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ledge the reasonableness of the request, but we apprehend some difficulty in persuading the uninitiated into so moderate a concession. They will justly say, a night is a night, and a day cannot be any portion thereof. All quite true and logical--altogether too unanswerable, if we were not a barrister and an Irishman, who has had the privilege of bull-making from immemorial time. Not to argue the matter further, we accept the paternity of the bull. Let whoever will bring his action into the Court of Common Sense, and we shall undertake to plead a justification; but the jury must be de medietate, with a moiety of lawyers, and we fear not the result. There will, at least, be a disagreement. Well, then, we were in our old position at an early hour on Monday morning. The excitement was not so intense, but enough was manifested to prove the deep interest felt by all in the issue. The doom of the
spectacles-Mr. Henn studied the mysteries erate brethren of the bar will at once acknowof palmistry-Mr. Whiteside was of the same eloquent opinion. They were all old and cautious cock-sparrows, and would not take the limed twig. They knew Mr. Attorney quite as well as he them, and the sly judge laughed at the pushing of the pin on both sides. He complained in moving language of the cruelty to be inflicted, and interposed the touching question, "Will neither side assist me?" Not we, certainly, mutely intimated the flinty souls in opposition. The jury could expect no favor from our side, and Sunday being a day of repentance as well as prayer, perhaps their hearts might incline, in that solemn interval, to the side of justice and mercy. A lock up may be a benefit, it cannot produce greater injury. The jury were now called into court, the disagreeable communication made, that they must remain in the custody of the sheriff until nine o'clock on Monday, which to his lordship was very pain-" conspirators" was fixed, but a hope still ful, but such is the law, and that must be obeyed. Eight was the hour first named, at which Mr. Sheil stood horribly aghast, and Mr. Moore demurred ore tenus. The Attorney-General did not join in that demurrer, and the Court granted the additional hour. It was now close on one o'clock, and we made our escape from the heat and fatigue into the hall. The entire circle was one dense and compact mass of heads. With their faces all upturned, and lit indistinctly with the light of a few lamps, there was something peculiarly impressive in beholding such a multitude, on such an occasion, and at such an hour.Not long since it was the intoxication of joy, and now, when the real fact was ascertained, and their chief was convicted, all was despondency and despair. The signal had passed through the sleepless city, and as we emerged into the area expresses started in hot haste to all the adjacent towns. Thus ended an important section of our historical tor. Kilmainham was excellent, because it night, but it is not yet altogether closed.
lingered that his usual fortune would not desert their chief. He had so often baffled the law, and extricated himself from urgent peril, that it was believed the mysterious chapter might still contain some accidents to aid him in his present distress. It is surprising how men will hope when human ability appears utterly incapable to realize the wish. There was a soul-felt assurance still prevailing that Mr. O'Connell would not fall, and persons of intelligence believed that he bore about him a charmed life which was law proof. Not so did he himself conceive, for he rose on that day with the painful consciousness that he was to spend the night in a prison! We sat between light and darkness, the best illustration we can afford of opposite feelings. On our left was a desperate hostility to O'Connellon our right burning enthusiasm and devotion. Left was busied in canvassing the choice of a prison for the illustrious conspira
was covered by the Royal Barracks-NewBy one of those curious fictions of law gate the most agreeable, because it would afwhich are intelligible to professional, but al- ford the spectacle of multitudinous pilgrims together beyond the reach of ordinary reason, journeying to Green Street as to another Mecour courts usurp the privilege of Joshua, and ca or Benares; but for safety Carrickfergus keep the sun revolving round his centre for was preferred; and he had it on the indubian entire term-in other words, the term, for table authority of a friend of Lord R-n certain purposes, is considered but as a single that hammocks were already slung in that day. We, like the famous Arbitration Courts, fortress, and a deal table and chair allowed do not dispute or infringe the just preroga- for each prisoner, while the Fox frigate under tives of the Court, but we may be excused in Sir Henry Blackwood, and the Lynx brig the partial exercise of the privilege. All we commanded by Lieutenant Nott, had positive ask for our "Night," without which the events orders to weigh anchor from Scattery on the would be incomplete and unsatisfactory, is, to day before, and sail with all speed round the take the proceedings of Monday, being, as the coast, so as to be in the bay on the arrival of lawyers say, in pari materia, in connection Mr. O'Connell. This circumstantial account with the preceding Saturday. Our consid-was coloquintida to the right. My patriotic
neighbor laughed in the bitterness of his spirit at this ridiculous invention, and repeated the challenge of the Courier Français, " Will the Government dare imprison O'Connell ?" We joined the latter in his well-weighed incredulity about the two-legged stools and royal frigates. Another hour, however, will unfold all. There is yet another interval between the accused and fate. A less period has revolutionized an empire. Who can tell eman's destiny?
