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of malice, ceded " Lord Brougham," (why not Lord Nugent?) the Post this morning "rejoices to hear that the health of this distinguished man is reestablished—a restoration which we feel assured will be hailed with satisfaction both by his opponents and friends." Very likely : we shall see when the Parliament meets again.
" You will be glad to hear that Lord Brougham has, I may say entirely, re- covered from his late severe illness. I say glad,. because, Conservative as you are, you must admire his genius and talents. It is pretty generally understood amongst his friends—indeed it is made no secret—that his dissatisfaction with the proceedings of the Ministers has increased, is increasing, and is not likely to be diminished. Their giving the last appointment of Factory Commissioner to an individual whose only claim to it was his virulent and personal articles every evening upon Brougham, is too barefaced a thing to be overlooked by any man, much less by one who knows that these very men, who have paid this handsome price for bunting him down, owe their situations almost entirely to his exertions."
It is not often that we can vouch for the sayings of distinguished men like Lord BROUGHAM : but it happens that, on this occasion, we are enabled to assert, that the story which " some person unknown" has palmed upon the Post, cannot be true, sinless Lord BROUGHAM deals in double revelations of his oracular mind, declaring one thing to this man, the opposite to that. Lord BROUGHAM, we know, did de- dare his perfect satisfaction at the appointment of Mr. STUART as a Factory Commissioner,—first, we presume, because his Lordship knew Mr. STUART to be exceedingly well qualified fur the duties of that or even of a higher office ; secondly, because no man knew better what claims Mr. STUART had upon the Whig party—if such claims are ever to be regarded—for very effective, and, to the individual, unprofit- able services, at a time when the prospect of a Whig Government seemed one of the most remote of human contingencies. Those who desire a plainer index to the meaning of the paragraph in the Post, may per- haps find it in a somewhat lengthy but curious correspondence, pub- lished in to-day's Courier.
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