you, to myself, and my country. "Your ever affectionate and sincere friend, "JONAH BARRINGTON." HIGH LIFE IN NEWGATE. Lord Aldborough quizzes the Lord Chancellor-Voted a libeller by the House of Peers-His spirited conductSentenced to imprisonment in Newgate by the Court of King's Bench-Memoirs of Mr. Knaresborough-His extraordinary trial-Sentenced to death, but transported-Escapes from Botany Bay, returns to England, and is committed to Newgate, where he seduces Lady Aldborough's attendant— Prizes in the lottery-Miss Barton dies in misery. LORD ALDBOROUGH was an arrogant and ostentatious man; but these failings were nearly redeemed by his firmness and gallantry in his memorable collision with Lord Chancellor Clare. Lord Aldborough, who had built a most tasteful and handsome house immediately at the northern extremity of Dublin, had an equity suit with Mr. Beresford, a nephew of Lord Clare, as to certain lots of ground close to his Lordship's new mansion, which, among other conveniences, had a chapel on one wing and a theatre on the other, stretching away from the centre in a chaste style of ornamental architecture. The cause was in Chancery, and was not protracted very long. Lord Aldborough was defeated with full costs: his pride, his purse, and his mansion, must all suffer, and meddling with either of these was sufficient to rouse his Lordship's spleen. He appealed, therefore, to the House of Peers, where, in due season, the cause came on for hearing, and where the Chancellor himself presided. The lay lords did not much care to interfere in the matter; and, without loss of time, Lord Clare of the House of Peers confirmed the decree of Lord Clare of the Court of Chancery, with full costs against the appellant. Lord Aldborough had now no redress but to write at the Lord Chancellor; and without delay he fell to composing a book against Lord Clare and the system of appellant jurisdiction, stating that it was totally an abuse of justice to be obliged to appeal to a prejudiced man against his own prejudices, and particularly so in the present instance, Lord Clare being notorious as an unforgiving Chancellor to those who vexed him, and no Lords attending to hear the cause, or if they did, not being much wiser for the hearing-it being the province of a counsel to puzzle not to inform noblemen. Lord Aldborough, in his book, humorously enough stated an occurrence that had happened to himself when travelling in Holland. His Lordship was going to Amsterdam on one of the canals in a trekschuit-the captain or skipper of which, being a great rogue, extorted from his Lordship, for his passage, much more than he had a lawful right to claim. My Lord expostulated with the skipper in vain: the fellow grew rude; his Lordship persisted; the skipper got more abusive. At length Lord Aldborough told him he would, on landing, immediately go to the proper tribunals and get redress from the judge. The skipper cursed him as an impudent milord, and desired him to do his worst, snapping his tarry finger-posts in his Lordship's face. Lord Aldborough paid the demand, and, on landing, went to the legal officer to know when the court of justice would sit. He was answered, at nine next morning. Having no doubt of ample redress, he did not choose to put the skipper on his guard by mentioning his intentions. Next morning he went to court and began to tell his story to the judge, who sat with his broad-brimmed hat on, in great state, to hear causes of that nature. His Lordship fancied he had seen the man before, nor was he long in doubt! for ere he had half finished, the judge, in a voice like thunder (but which his Lordship immediately recognised, for it was that of the identical skipper!) decided against him with full costs, and ordered him out of court, His Lordship, how |