truly mortifying. He gloated at the prospect of gaol birds and remorseless turnkeys. His cry was to "get in," the wiser starling's was to " get out.' The Court are seated for the last time. Judge Crampton read over, for the benefit of his brothers, the proceedings of Saturday night, and entered into a minute disquisition on the duties of the jury in finding on the several issues. They, however, were very reluctant to return, and hoped that the verdict then handed down complied with Shortly before nine a thrilling cheer, which his lordship's injunctions in all necessary parcould spring from but one cause, if we ex-ticulars. It varied from their first verdict in cept the opening of the Irish parliament by omitting from the several counts the words her Majesty, announced the arrival of the" illegally and seditiously," as applicable to grand Conspirator, and he entered the court the repeal meetings, thus establishing their with his "bosom's lord," as he is wont to say, legality, but in all other respects there was sitting "lightly on his throne." Whenever no material difference. The Conspiracy was difficulties environ him, this is his favorite quo- the great question, and that was proven." 2tation. He was surrounded by a large "troop," On being discharged, they made the very raor if that be dangerous, "group" of friends tional application of payment for their arduand supporters. He looked-we cannot tellous services, to which the Attorney-General how he felt-brimfull of fun, and the story of said nothing. A barren compliment to their the bag of marbles seemed not altogether fidelity was all that the Court could give, and without foundation. The tale is this, and not that was cheerfully and deservedly given.— inapposite. We may narrate it, as their lord- The Lords of the Treasury ought to listen to ships are not yet in court. When the indict-their petition. men was found, an old friend came to con- Now the dreaded moment arrived-the cadole with Mr. O'Connell on the dismal fu-tastrophe to wind up so many stirring scenes ture which awaited him. He talked of ad--the judgment of the Court. The Chief sat vanced years and insinuated, in fact, the looking alternately at the Attorney-General old circle of decline, disease, and death. and Mr. O'Connell-but the latter had by far "This is but poor consolation you bring me," the greater portion of his scrutinizing glances. was the reply. "But compose your mind, After some moments of suspense, Judge and be as much at ease as I am. Did you Crampton began to play with his note-book, ever play at marbles? When I was a boy, I and look on all sides for his bag. The true was passionately fond of plumping in the ring. solution of this dramatic performance was, I was a capital hand, and won largely. The" Mr. Attorney-General, the Court are anxfruits of my success I treasured up in a bag,ious to know whether you press for sentence." to win additional successes, or compensate for Mr. Attorney was silent. At length the Chief future losses. No miser ever treasured up asked whether any thing further remained to his hoard more devoutly than I did that bag be done, to which Mr. Solicitor tranquilly reof marbles. It was stolen, and I grieved. plied, "No, my lord!" whereupon the Court Now believe me when I tell you that the loss was adjourned to the 15th of April. Whatof my marbles afflicted me more than any ever were the feelings of Mr. O'Connell, you punishment the government can inflict. I am might easily see that a heavy burthen was quite at ease on that point." He came into now removed from his mind. He was concourt prepared to hear the Attorney-General gratulated by his friends, and returned their address the Chief Justice. pledges with unaffected delight. He was free for two months more, and that was solid comfort, compared with the morning prospect of a prison. Many attributed this unexpected check to the desire of the Government not to which was sufficient to cast a gloom over a bear with undue severity on Mr. O'Connell more youthful heart than his, but he did not-to give him, in fact, a locus penitentiæ, and appear to fear it. He was more cheerful than afford him time to reflect on the perils which his friends. One only overflowed with ecsta-awaited him, should he continue in the old cy at the happy thought of immurement. It career. Others are of opinion that as the law was Tom Steele. Nothing could surpass his was vindicated by a conviction, their object exultation at the impending martyrdom. The was gained, and judgment was never intenddisappointment of a free condition was to himed to follow. The speeches of Mr. Smith
"I charge you by the law,
but it rarely, if at all, succeeds in catching those bolder and grander and more prominent features of the historical landscape which attract the calm eye of the distant observer. A work embodying a great national event, should be written at a long, and even a remote distance from the times to which it relates. On the other hand, the materials which are to supply the laboratory of the future historian, should be gathered and garnered up while the circumstances are still fresh on the memory, and before time has rubbed away the agreeable hues which confer on them all their value. They should be discol ored with no unfair bias, and as near as possible to the impartial; for absolute impartiality is a quality with whose possession we often flatter ourselves, but which is among those rare virtues more to be coveted than enjoyed. What men call impartial is, in truth, but a modification of the partial.
