MT. Disraeli is going to Ireland. A la bonne heure
I There is an Irish legend that the Disraelis, coming from the Land of Israel, arrived in England, vici Venice and Dublin, where the uncommon, if not unique name is, it appears, to be found in the commercial directories of the last century, with prrenomens such as Benjamin, Solomon, and Abraham. Here is a hint for the Irish orators to lash their fanciful spirits upon. Perhaps Mr. Disraeli has as much right to be considered an Irishman, and therefore an Irish Premier, as Mr. Canning or Lord Palmerston, or even the Duke of Wellington. It is understood that, in honour of this happy occasion, ancient animosities are to be buried, and the right honourable gentleman is to be received like a prodigal son, if not with quite all the tearful tender- ness and gushing hero-worship bestowed upon George IV. fifty years ago. It is welL Mr. Disraeli's "historical con- science" will feel no qualms. The music of the "melancholy ocean" will attune his eloquence to tones not unworthy of the land where grow the groves of Blarney. If Mr. Gladstone's name should be hissed in his presence, he will reprove the not extraordinary ebullition of natural, and therefore Irish, feeling with the chaste dignity which belongs to him. He will be an Orangeman and a brother at Belfast, and yet not very far from an Ultramontane in Dublin. - He is right, at all events, to confront the Irish people. Much was lost through the weak-kneed counsels of Mr. Gladstone's Irish advisers, who did not urge his doing the same during the Recess after the Disestablishment.
