" A WORD TO THE SLOTHS, GLUTTONS, AND WOLVES OF
IRELAND.
' " IRISH ARISTOCRATS !—YOU are, with few exceptions, a hard-hearted, inhuman tribe of monsters. This is generally admitted. In audacious villany you surpass your English fellow-aristocrats—and this is saying a great deal. You display all the brutal selfishness and disgusting insolence of the English magnificoes, without any of their very few good qualities. Some of you calmly look on at the misery of your fellow-countrymen, and the utmost of your exertions to relieve such misery (although created by yourselves) is to solicit the donations of us foreigners. You squeeze the last hard-earned penny from the hands of a wretched and famishing peasantry., and then, with the most impudent effrontery (with which the Devil could only provide you) you appeal to the tax-eaten people of this country to fill up the vacuum made by your ravenous vo- racity. You extort the means of subsistence from the laborious, suffer- ing multitude ; and, having, by your fiendish havoc, provoked famine and pestilence, you invite the British Public to provide and apply the re- medies. You griping, barefaced vultures, how much oftener do you think you will be able to play off this trick ? Never again. The real causes, and the efficient, permanent remedies, for the degraded condition of Ireland, are now known."
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