tried on Mr. Barham's late motion in the House of Commons, respecting Doctor Duigenan; on which occasion the Ministers sat mum-chance--and, as Mr. Lockhart pathetically deplored, "the debate turned all

on one side."

A learned Irish Doctor intimated, by signs and tokens, that silence must of necessity be a requisite in a Privy Counsellor, and therefore it became him to be mute, as one in a state of probation for that honoun. He was not, however, friendly to the general principle, as he considered silence a Popish-priest-like quality, and which reminded him of the impious and treasonable doctrine of confession.

The Chancellor of the Cheques, lawyer-like, quoted Mr. Pitt's gagging bills, and the punishment of the peine forte et dure, so often noticed in the old lawbooks. The latter, he admitted, cut against standing mute where a man was charged with heinous crimes. and offences; but that had ceased to be the law of the land, and had only been in use in Popish times, which all loyal subjects must abhor. It was very well known that there was such a thing as hush money, and for his own part he had moved the mum, cyder, and perry bill, with the happiest success. He had refused 3000l. to three millions of Catholics, which was at the rate of a farthing apiece; and it became him surely to be as sparing of words as of money; for when at the bar, he had learned that they were convertible into each other.

A tall spare figure presented itself, and confessed that Sir John Newport had complained of his running away, whenever he brought forward any charge against His Lordship. He had lately turned his mind to military affairs, and was now resolved to change his tactics. Instead of showing his rear, he would in future show his face, though it should present only a blank cartridge. He had read that the garrison of a besieged

besieged town, having taken off their jack-boots, and planted them upon the walls, the enemy, mistaking these leathern cannon for so many pieces of real artillery, raised the siege, and fled in a panic. He was confident, therefore, that if he and his friends drew themselves up in battle array upon the Treasury Bench, and made a great many wry faces, they should throw the Opposition ranks into confusion.

A Mr. Cunning, the principal orator among the deaf and dumb, then arose, and expatiated at large upon the eloquence of silence. He quoted the case of the famous picture, where the head of the father, at the sacrifice of his child, is covered with his robe, the painter conceiving that no expression of countenance could so strongly portray the grief of the parent.

A stranger observed, that the people of England were accustomed to hear excellent speeches, and to receive much information from their predecessors in the Asylum, and that dumb show must prove very unsatisfactory.

To this it was answered, that when a man could say nothing to the purpose, it was a proof of wisdom to hold his tongue; that my Lord Castlereagh, Mr. Perceval, &c. had very expressive countenances; and that the people of England and the Opposition might study Lavater's Physiognomy, if they wished to know the sentiments of Ministers.

YE

PAT'S PROGRESS.

[From the Oracle, May 19.]

E sons of the shamrock attend to my song,
When I sing of Pat D- -n, I cannot be long;
For in singing the tale of his age or his youth,
Not a word shall I say of his honour or truth.

Derry down, down, down, derry down.

Not

Not a word shall I say of his lineage or birth,
He
sprung from what all must return to-the earth;
His dad was determin'd to moisten his clay,
So he quitted the mass, that could give him no pay.

Derry down, &c. His mammy was vex'd thus the devil to cheat, And hoping hereafter they never might meet→→→ Whilst old Pat was made clerk in the church he profess'd, She turn'd to the mass as the road to be bless'd.

Derry down, &c.

Young Hopeful thus born, with his conscience at reṣt-
Free to choose the religion that paid him the best,
Tried to suck from his father, but missing his food,
Suck'd her faith with her milk, as both equally good.

Derry down, &c.

Full many a year she indulg'd the fond hope
That young Pat might be Priested, made Bishop, or Pope;
With milk, oatmeal, and praties, she fatten'd him well,
While with zeal he serv'd mass, and fought hard for the bell.
Derry down, &c.
The priest taught him Latin-but ventur'd at last
To talk of confession, repentance, and fast ;

The proposal to fast, turn'd short the young sinner
From a church and a creed that would give him no dinner.
Derry down, &c.

To Dublin he tramp'd, and he tried at the college,
He knew 't was the source of arts, learning, and knowledge;
But young Pat had been oft told the flattering tale,
That this source gave its sizers, beef, mutton, and ale.

Derry down, & C

The errors of Popery flash'd on his sight,
And convinc'd that the Protestant soup must be right,
The Pope, mass, and fasting, he left in the lurch,
And became a true son of our good Mother Church.

Derry down, &c.

Though the law may enact, that it won't take the word
Of a Protestant convert, without a record ;

Yet

Yet Pat Dn's certificate need not appear,
Where his practice and principles all are so clear.

Derry down, &c.

To the scholars and fellows he well may appeal,
They will vouch he ne'er fasted, but ate with due zeal;
And will tell the same story, wheir summon'd to prove
His benevolence, charity, meekness, and love.

Derry down, &es

Long time he fed well, and he studied right hard;
And conversion from error had met its reward;
But the devil grew jealous, temptation was tried,
Pat fell, and got tack'd to a Catholic bride.

Derry down, &er

To his practice and principles still he was true,
"Stead of one dish at dinner, he now beheld two ;
And his zeal against errors so false and absurd,
Increas'd with each surloin that smok'd on his board.

Derry down, &e

The wife of his bosom now went to her rest,
But the Doctor, well practis'd to feather his nest,
Thought the Protestant hunting of Catholics slack,
And conceiv'd the device of new blooding the pack.

Derry down, &c.

Thus the dæmon of interest urg'd his career,
While the fiend of ambition stuck close to his ear;
Christianity blush'd, while the fanatic: draws
Persecution's curs'd sword in the Protestant cause.

Derry down, &c.

He has question'd the truth, zeal, and honour of those Who stand firm to our cause, though surrounded by foes; And while bleeding for us, his intolerant yell

Sends five millions of Catholics headlong to h-!

Derry down, &c.

Then shame to the men, of whatever degrees,
Who should hope to rule Erin by councils like these !

And God, bless our good King, for full dearly we prize him,

But grant that Pat D

- may never advise him.

Derry down, &c.

LITTLE

LITTLE GENTRY.

From the Morning Chronicle, May 21.]

ARIOUS measures have lately been resorted to, in order to reduce mankind to some kind of order, and restore those ranks which of late years have been strangely confounded. The caterers for public amusements wish to draw a line of circumvallation around persons of distinction; and now our Military Secretary, in his Militia Bill, proposes a specific fine for those whom he is pleased to call "little gentry."

Every attempt at such classifications is to be conmended. Why should man be the only animal without the usual divisions of genera and species? and why should persons of distinction be perpetually elbowed by "little gentry," "low people," and "people whom nobody knows," merely because the low price of muslin, sarsnet, and straw-bonnets, enables them to forge an appearance of somebody which can scarcely be distinguished from the original ? ·

This classification becomes the more necessary at present. Certain places of amusement only can be protected from intrusion; but the theatres, the parks, and the exhibitions, are laid open to the "little" as well as the "great gentry." Even the scum is not excluded; and what contamination may not be expected from breathing the same air, and sharing the same perspiration, with persons who are more easily conceived than described !" A plan has, therefore, been meditated for inclosing the parks, by a new species of railing, to which we propose very soon to call the attention of our readers.