Success 10 Irland.
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The iron hoofof Eoglaud has too
long trodden her down. Thongh
contributing her blood on every we'll
fought field to establish the power Of
her oppressor, and shedding the lustrc
OF her glories, in floods of light. on
British literature, her shamrock, once
as green as the emerald itself. has
faded in the fatal embrace. Her
minstrel harp lies broken; Ter baro-
nial halls are deserted; tears stain the
checks Of her b!uc~eyed daughters.
and the noblest pcasanlry the world,
the gayest, the wittiest, the most
generous and gallant, stand drooping
and broken hearted over the lost
fortunes of their country. But tie
curtain will rise ere long, and WHO can
tell neither the next act ofthc drama
will be one glorious burst ofsunlight.
or scene of gloom aud blood? We
hear the voice of all oppressed nation
on every breeze; its low and solemn
tones fall upon the ear like the stormy
dlrge of the ocean, and soon may VIC
hear the gratulations of Gecmcn, re-
Jolclng in their answered prayers for
the repeal Of the Union, or the earth.
quake shout Of victory and indcpcn-
dence. The wild huzza that peaed
from the Irish lips, above the clash Of
steel, at Badajoz, and Waterloo. will
yet ring, like the fall Of a giants ar
NOR, throughout England-that Eng"
land formidable to a world, which is
now reeling under the Vulcan-lke
blows of her own reformcrs--her own
Cycloys that are forging thunders in
her very womb!