Lord Carhampton, General Eustave, and Feris the attorney, in coun⚫ cil together, preparing man traps. The principal materials, bank notes and bibles, of which there are a great profufion, lie fcattered on a large table; his Lordship appears fpeaking to his engineer; Feris inftructing bim how to convert the money and use the bible to the best advantage, is done in a ftile of painting, quite in the Major Gusro, by Solomon The Major, and Emerfon the attorney, difputing about the bloodmoney for hanging Captain Ruffell. The Major s high tone, and the exorbitant divifion he claims, are confiderably diminished, by the appearance of a man introducing a pair of piftols by the way of adjustment. Sir Thomas J. Fitz. cutting an old man's head off, on the bridge of Gol den, to make the rebel tell the truth. is in point of execution equal to any in the Major s collection. Luke White, as High Sheriff of the connty of Dublin, difplaying his humanity to the ftate prifoners in Kilmainham goal, by perfuading them, with the additional eloquence of forty xed bayonets, that they would be better protected from the inclemency of the weather in folitary feclufion in their respective cells.— The indignation of the auditory, at the Sheriff's mander of explaining his friendship, is well pourtrayed, and the colouring excellent. The bookhawker himself, is made to appear a little confufed, at the language of one of the victims; and, to fave his feelings, appears anxious to fcreen himfelf in the middle of his armed afftants. As an election piece this would be invaluable. Whenever Luke is again a candidate for the county, we advife him to have it hung up in his tally-room; and the very leffon of loyalty it teaches, muft encrease his intereft in a great degree, with every elector attached to humanity and the conftitution. An Ancient Briton on a pair of filts, recounting the various love affairs performed under the authority of martial law in Ireland, and the numerous perquilites gathered by the fame great meafure. Vulgar language would term fuch military amufements rapes and robberies. The manly and amuling narrative appears to have an enchanting effect on a company of Welch peasants; but when the narrator comes to the fubfequent part of the history, when the gentlemen were piked by the laws of infurrection, the enthusiasm of a part of the crowd evince the most painful difappointment. The Hon. Denis Browne, after his rapid flight from Cattlebar, exchanging his uniform with a beggarman for the pauper's clothes, is an excellent piece; and the likeness of the trembling fenator well preferved. The beggarman's caution, while he puts on the harness, left he should be mistook for an officer and piked, is confiderably abated by his cuftomer's pocket book, which he receives in the bargain. The Major. inftructing Jemmy O'Brien in the bible exercile, piepafatory to the trial of Finney the tobacconift, is a good piece in the Hiftory of Evidence, and highly interefting to any perfon studying in this line of execution. Mr. Cooke making Lord Dillon rehearse his fpeech, to be made on the Union, and quarrelling with the peer for fome awkward expreffions, tending to spoil the effect, and confequently embarrals the meafure. Mr. Cooke Cooke appears highly exafperated at the dulloefs of his pupil, who in return apologizes, and attempts to reftore himself to favour. This mafterly production is unequalled in Senatorial Hiftory Pieces. The burning of the Hofpital of New Rofs, when full of wounded webels, is a good painting-it has been painted for a frontifpiece to the new hiftory of Orange Atrocities.The favage loyalty of the incendiaries is happily depicted; the agonizing faces of the wretches, through the windows, have the true vulgar characteristics of Popery and Rebellion. The painter is not happy in the flames: the fire of furze, (with which thefe Papifts were confumed), does not emit fo mellow a blaze as he gives in his piece-the blaze would be more topographic in the reprefentation of a "Hellor Connaught" conMagration in a coal country, fuch as upon Mr. Verner's eftate in Tyrone. The meeting of the two celebrated torturers, Claudius and Colonel Picton, is done upon the plan of the interview between Kotziufko and the Emperor Paul; meannefs and cruelty are well exhibited in the face of Claudius-Picton's figure we think is a copy of Jemmy O'Brien's perfon, with the head of Crawley. Claudius is drawn affixing a cat and nine-tails, and Picton prefents Claudius a very fimple but effective engine of torture, in a patent picket of his own invention. Heads of great Loyalifts, done in the manner of Holbeins' drawings of the great men in the Court of Henry the Eighth; it is by the great painter Solomon a Loyala. This is a most valuable piece; it is rather an outline than a finished drawing, but it is the work of a master. The variety of the loyal paffion or oftrum legale, as Judge Bladderchops calls it, is the ruling caft in the countenances. The order in which they hang in Sir Rubens's gallery is as follows, and they will be fold in that order by Mr. Cox: No. 1, Jemmy O'Brien; 2, Lord Clare: 3, The Major; 4, Sir Rubens Legboard; 5, Heppenftal, the Walking Gallows; 6, Lord Carhampton. Tom. Reynolds fweetening his mother's tea with faccarum faturni, or fugar of lead, is well painted.The tea things are too minutely draughted; Tom's looks indicate much filial affection and loyalty. Peppar, the one-handed robber in