POSTSCRIPT.
SATURDAY NIGHT.
The ferment about the State trials continued in Dublin on Thursday ; but little that was new had transpired. That being the first day of term, the Court of Queen's Bench was opened. There is a growing talk, that some one connected with the Repeal Association has turned in- former, and put Government in possession of important secrets. His name appears to be generally known in Dublin, but the papers make a parade of withholding it.
Some reporters for Irish and London papers having been summoned as witnesses by the Crown, there has been a general meeting of the reporters in Dublin, to protest against being compelled to give evidence in Judicial proceedings, as calculated to compromise their neutrality, embarrass them in their vocation, and impair the public confidence in them.
The Repeal lyrics grow fiercer and fiercer; a poem appears in the Freeman of Thursday, headed "Millions, to the rescue!" and contain-
ing these lines— ...Up, up, to the rescue—the war-whoop resounds,
And your bras-eat are game for the Sassenach hounds ; Cp. to the rescue, and rally to save, Or ye boast not one drop 01 the blood of the brave.
" Old tyranny oft played the game with our sires. And they perished, alas! in rebellion's dread tires ; But your tactics are now to await the attack, And you scatter, for ever, the Sassenach pack.
• " Let the onset be theirs, and each forest and glen Shall rock at the rush of our warrior men."
In the Town-Council, on Thursday, there was another contest over the draft of the address to the Queen ; but it was carried, by 28 to 10.
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