CAPTAIN ROCK AND BARON LYNDHURST.
THE Times has taken to abuse Mr. MOORE, in revenge for his choice of the Chronicle for the vehicle of his satire on Lord LYNDHURST and other worthies of the Tory party. The attacks on Moose are sneakingly carried on under fake colours—in the letters of currespoudents,—an old triek of the Times. On Wed- nesday an epistle from "Captain RocK" to his Lieutenant" Tee RV ALT, Esquire," appeared in the Chronicle, with the following allu- sion to the famous pestetree in Lori LYNDHURST'S speech- " Oh Terry, my man, let this speech never die;
Through the regions of Rockland, like dame, let it fly ; Let each syllable datk the Law aacle utter'd Be all Tipperary's wild erhocs he mutter'd, 'Till nought shall be beard, over hill, dale, or flood.
But-4 You're aliens in language, in creed, and in blood.'" Whereupon the critic in the Times sneeringly observes, that the author of the verses is not Mr. Mortice, but a " silly scribbler ;" because, forsooth, " Mr. MOORE, the avowed biographer of Cap- tain RocK, represents his hero as proud of the term which this 'copper Captain' repels with such resentment." The pretended correspondent then quotes the followiug memorable lines from Captain Rock- . " As long as Ireland shall pretend,
Like sugar- loaf, turn, ii upside dawn, To stand upon its smaller end, So long shall live old Rock's renown.
As long as Popish spade and scythe &lull dig and cut the eassanaeli's tithe; And Popish purses pay the to! S On heaven's road, for Sassanagh souls; As long as Alillions shall kneel down To ask of Thousands for their own, While Thousands proudly torn away, And to the :Billions answer Si long the merry reign shall he Of Captain Rot k and his Family."
Now there is much exultation iii both the passages we have ex- tracted, but nothing like resentment. In the first, Captain Roca is delighted to lind that LYNDHURST is doing in England, what, he, the personification of riot and rebellion, is labouring at in Ireland,— sowing hatred, namely, between the English and Irish. In the second, he rejoices at the prospect of a "merry reign," to last as long as the Church Establishment. In both pieces, the feigned character is kept up consistently,and to the life. To call the Irish "aliens in language, religion, and blood," and treat them as such, is the best mede of securing the power of' Captain RocK; which would be put an end to by cordiality between the two races. Hence, like a shrewd, sensible, straightforward fellow, as he is, the Captain hails LYNDHURST 115 his fellow labourer.
It is not surprising that the Tories are galled by the constant reference to Lord LYNDHURST'S denunciation of the Irish people. The old Republican was too honest for them. He ought to have pretended brotherly love and affection for the Irish, and anxiety for their welfare, present and future, temporal and eternal. This is the cunt of the Orangemen, while they "keep their powder dry" in the hopes of another 1798. But LYNDHURST, to do him justice, Is no such hypocrite. He is as candid as Captain RocK, and dis- dains to talk sweetly to the wretch whom he is about to "stab under the fifth rib."
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