Mr. Sullivan, M.P. for Louth, has been prophecying in Dublin,
if we may trust the Times' correspondent's report of an address of his, as published on Wednesday. According to that report, Mr. Sullivan stated on Tuesday that England had been able to boast that she could discard compulsory service in the Army, and yet retain a high position among the Powers of Europe. But that was before famine and misgovernment had decimated the Irish race which filled her legions ; and now, for the first time since Napoleon died at St. Helena, a really great war was about to burst on England, and she looked around for the stalwart forms which used to flock on the Irish hill- sides, and she found them not. The British Government,— so says the report,—would now believe in a God, for they found that there was a Nemesis, for the destroyed and decimated Irish race could no more help them, even if they would, in their ex- tremity. There was to be a conscription in England, and every man must shoulder a gun, &e. All this may be prophecy, but it is not fact. No one has heard of all these things but Mr. Sullivan, and though he has succeeded as a speaker in the House of Commons, he will hardly succeed as a prophet. As the stalwart Irish race have ceased, according to Mr. Sullivan, to flock on the hill-sides, we would recommend Mr. Sullivan to make-up for their deficiencies by "flocking," as Lord Dun- dreary puts it, " all alone by himself in a corner," till the mood of prophecy has passed away, and then, perhaps, he might read a little history, and see whether the great war did take place before misgovernment prevailed in Ireland, or whether there were then about a thousand official crimes for every one that has been com- mitted since the Irish famine. Mr. Sullivan's tall-talk is about the veriest wind with which even Irish audiences were ever put off, by way of equivalent for a little truth.
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