The debate on the Address in the Commons was intolerably
dull, no speaker of any eminence uttering a word. The mover of the Address, Sir H. Williamson, made the Speech a little more watery by his paraphrase ; and his seconder, Mr. Hanbury Tracy, actually ventured in the style of fifteen years ago to predict a time " when the horrors of war would cease, and the happiness and resources of all nations be proportionately in- creased,"—when in fact the lion would lie down with the lamb. The Irish members of course expressed their disgust at the idea that a good harvest could happen in Ireland, or that the Saxon could have anything to do with it if it had happened, and wanted the Prince of Wales ; and Sir Robert Peel indulged in the very ob- vious and excessively imprudent retort that if Ireland were what her members alleged her to be, to send the Prince there would be " condemning him to penal servitude." By Wednesday Mr. Scully had worked himself up to such a fever of indignation that he moved an amendment denying that Ireland was prosperous, and was beaten by 67 to 12. Can nothing teach these gentlemen that Irish grievances, however genuine, are not Scriptures to be preached in season and out of season ?