Newgate, receiving the Swaddling bounty from Mr. Latouche, for deferting his old Popifh colours and taking on in the new Methodist Levy to preach the word. The fleeve of Peppar's furtout is very expreffive of wanting its tenant. he old hardened felony of his countenance waxing into devotion upon touching the holy dollars, is a happy blending. This is a Mater's painting. Lord Wellington, receiving a deputation of ftarving informers and caft fpies, requefting hirs to bring in the Police Bill, or to make a new re bellion in favour of their poor perfecuted families. The rags and fqualls of the levee are very moving His Lordship appears very attentive, and impreffed with a fympathy for the men, who, like himfelf, had ferved and deferved well of their country. HORISH THE SWEEP's LETTER то MR. WALTER COX. MY DEAR SIR, In troth Ian greatly furprized, Mr. Cox, that you who pretend to be a man fuch as you ought to be, fhould go for to give a picture of me 1 in my misfortune, and then not to tell the truth, but to go and make game of me. Is it because I am a poor fweep that I am to be run down? but by my foul when matters firft came about, I was not a poor man, tilf I was robbed by the bloody thieves. You went to fay I was Lord Charlemont, and that I was flogged in Beresford's Riding Houfe for it; but I fay you lie, I was never Lord Charlemont, nor never wanted his houfe at Marino. What I was fogged for, was for nothing at all; they faid I was up, and what was that to them? how could they prove it? the man that fwore me in was dead a year before, and he was the very man that fwore in the Major himfelf into the bufinefs. Sure, if you went to tell the ftory, could not you tell it the way it was. Oh! by my foul, I heard that you and the Major was very great under-hand, and I don't know but Claudine and you are not much better. Do you know how I was used at all at all? but didn't I tell it to you myself?-and after all you went and told lies about the matter! Didn't I tell you how the matter was from beginning to end? Wasn't I fitting at the Widow Bergin's, in Pie Corner, one night, when they were playing hell and the devil about the town-when Lord Kingborough was at the Exchange, and Mafter John at the Riding-house, and the Attornies every where? and they were eating their fuppers every where, and carrying away the fine filver spoons, and putting pitch caps upon the people, and burning the chapels; and it was the very day that poor Doctor Efmond, God reft his foul was hanged, and by the fame token Counfellor B. was pear riding over myfelf near the gal lows, and, fays I, bad luck to your bloody Proteftant ugly face. This was the very day, and fays I to Bill 1 Byrne the Butcher, that was fitting quietly in the feat with me near the fire, fays I, Bill, did you hear how that lame fellow cut poor Glindon the butcher in pieces, and robbed him of a fheep that was hanging in the ftall, and faid that the twenty guineas that he had in his pocket was French gold, and that he'd turn it to a loyal ufe. This was the converfation, as I hope to hear Father Betagh next Sunday, and to be buried in Mullahedder with my mother's people. Upon this up leaps Jemmy O Brien out of the next feat, and bad luck to me if I ever seen him before or fince but the day he was hanged, and one day he was walking arm and arm with the Major.Says Jemmy, fays he, how dare you talk high treafon? Why, please your honour, Mr. O'Brien, as I was pleafed to call him, fays I, I am a government man; I fwept the Caftle chimnies, and most of the loyal Proteftant chimnies in Dublin, and will' your honour be pleafed to fit with us and take fhare of a pot? Get out you scoundrel, says the vagabond, I'll leave you where you ought to be.-He walked out, and in comes five or fix of the blood-hounds. The very first man was Serjeant Jackfon, who was hanged for robbing Nowlan in Francis-treet, and faid to poor Nowlan, he was taking his money to fupport the conftitution. The fécond man was ; the third was Crawley, and the fourth was fmockfaced Jemmy Armstrong, and the fifth was Callaghan the glazier. Gentlemen, fays I, take all I have, but fpare my life. It isn't as it is now, I had plenty of gold and filver, and I had eighteen beautiful golden guineas in a glove in my right breeches pocket; Jemmy put down his hand and he took it out, and he hit me flraight between the two looking eyes with the glove. They then dragged dragged me like a horfe's head to a bone-fire, and they abufed me. I didn't know where I was going till at laft they left me in the Ridinghoufe; and when I came in I faw four men a flogging, by fome gentlemen in fcarlet, and a great big ugly looking vagabond Black-Oh! blooda-nouns, fays . what are you bringing me here for? Says a man, that I never faw before to the best of my knowledge, (but I now know him, and fweep for him-it is John B. F-s,) ax my a- you bloody rafcal, how dare you prate I was hardly in, when a man died at the poft, and I was put in his place, and got about ten celps, when Claudius afked me to difcover. Yes I will, fays I, I will difcover every thing. Well, fays Claudius, who fwore you in? It was nobody, fays I. Then, fays Claudius to the bloody Blackamoor, fcelp away and, he gave me a great many flashes. Claudius then came up, and, fays he, Horifh, do you know any Popish priest a rebel, and wasn't it one of them swore you? Oh! blood-a-nouns, fays 1, Mafter John, death before dishonour; fure