you have at every period made her commerce and manufactures slavishly subordinate to your own:  and yet the hatred which the Irish bear to you is the result of an original turbulence of character, and of a primitive, obdurate wildness, utterly incapable of civilisation.  The embroidered inanities and the sixth-form effusions of Mr. Canning are really not powerful enough to make me believe this; nor is there any authority on earth (always excepting the Dean of Christ Church) which could make it credible to me.  I am sick of Mr. Canning.  There is not a ‘ha’porth of bread to all this sugar and sack.’  I love not the cretaceous and incredible countenance of his colleague.  The only opinion in which I agree with these two gentlemen is that which they entertain of each other.  I am sure that the insolence of Mr. Pitt, and the unbalanced accounts of Melville, were far better than the perils of this new ignorance:—­

    Nonne fuit satius, tristes Amaryllidis iras
    Atque superba pati fastidia? nonne Menalcan? 
    Quamvis ille niger?

In the midst of the most profound peace, the secret articles of the Treaty of Tilsit, in which the destruction of Ireland is resolved upon, induce you to rob the Danes of their fleet.  After the expedition sailed comes the Treaty of Tilsit, containing no article, public or private, alluding to Ireland.  The state of the world, you tell me, justified us in doing this.  Just God! do we think only of the state of the world when there is an opportunity for robbery, for murder, and for plunder; and do we forget the state of the world when we are called upon to be wise, and good, and just?  Does the state of the world never remind us that we have four millions of subjects whose injuries we ought to atone for, and whose affections we ought to conciliate?  Does the state of the world never warn us to lay aside our infernal bigotry, and to arm every man who acknowledges a God, and can grasp a sword?  Did it never occur to this administration that they might virtuously get hold of a force ten times greater than the force of the Danish fleet?  Was there no other way of protecting Ireland but by bringing eternal shame upon Great Britain, and by making the earth a den of robbers?  See what the men whom you have supplanted would have done.  They would have rendered the invasion of Ireland impossible, by restoring to the Catholics their long-lost rights:  they would have acted in such a manner that the French would neither have wished for invasion nor dared to attempt it:  they would have increased the permanent strength of the country while they preserved its reputation unsullied.  Nothing of this kind your friends have done, because they are solemnly pledged to do nothing of this kind; because, to tolerate all religions, and to equalise civil rights to all sects, is to oppose some of the worst passions of our nature—­to plunder and to oppress is to gratify them all.  They wanted the huzzas of mobs, and they have for