16 APRIL 1842, Page 15

THE MODERN TROY.

TILE Times, in its researches into contemporary history, has dis- covered a tremendous plot, in which this country is engaged with- out knowing it ; a plot for the destruction of the United States, first brought to light by an American paper- " Let us promptly prepare for the worst,' says the New York Sun, with terrific vehemence, expressed by capital letters. America will have ceased to exist as an independent nation if she does not levy taxes, vote supplies, strengthen the navy, reorganize the militia'—and, we shall venture to add, pay or acknowledge her debts. The Rubicon is crossed, and our Transatlantic brethren are preparing to spout forth the blood of husbands and fathers, and the tears of widows and orphans. It has been discovered that the last war was only half fought out, and the truce upon the main point of the right of search 18 over. 'Within six months,' continues the Yankee Demosthenes, 'hostile fleets may be hovering on our coast ; indeed they are doing so already. These royal mail-steamers from the West Indies are nothing but war-ships in disguise. They are built for the purpose of being turned into war-ships; we should not be surprised to learn that their armament was already concealed on board. They sail along our coast and stop at our principal seaports, under pre- tence of being mail. carriers. Idle subterfuge I There are no mails for them to carry. They cannot make money enough at that business to pay for the coals they burn. We tell our people honestly and in all sincerity, that they will yet find these West India mail-steamers mere TROJAN HORSES. When the proper time arrives, they will discharge broadsides instead of mails, and deliver shot and shells instead of letters.'

"Can any thing exceed the patriotism, the sagacity, the eloquence of this appeal to the terrors of the readers of the New York Sun? The Sinon of this hideous plot is perhaps already on his way to the Capitol : his pretended credentials will only serve to introduce the enemy into the heart of the coun- try; and on the first signal, the modern Trojan horses will pour forth destruc- tion on the whole Republic.

"it has been ascertained by one of our French contemporaries, that the right of succession of the Prince of Wales to the throne of England is for- feited by the circumstance of his having been baptized by a Dissenting minis- tar: by whom is meant, we presume, the Archbishop of Canterbury. A Ger- man ,journalist is watching with intense solicitude the progress of English travellers in the East, and anticipating the speedy subjugation of Asia Minor and Egypt by Mr. Charles Fellowes and Sir Gardner Wilkinson ; but the de- tection of the mail-bag plot is due exclusively to the penetration of the Ame- ricans. No one will henceforth open a letter from England without proper precautions. Each delivery will be accompanied by a broadside. The packet- contractors are the enemies of the human race ; for they have combined the most consummate deceit with the most overwhelming force. Fortunately the New York Sun has found them out ; and it appeals to the God of Battles with great solemnity, exhorting the nation to prepare for the worst: the last extre- mity is come."

Little has Mr. CUNARD been taken for the Epees of this multi- farious stratagem, " ipse doli fabricator." However, the thin is now clear as noon-day: the month-urn korrenthan, engines and all— the steam-boat vice the horse, glides into the port : Jack tars and their sweethearts snatch the rope that is flung ashore- " Pueri cirellm innuptaque puellae

Sacra cannot, [a Virgilianism for swearing,] funemque menu con- tingere gaudent. Ills subit, mediseque minans illabitur urbi.

0 patria, 0 Dive= damns, Ilium, et inclyta hello Mcenia Dardaniduan I quater ipso in limine porta Substitit, atque utero sonitum quater arma dedere."

And the prophet speaks, the New York Sun vaticinates- " Tune etiam fatis aperit Cassandra futuris Ora, Dei jussu non unquam credits Teucris."

The parallel is affectingly true : one already sees ASHBURTONS and M‘Nens and DBE ws, the heroes of the ten years' war and the Ulysses of the feint, gliding down the rope of the steamer. But the Times has made one mistake in the parallel : Sinon cannot now be on his way, because that astute gentleman went before. He must be in the United States already ; and we hereby point him out to Priam, that is to Mr. TYLER. Two illustrious Greeks are wan- dering about the Union for some mysterious purpose Mr. CusaLas DICKENS and Lord MORPETH: one of these must be the subdolous Sinon. DICKENS affects to have gone in search of an international copyright for the Pickwick Papers; but who knows what project he may have been instructed in, to negotiate the admission of Mr. M'QuEEN's as well as Mr. CUNARD'S and the Liverpool and Bristol steamers ? Still he hath an incumbrance which we read not of in Sinon's history—a wife. Now MORPETH, like Sinon, is a bachelor : MORPETH, sacrificed in Yorkshire and Dublin, may exclaim with Sinon-

" Heu, qua nunc tellus, (inquit,) qua me requora possimt Adcipere 1"

This circumstantial evidence is incontestible : MORPETH is the Sinon. " Quis talia fando temperet a lachrytnis ? " New Troy is doomed!