Policy may have rendered it unadvisable to sing Mr. T.
D. Sullivan's "Dirty Little England" at public meetings in Ireland, but every now and then the Irish Press gives us some delightful example of the "Union of Hearts." Here is an extract from the Dublin Evening Herald of January 23rd, quoted in Notes from Ireland:—' The ugliest Irishman whom the Almighty ever afflicted with an exceptionally ill-favoured face would look fair as an angel when contrasted with the swinish, tun-bellied, heavy-jowled bipeds whom one en- counters in English towns,—their bestial, carnal nature im- pressing itself upon every feature, and with all the traces of vice and degradation stamped upon them." This seems to show that, when we are told by Nationalist rhetoricians, that the democracy of Ireland and the democracy of England are brethren, we are to take it in Douglas Jerrold's sense,— " We are all brethren,—yes, all Coins and Abels."
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