The Irish fever has a little abated, and the delirium
exhibits an access of folly rather than furor. To realize his three million of Repeaters and their shillings, Mr. O'CONNELL resorts no longer to the appalling—like the contemplated slaughter of three hundred Mallow ladies by PEEL and WELLINGTON, but to the alluring. He announces the approach to some new agitation : wait till he gets the three millions, and then see what he will do. More specific baits are also held out as the fruits of Repeal : the Irish JACK Cann promises his followers a store of good things—cheap tea and sugar, cheap tobacco ; county-charges paid for them out of the general revenues; hospitals and the sick and destitute supported out of the Church revenues; and " fixity of tenure "—that is, leases of twenty-one years, compulsorily renewable except on pay- ment of a fine under the name of compensation for improvements, and a maximum of rent fixed by law ! Few persons would have ventured, anywhere, to utter such folly in these days of "march of intellect" and " useful knowledge" : but Mr. O'CONNELL has ascertained by repeated trials what Irish public meetings will bear ; and, apparently, the diffusion of usefel knowledge has not extended to the sister island ; for the public meetings don't laugh unless Mr. O'Coxissm. gives them leave. No wonder he does not like to show his face in England just now.
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