IRELAND.
The project-for the union of parties moves slowly, though it still makes some progress. It is said that Mr. John O'Connell again hesitates, and is not quite sure about acting on his last resolve to retire from political life. The -Repeal Association seems in more -doubt than before. On. Monday's this notice appeared on the doors of Conciliation Hall- " The Committee, deeming it advisable that further time should be given for collecting more fully the opinion of- the country -on the question as to the forma- tion of the proposed Irish-League, have agreed to adjourn the next meeting of the Repeal Association to -Monday the 10th day of July next." 'the Confederate Clubs of the districts from Sandymount on the East to Rathfarnan. on the West held-a meeting of delegates on Sunday, at Donny- brook Green, and passed resolutions in favour of arming and of joining the new League. SOme hundreds of delegates were present. A-large body of police- attended. As the meeting broke up, there was an attempt at marching in procession, under flags and leaders, and some skirmishing with the police. Next-day divers persons were brought before the -Magistrates for this: some of them were fined, and one was committed for trial.
The first number of the Irish Felon (the successor to John Mi
nu tchel's
United, Iriahman)- has- appeared, and contains a letter from Mr. Deein Reilly, of theold seditious stamp: The writer adopts Mr. Mitchel's -mode of a weekly letter tb the Lord-tieutenant ; interlarding his composition with such phrases as these-- ■ • An eminent diplomatist like your Lordship, a mild and equable chief gayer- nor, who can walk from that den of conspirators you call your Privy Council, with the blood of men marked out for slaughter clotting round your soul, into a philo- sophic reunion of bullock-feeders and men-starvers, and there talk blandly and glibly of the state of the country' • • * you wilfully devastate, might forget the truculent, base, and cowardly manner in which you have done into the slavery of the hulks in a distant island your mortal enemy and my immortal friend. * • • I will repeat your infamy, and make others repeat it, till the Irish winds that whistle round you by day, and the serpent conscience which coils you round by night, scowling on yon, shall alike hiss in your ears the one word, As- sassin.' • • • My Lord Assassin!' • • • your farrago about capital punishments, and blood-spilling, and the 'spirit of the age,' is really very naa- „ono; what then—you have governed the country' at last? Go to the waving fields of wheat, and you will find blades there, some on straw, of vegetable mat-. ter, others on ash poles, of shining steel,” &c.
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