FROM THE IN THREE VOLUMES. CONTENTS OF VOL. I. THE QUEEN'S UNIVERSITY IN IRELAND. THE TENANT LEAGUE v. COMMON SENSE. GOVERNMENT PATRONAGE AT HOME AND ABROAD. THE PAST AND PRESENT OF IRELAND. WILLIAM B. KELLY, 8, GRAFTON STREET. 1857. ADVERTISEMENT. IN issuing the present selection from the IRISH QUARTERLY REVIEW, the Publisher begs to state that the First Series contains that portion of the Journal, commencing with the second number, and ending with the twelfth; embracing among many other interesting articles, those papers illustrative of "The History of the Streets of Dublin, by J. T. GILBERT, ESQ., M.R.I.A." He has been induced to make the present selection of the Numbers, in consequence of many persons wishing to avail themselves of the earlier portion of this periodical. 8, Grafton-street, Dublin, 1857. 62629 THE IRISH QUARTERLY REVIEW. No. II.-JUNE, 1851. ART. I. THE CELT AND THE SAXON. 1. England as she is, Political, Social, and Industrial, in the Middle of the Nineteenth Century. By William Johnston, Esq., Barristerat-Law. 2 vols. 8vo. London: John Murray, 1851. 2. The Saxon in Ireland; or the Rambles of an Englishman in Search of a Settlement in the West of Ireland. London: John Murray, 1851. 1 vol. post 8vo. We were steaming from Bristol to Waterford one day in the past summer, and finding the quarter-deck very dignified, but very stupid, we moved forward amongst the poorer class of passengers, and there, amongst a crowd of soldiers, pig-jobbers, and returned paupers, we soon discovered an humble acquaintance, one Tim Flannery. He was a dealer in pigs, and had been in Bristol for the purpose of disposing of his stock. He told us, that after he had sold all, he resolved to pay a visit to an old friend living in London, and bearing the euphonious cognomen of Corny Shea. "Corny an' I, sir," said he, "wor gorsoons together; an' poor enough we wor faith; but some people's never aisy, an' so Corny wint to London thirty years ago, without as much money in his pocket as id physic a snipe, an' by the fair dint of pushin', and pinchin', an' scrapin', I'm tould he's worth now fifty-thousand pound. He has an iligant house at Bayswather, an' the finest of aitin' an' drinkin'. But, be dad, the money didn't spile his heart any way, for he was very glad entirely to see myself, an' was askin' VOL I.-NO. II. M |