that checks it.
The man with five pounds in his pocket starts to spend it in England;
make it _ten_, and he goes to Paris; _fifteen_, and he's up the Rhine;
_twenty_, and Constantinople is not far enough for him! Whereas, if
the sum of his wealth had been a matter of shillings, he'd have been
satisfied with a trip to Kingstown, a chop at Jude's, a place in the
pit, and a penny to the repeal fund; all of which would redound to his
patriotism, and the "prosperity of Ireland."

The same line of argument applies to every feature of expense. If we
patronise "Irish manufacture," it is because we cannot afford English.
If we like Dublin society, it is upon the same principle; and, in
fact, the cheap pleasures of home, form the sheet-anchor of our
patriotism, and we are only "guardian angels," because "we haven't a
tester."

Away then with any flimsy endeavours to introduce English capital or
Scotch industry. Let us persevere in our present habits of mutual
dislike, attack, and recrimination; let us interfere with the projects
of English civilisation, and forward, by every means in our power, the
enlightened doctrines of popery, and the patriotic pastime of
parson-shooting, for even in sporting we dispense with a "game
license;" let no influx of wealth offer to us the seduction of
quitting home, and never let us feel with our national poet that
"Ireland is a beautiful country to live out of."

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A NUT FOR "GRAND DUKES."

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God help me but I have always looked upon a "grand duke" pretty much
in the same light that I have regarded the "Great Lama," that is to
say, a very singular and curious object of worship in its native
country. How any thing totally destitute of sovereign attributes could
ever be an idol, either for religious or political adoration, is
somewhat singular, and after much pains and reflections on the
subject, I came to the opinion, that German princes were valued by
their subjects pretty much on the principle the Indians select their
idols, and knowing men admire thorough-bred Scotch terriers--viz., not
their beauty.

Of all the cant this most canting age abounds in, nothing is more
repulsive and disgusting than the absurd laudation which travellers
pour forth concerning these people, by the very ludicrous blunder of
comparing a foreign aristocracy with our own. Now, what is a German
grand duke? Picture to yourself a very corpulent, moustached, and
befrogged individ