The Irish " Nationalists," i.e. readers of the Nation, have
held a mass meeting in Dublin, and talked treason with im- punity, in order to prove beyond question that they are en- slaved. The meeting exulted in the American outrage, gloried in the heroes of Ireland, and appointed, without leave, a committee to consider at some future time what the meeting precisely meant. Three days after, the Orangemen met in the same place to welcome Mr. Whalley, who de- nounced Irish Catholics, talked of the loyalty of his party, condemned the Whigs for Ultramontane appointments, re- fused his confidence to Lord Derby, and was hailed by volleys of Kentish fire. Both meetings indicate the gradual improvement of Ireland. Twenty years ago the fools who call themselves Nationalists would have broken all the windows in Dublin, and the bights who call themselves Orangemen would. have had their heads broken by the mob. This year, all alike went home placidly to their wives, their whisky, and the public contempt they have so richly earned. Irishmen still "hate one another for conciliation," but they have ceased to " bate one another for the love of God."