and Sir W. Follett in the debate on the state for an essay on the result of memorable transof Ireland, have uprooted the last, and judg- actions. A narrative of this kind may be ment still impends. The first may be among literally true and accurate in all the lesser the benevolent intentions with which Down- delineations of circumstances and characters, ing Street is paved, but there remains a less questionable reason, that the Crown could not press or the Court pass sentence. The Court had power by statute to fix a day for the trials, and if there had been a verdict within term, sentence would of course follow -but the Court not sitting in banc, their functions ceased with the verdict. What in contemplation of law is a trial? Does it or does it not include judgment? or does it terminate with the discharge of the jury? We are not disposed to argue that question now, for it falls not within our labors, but the seven wise heads representing the accused were, if the occasion offered. It was that which Mr. Henn was explaining to the attractive circle, and from the unanimous inclination of their brows, all seemed of the same opinion. Mr. Smith very prudently avoided the difficulty, and perhaps their lordships were not displeased at their fortunate release from immediate judgment. The convicted certainly are not When we read of some momentous transdispleased, and they stand indebted to a sub-action in bygone times, the first feeling which tle distinction of law for their freedom. If invariably occupies us, is regret in not being the law be a sword to strike, it is also a shield able to be better acquainted with the suborto protect. Cherish it, for it is good. dinate circumstances in which it originated. Such are the prominent incidents of our We are anxious that the particulars should "Night" with its legal incorporation. Many be more full and the actors more individualmore there were which might afford amuse-ized, and we blame the historian for the inment or interest, but they are not necessary completeness of his memorial in these reelements in our design, and therefore omit- spects. The cause of the defect is, that septed. Our fear is that we may appear to have arate acts of the drama, or incidents, in themintroduced too many whose minuteness we selves unimportant, absorbed their attention, have invested with too much importance, and and they paid no regard to the combined efexaggerated the little into the great. Some, fect of the whole, in which after times could too, may accuse us with coloring the entire find grandeur and interest. Local coloring with those suspicious hues which are ever at and that living characterization, which are to the service of the palette of the partisan. history what colors are to a painting, are the These objections demand a separate consid- inventions of later times. The innumerable eration, for we wish that our Night for memoirs, biographies, and anecdotical comHistory" should stand free from all unwor-pilations of French activity, have raised their thy motives or accusations. Our vindication, modern history to the first rank in Europe. we promise, shall be triumphant. In order Would it not add vastly to the interest with to effect this we must go a little deeper than which we peruse the history of the Reformathe surface, and speculate in a fashion of our tion, if it were enriched with more minute own, on the philosophy of history. There is particulars, such as Jonas gives of the closing one fault inseparable from the condition of a hours of Luther? Is not the same true of cotemporary writer who treats of matters Gregory the Great or Columbus-of Faust which have fallen under his immediate obser- or Roger Bacon-or the other extraordinary vation—and that is, that they are shaped ac-men, of whose lives we know nothing beyond cording to his own peculiar views, and under the incidents immediately connected with the pressure of his own particular opinions. Another is, that too many circumstances are either mitted or only cursorily noticed to invest his account with the interest of a full and faithful narrative, and also that too many are detailed and uselessly analyzed to let it pass
their discoveries? Viewing history in this light, we do aver that our labor has a true and positive use. We admit, in all candor, that we have dealt with details of a very minute description-we have perhaps lamented or rejoiced with exaggerated feelings over
