The dinner to Mr. O'Connell and Mr. Hutton, on Thursday week was a splend id affair. The price of tickets was a guinemand-a half, but five guineas were readily paid for them. Seven hundred gentlemen were at the dinner-table ; and in the boxes and gallery of the Theatre, where the entertainment was given, were about twelve hundred ladies. Lord Charlemont presided. Among the distinguished guests were Lords Fingall, Brubazon, Lismore, Oranmore, Cloncurry, and Roscommon. Mr. O'Connell was of course very " eloquent ;" and we give the commencement of his sperelei which was vociferously ap- plauded. To us it appears rather too Irish.
" My Lord, nothing can be more idle than to tell me that this is a reality. Oh ! no, no, it cannot he so. (Load cheers.) 1 was ill last week, and a dream has come over me—in tine, I have awoke in a fairy land. (Loud cheers.) Why, what belies. are those I see before me—fair and beautiful as they are? (Cheers.) Oh, no ; if it be a reality, it proves what • youthful poets fancy when they love.' (Cheers.) What ! tell me that Ireland is an impoverished and degraded land ! Oh, men of Ireland, is there among you an individual who would have the courage to avow in this assembly that such is the case ? If there be, let him here dare to say it, and I will tell him he rivals the bravery of the bravest, and at the same time he exceeds is depravity the most depraved. (Loud cheers.) My Lord, it is impossible but that justice must be done to Ire'and. (Loud cheers.) The Scotch poet, looking at the natural beauties of his native land (and I myself have seen with delight and stood upon the mountain of Gault, the object of his admiration) exclaimed- ' Where Is the coward who would net dare To tight roe sushi a land ? • Where is the man so depraved who would consent that justice should not be none to Ireland ? (Loud cheers.) Where is the man amongst you who would for a moment believe that her children arc among the degraded, and that she herself is an outcast among the nations ? ( Loud cheers.) My Lord, if I am awake, I have been guilty of prolixity. (Loud cheers.) My life to me is a vi- ion in itself. Insignificant as I have been—ungifted with talent—merely the son of a private country gentleman, myself possessing nothing which could re- commend me to notice—(Load cries of " No, no !")—I say yes, gentlemen. 4.canee to the bar with means only adequate for my support. I passed in a short time, no doubt, that ordeal which the briefless barrister has to encounter ; it did not last long with me. (Load sheers.) My country was the object of my dearest solicitude: indeed in that respect I had one quality, for I never suffered the weangs done my coontry to rosin silence. I bad a kind of perpetual fever of agitation about me which I could not resist. At one time, no doubt, I was sup- ported but by a very few persons. Oh, my Lord, this is a proud day for Ire- land."4 Cheers.)
Mr. Hutton seems to have made a sensible, business-like speech ; prudently leaving to his colleague the part of blarneying the audience.