I'm acman born and chriften'd, and if I knew all the priests in Dublin to be honest men-do you think I'd be fuch a rafcal as to fay fo? Upon this Claudius told the big Black, this fellow owns that he's Papift; give him a hundred and fifty in honour of the Pope-and by my foul I got it in tafte, every flash. Some fay Jack himself did me till he was tired, but I was in a faint half the time, and may be he did, but I don't know whether he did or no all I know is, that I lay for three weeks upon the duft of the whippingfchool, and that hundreds were fcourged in the time. At laft they let me go, and I dont know how I got, out any more than how I got in, farther than what 1 telf you. But I a think, Mr. Cox, the matter is too ferious for you to make game of me; for a fweep is a man, and torturing a fweep is cruelty, and killing him is murder in England though it mayn't.. be here for Dr. B- --did one. of the best boys of mine that ever mounted a funnel, and he wasn't hanged for it, and he is not afhamed of it; but, Mr. Cox, a man may be a fweep, and it may be as bad an act to hurt his footy pelt as the foft fcrophulous chalky fkin of a mar, quis's nephew; and a few hours abfence of breath from the body, tho' it may make an effential difference before God, ill it makes the ac count of humanity equal between even a poor fweep and a rich banker, SI? LETTER FROM MAYNOOTH. As On Thursday last we had the bonour of a vifit from the on. Auguftus D-, fon of Lord, Viscount D, and he dined with us. his father had turned Protellant, we endeavoured to fhew him that we had no contempt for his fon on that account, and we endeavoured to treat him with every ceremony, but I affure you he feemed to feel our civi lity like duty; and while at dinner he entertained us with reflections on the Irish character, and abuse of the refractory fpirit of the Irish foldiery in Portugal. A fellow here that we call Abbe Baboon, a French fycophant and mean creature, got into a rapture at hearing the Irish reviled; and told him in broken jabber, dat de be not fo much refractory dan all de Irish boy at Maynoot. After he was done with abuse of the Irish character as a nation, and its foldiers, fycophancy of Abbe Baboon and another Frenchman, I think that if we entertain, the leafl we may expect is good manners; which I must fay we have not as yet to acknowledge from the holy Bishop of Narbonne's Nephew. I am Sir, &c. STUDENT. SIR FRANCIS BURDETT AND he introduced the Irish Magazine, which he said was the most rafcally production that ever difgraced a na tion, and that it ought to be burned by the hands of the common hang. man; this fentiment gave great de light to all the, Frenchmen and fome, of our Profeffors. Abbe Baboon theo rofe, and faid that he would propofe the health of a Erenchified Irishman, who was an honour to the Priellhopd, the Altar, and the Throne, that he faw a great family likeness, in the lovelinefs of his face MR. JOHN. C. BERESFORD. and the courtesy of his carriage, in the illuftrious character before him he would give, he faid, Mr. D.'s One of the English prints reports uncle, the Bishop of Narbonne. Mr that Mr. Beresford declared Sir F. D. thanked the company, and in a Burdett was a very fanguinary man. neat speech spoke of his, family, and This accufation of Mr. B.'s brings his uncle, and abused Bonaparte as an to our recollection a triteobfervation: uplart and blackguard, Now, Mr, that a certain defeription of manCox, this uncle of NTD was one kind expect, by proftrating exalted of the most abandoned debauchees virtue to their own level, they may in all France, who ufed to think as chance (in the degradation of chaIttle of violating all the appearance racter which their labours affift in acof chaflity as a county Wicklow complishing) to lofe, not only the igarmed Parfon. I am told the chief nominious mark which popular ingood think of Lord D.'s life is his dignation has affixed to their names, turning Proteftant, and paying every but that the atrocity of their crimes man he owes money to, like a true fhall become amalgamated by politiIrishman; and I think that his foncal defignation with all that can be thewed very little breeding by his found noble, upright, and difintereftmanner or conversation, We are ed in fociety. What Mr. Beresford's conftantly affailed at our table by the exertions have been in the caufe of interloping of faucy vifitants; and loyalty and humanity, we all know; our Prefident, Mr. Byrne, is fo much and as ingratitude is not amongst the the gentleman, that he invites them, manifold moral offences imputed to and bears with them at a great ex- the Irish People, they hold his wellpence of patience. One day we have doings in grateful recollection. We lome cut-throat Orange Squire to dine beg Sir Francis s forgiveness for inwith us another day, fome veto, troducing his name in the fame artideiitical, upitart, monied, new made, cle with Mr. Beresford; but we gentleman, Papift; another day, fome know his enlightened mind will alitinerant Frenchified English Priest; low, that the first elementary princi and all these treat us as underlings, ples of creation muft often come in and eternally offend us with the moft contact with its fouleft materials. ftudied effrontery; al which is en- We mean not to offend the feelings couraged by the paffive gentility of of every Patriot in the Imperial our Prefident, and the all unto-all Kingdom, by a comparison between Sir |