occurrences devoid of any peculiar interest or ute which nature exacts from all-lesser or influence-perhaps, too, a large share of these larger, according to the moral feelings of him particulars may, in a few years hence, become to whom the good service is rendered. Monmatters of the utmost indifference, and the archs have been popular in proportion as they entire proceeding be regarded very different- dealt mildly and mercifully with the excesses ly from that in which it presents itself to us. of their subjects. Statesmen have been reAll this may be very possible-but our apolo-membered as great benefactors who advised is that we write not a philosophical histo- lenient courses. Acts of oblivion have done ry, or any history at all. We study no grand more to consolidate the powers of despots effect, in which only the broad outlines of than the most powerful armies. The hearts events are preserved, and the details left to be of the people are the solid and unshaken basis gathered from the nature of their results. of the throne. There it rests, not on piles or Ours aspires to no higher rank than a simple, quicksands, but on a foundation strong as the da unadorned narrative of the exact circumstan-earth itself. It is peace we want, and not es ces as they have happened, leaving to what- disorder-the tranquillizing of men's minds, ever writer may hereafter occupy himself with and not their fermentation-attachment, and the transaction, as an ingredient in the his- not alienation. "Better is a dry morsel and story of our times, to draw his own conclu- quietness than a house full of sacrifices with rasions. An humbler task it is, but not with- strife." We have been so often reminded by out utility-for what is the press without the some of the public writers in our own country grapes or olives?-to supply the material for of undue partiality to liberal opinions—“ a his alembic. They have engrossed public true bill," we confess-and as such exprese attention-they are identified with a struggle sion is inapposite, we yield to the reproof, and between two races which has been maintain- suffer events to pursue their destined march. ed for centuries, and when and where it will terminate we cannot foresee-they constitute at least an important chapter in Irish, without which English history cannot be written. Hence their value, as well as the necessity of instantly recording them, because from their minuteness, their memory might otherwise vanish in the interval which is to elapse before the issue of the contest, of which they formed a part, can be ascertained. may smile at the tedious particularity with which we have set down our recollections. What interest can there be in knowing how this counsel spoke, or that counsel sat-how Mr. Brewster winked or the Agitator laughed? Did such persons ever look at a well-painted landscape? How often does a single leaf give a tone and character to the entire, for truthfulness and natural effect? They may see very distinctly to the tips of their noses, but beyond that they have no vision.
"THE AUTHOR OF PELHAM."
LITTLE HATHENEUM CLUBB,
SIR-Me and the frequenters of this clubb (all of littary tastes) whishes to know which is the reel name of a sellabrated littary barronet and Son of the Mews, (has his translation of Sekillers poems hamply justifies) viz. is he
Sir Edward George Earl Lytton Bulwer? or
Sir Edward Lytton Earl Bulwer? or Sir Edward Lytton Earl George Bulwer? or Sir Edward Bulwer Earl Lytton George? or Sir Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton Bulwer Bulwer Earl? or vica versy, or quite the contry, or dubble yer all round, or which ways?
Has we're going to put up his bust (hover the Duch clock) in the clubb-room, we natrally whish the work of hart.
to have his tittles correct to be wrote under neath
Your obeadient servant and reglar reader,
The consequences of the verdict are still undeveloped. Within a few brief days all will be known. The fifteenth will bring good or evil fortune to the convicted, and all await the opening day of term with the old impatience still strong on their minds. Politics are banished from our quiet pages, unless where they are inseparably connected with circumstances which must be noticedand which, therefore, it becomes impossible to avoid. So far, however, we may trespass on this publicus ager as to hope that the government will not repudiate the only sound and safe policy open to them. There is no vir[For a reply to the above queries we refer our tue so generous as forgiveness. It is ever intelligent correspondent to Mr Grant of the Great present to the mind of the recipient-the trib- Metropolis.]-Charivari.
P. S. 1. We doant whish to be hansered in joax but seriatim in ernest. 2. Halso, wich do you consider the best and holdest hactor, Mr. Braham or Mr. Widdicomb? or is Mr. Charles Kean the best, and is tradgidy or commady his forte or his piano?
N. B. Philosophicle discusshn every Tuesday: me in the chair.
DECLARATION OF WAR BETWEEN TWO OF THE GREAT POWERS OF EUROPE.
From the New Monthly Magazine.
his absence, Zingarelli admitted without shame or compunction that he had given a holiday to his choristers-that he had locked up the music of the Te Deum-that he had purposely absented himself from his post!-He knew nothing about the King of the Romans-not he!-he ac
READER, did you ever hear the history of knowledged no king but Cæsar.-He was ChapZingarelli's journey to Paris? No. Then listen.
