At first blush, nothing would seem more easy to accomplish than this.
A very cursory glance at Mr. O'Connell's speeches will convince any one
that a land more favourably endowed by nature, or blessed with a finer
peasantry, never existed: with features of picturesque beauty dividing
the attention of the traveller, with the fertility of the soil; and,
in fact, presenting such a panorama of loveliness, peace, plenty, and
tranquillity, that a very natural doubt might occur to Sir Robert Peel's
mind in recommending this excursion to her majesty, lest the charms of
such an Arcadia should supersede the more homely attractions of England,
and “our ladye the queene” preferring the lodge in the Phoenix to the
ancient towers of Windsor, fix her residence amongst us, and thus at
once repeal the Union.
It were difficult to say if some vision of this kind did not float
across the exalted imagination of the illustrious Daniel, amid that
shower of fortune's favours such a visit would inevitably bring
down--baronetcies, knighthood deputy-lieutenancies would rain upon the
land, and a general epidemic of feasting and festivity raise every heart
in the island, and nearly break Father Mathew's.
If the Scotch be warm in their attachment, our affections stand at a
white heat; if they be enthusiastic, we can go clean mad; and for that
one bepraised individual who boasted he would never wash the hand which
had the honour to touch that of the queen, we could produce a round ten
thousand whose loyalty, looking both ways, would enable them, under such
circumstances, to claim superiority, as they had never washed theirs
since the hour of their birth.
Notwithstanding all these elements of hospitality, a more mature
consideration of the question would show how very difficult it would
be to compete successfully with the visit to Scotland. Clanship, the
remains of feudalism, and historical associations, whose dark colours
have been brought out into glowing brightness under the magic pencil
of Scott--national costume and national customs--the wild sports of the
wilder regions--all conspired to give a peculiar interest to this
royal progress; and from the lordly Baron of Breadalbane to the kilted
Highlander upon the hills, there was something of ancient splendour
and by-gone homeliness mixed up together that may well have evoked the
exclamation of our queen, who, standing on the terrace at Drummond, and
gazing on the scent below her, uttered--“How grand!”
Now, unfortunately in many, if not in all these advantages, we have no
participation. Clanship is unknown amongst us,--only one Irishman has a
tail, and even that is as ragged an appendage as need be. Our national
costume is nakedness; and of our national customs, we may answer as the
sailor did, who, being asked what he had to say in his defence against
a charge of stealing a quadrant, sagely replied--“Your worship, it's a
damn'd ugly business, and the less that's said about it the better.”
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