incomparable speech of Brougham's, that took him more than six hours in the delivery!-there's a man for you!” "Yes, he's certainly a man of wonderful abilities;—but I think, notwithstanding, we are rather indebted to Mr. Peel for this speech; though Mr. Brougham merits the thanks of the public, most assuredly, for so powerfully aiding and assisting towards the completion of a work of such national importance." 66 Well, think as you please, my dear Cousin. I can only say that female politicians have mighty queer notions sometimes. So do let me recommend you to amuse yourself a little with the fashions and the fashionables in the Morning Post." 66 Very well, give it me then-but 'twas impossible to read while the man was clattering about the cups and saucers, and poking the fire out. He hasn't left a spark, I declare!" "Never mind, fair Cousin, you'll find plenty among the fashionables!'' "Is that intended for something new, Mr. Classic? It partakes of the wit displayed on the tongue and brains of a calf's head, at all events.” NUMBER XXXIII. ON BULLS, AND THE MISAPPLICATION OF WORDS. Ridicule has greater pow'r To reform the world than sour. I may storm and rage in vain; Sets your thoughts upon their mettle; Never lets your mind elope. "LONDON Fashions, from Ackerman's Repository, much the same as last month. Bonnets a l'ombrage, trimmed with couleurs de l'Aarc en ciel. As to the general remarks on dress, they are too ridiculous. So interwoven with technical terms and abstruse phrases, that they are totally incomprehensible to every one but a professor of the modish arts; so I may as well pass them over,"-murmured Philomatha. "His Majesty, with his usual consideration for his loving subjects, has requested that the ladies who mean to attend the Drawing Room on Thursday, will appear entirely in British manufactures." "The disturbances at Manchester are, in some measure, subsided; and most of the rioters have returned peaceably to their employers." "We have recently seen a most beautiful specimen of the great improvement made in English Leghorn bonnets."-Provincial Gazette. "And sure now," says Paddy, "if an Englishman were born in Ireland, he'd just be after making as many blunders as any Irishman in the world, or any where else. Now I should very well like to know how an English can be a Leghorn bonnet, Mr. Editor? and whether cloth made in Belfast or in Scotland is one and the same thing? For I observed the other day that a Linen-draper in Oxford Street had notified, by a placard on his window,-ScoTCH IRISH SOLD HERE! Now this is mighty odd, thought I; and in Ireland, sure, we would never believe that Irish was Scotch, or that Scotch was Irish. But in England nobody seems to doubt it !" Do not some of our learned Senators commit a similar blunder in the misapplication of the word Catholic? This cannot proceed from want of knowing better, at all events; but custom has tolerated the use of the word in a very wrong sense; and, in all probability, it will creep into our dictionaries a few years hence, with quite a new meaning annexed to it. Neither Sheridan, Walker, nor Johnson, inform us that Catholic has in view but one particular sect; though, from the general acceptation of the word, many are led into that error; and others give into it with their eyes wide open, and in opposition to their clearer senses. These Lexicographers most decidedly aver, that the term Catholic means universal; and consequently relates to the whole body of Christians, and includes all its members, whether Greeks, Romans, Germans, Scotch, Irish, or English. Yet so generally is the word used to denote that sect which belongs exclusively to the church of Rome, that even Peers, as well as the Members of the Lower House, not excepting Bishops, Priests, and Deacons, injudiciously adopt the phrase, in debating what is called the CATHOLIC QUESTION; and incessantly recur to the Catholic Emancipation, the Catholic Claims, the Catholic Petitions, the Catholic tenets, &c. Even the press tolerates the usage of the term ; and it is no uncommon thing for the learned editors of pamphlets, newspapers, and magazines, to talk of Irish Roman Catholics, and English Roman Catholics, in allusion to the members of the Romish church. A flock of geese, or sheep, are generally observed to follow the same course; and yet, occasionally, one more sagacious than the rest, will wander from his dull companions and lead the way to better pasture. Shall animals then, that may be classed above the cackling or baaing tribe, for ever pace the same dull common track, without an effort to improve their way? These blundering bulls, for aught we know, may lead to mischiefs yet unseen. "Is it not one of the chief articles of your creed to believe in the Holy Catholic Church?" asks Mr. Legate in his anxiety to allure you to the Romish doctrines, "and do you not constantly pray for the good estate of the Catholic Church? and yet you will not declare yourself a Catholic." "A Catholic?-I would not be a Catholic for all the world"-ejaculated honest John Bull. " I hate the Catholics, and will never pray again for the Catholic Church as long as I live, or say that I believe in it more, if, as you declare, it only refers to the Popish Religion." Not that John Bull actually dislikes any individual because he is a Romanist, though he is apt to express himself so oddly; 'tis the profession, not the person, he objects to. He cannot endure the idea of encountering a Pope's bull, and I verily believe that all the bulls in the nation would be horrified and set up a roar at the approach of such a monster, though they do but laugh at an Irish bull, and occasionally imitate his natural propensity to set other bulls in a roar. "Well there's not much news in the paper, sure enough," said Philomatha, after scanning over a few paragraphs. "Nothing but accidents, murders, robberies, and atrocious attacks of every |