The name, if not the man, must be familiar to you, as the master of Bellini and Mercadante, and director of the Conservatorio at Naples; and as regards his musical works, those who will not plead guilty to having heard his glorious "Ombra Adorata" from the lips of Madame Catalani, thirty years ago, at least, need not be ashamed of the admiration it excited in their bosoms when performed more recently by the far more exquisite genius of Malibran. The "Romeo e Giulietta" of Zingarelli is one of the few operas belonging to the early years of the present century that retains possession of the stage.
Zingarelli was in the prime of life, and Chapel-master at the Duomo of Milan, when the death of that great master of harmony, Guglielmi, caused him to be elected to the grand mastership of his order,-and as first Chapel-master of the Vatican, the musician soon began to fancy himself endued with a portion of papal infallibility, and to fulminate his bulls against the heresies of the musical and all other worlds. While filling this important office, he composed some of the finest masses extant; and it is scarcely necessary to enlarge upon the beauty of his "Miserere, " without accompaniments, or his celebrated funeral mass for the obsequies of Louis de Medicis, the foreign minister at the court of Naples.
But while occupying the papal chair of the world of Harmony, Zingarelli not only
Bore like the Turk no brother near the throne,
but endured with some impatience that there should be other thrones and dominions to interfere with his authority. Italian to the heart's core, he could never persuade himself to regard Napoleon as other than a Corsican or half-breed; and on the birth of his son by the Austrian archduchess, the nomination of the heir of the empire as King of the Romans filled him with disgust and indignation. From that day Zingarelli threw down the gauntlet and declared war, single-handed, against Napoleon.
On occasion of the auspicious event of the birth of an heir, a Te Deum was sung in all the cities of the empire; and a notice preparatory to that effect having been issued by the Comte de Tournon, the prefect of Rome, the Sacred College and united clergy of the Holy See-cardinals, bishops, abbots, priests, deacons, sacristans-made their appearance duly in St. Peter's for the celebration of the solemn rite.
el-master of St. Peter's, to sing to the praise and glory of God, and not to the praise and glory of Napoleon!
To read these words now, makes little impression, for Waterloo has been fought, and St. Helena inflicted; and after being precipitated to the dust by Wellington, the early greatness and authority of Napoleon is "like the baseless fabric of a vision." But when the King of Rome was born to him, Napoleon Bonaparte was the most powerful potentate of modern times; and few, even of antiquity, instituted such complete autocracy. It was something, therefore, to fling a challenge in his teeth, and call him out in the face of Europe. No wonder that the cheeks of their eminences glowed with horror and indignation as they listened, even to the hue of the scarlet hats of cardinalship.
A report was of course duly forwarded to Paris of the recalcitrancy of the Chapel-master, and the shame and confusion to which it had given rise. Nor was so much as a water-carrier in Rome surprised when, at the close of three weeks, an order arrived to forward the offending musician to Paris, a close prisoner. According to the strict letter of his instructions, the prefect was entitled to throw him into a police-van, and deliver him from station to station, till he reached the French capital. But if Fouché did not know better, Monsieur de Tournon did! Aware of the Quixotic character with which he had to deal, and ascertain Zingarelli would proceed as straight to Paris if left on parole, as Regulus to Carthage, he advised him to step into the diligence, that he might answer for himself to the infuriated emperor; and for the future, dismiss his crotchets from his hand and stick to his quavers.
Arrived in Parts, Zingarelli took up his quar. ters, with cool self possession, in the house of his friend and brother musician, Grétry, signifying to Fouché that he had the honor to wait his orders; and every day did Grétry expect to see the gendarmes arrive at his door to possess themselves of the person of the culprit.
For a whole week however, not the slightest notice was taken. But on the eighth day arrives the almoner of Cardinal Fesch, with a purse containing three thousand francs in gold (120l ) for the travelling expenses of Zingarelli, and a courteous request that he will enjoy freely the various amusements of the capital.
Two months afterwards an equally courteous desire is intimated through the same channel, that he will devote his leisure to a composition of a mass for the chapel royal; and so Zingarelli, whose animosities were becoming a little subdued by the influence of the Parisian atmosphere, and the sight of the arts of peace flour
But when assembled,-where was the music? -The organs were there, but where the organist? Where the Maestro di Cappella ?ishing-in spite of his own and European warWhere Zingarelli ?-and the echoes of the Vatican answered in their most grumbling voices "WHERE?"
Cited before the Sacred College to answer for
fare-as they had never done in France since the time of Louis le Grand, or in Italy since the days of the Medici, sat so earnestly to work, that in six days his composition was achieved.