Can it be supposed that the loss of office, that the ten years' hunger for the loaves and fishes endured by the Tory party, has disciplined them into a wiser humanity? Can it be believed that they have arrived at a more comprehensive grasp of intellect--that they are ennobled by a loftier consideration of the social rights of man--that they are gifted with a more stirring sympathy for the wants that, in the present iniquitous system of society, reduce him to little less than pining idiotcy, or madden him to what the statutes call crime, and what judges, sleek as their ermine, preach upon as rebellion to the government--the government that, in fact, having stung starvation into treason, takes to itself the loftiest praise for refusing the hangman--a task--for appeasing _Justice_ with simple transportation? Already the Tories have declared themselves. In the flush of anticipated success, PEEL at the Tamworth election denounced the French Revolution that escorted Charles the Tenth--with his foolish head still upon his shoulders--out of France, as the "triumph of might over right." It was the right--the divine right of Charles--(the sacred _ampoule_, yet dropping with the heavenly oil brought by the mystic dove for Clovis, had bestowed the privilege)--to gag the mouth of man; to scourge a nation with decrees, begot by bigot tyranny upon folly--to reduce a people into uncomplaining slavery. Such was his right: and the burst of indignation, the irresistible assertion of the native dignity of man, that shivered the throne of Charles like glass, was a felonious might--a rebellious, treasonous potency--the very wickedness of strength. Such is the opinion of Conservative PEEL! Such the old Tory faith of the child of Toryism! Since the Tamworth speech--since the scourging of Sir ROBERT by the French press--PEEL has essayed a small philanthropic oration. He has endeavoured to paint--and certainly in the most delicate water-colours--the horrors of war. The premier makes his speech to the nations with the palm-branch in his hand--with the olive around his brow. He has applied arithmetic to war, and finds it expensive. He would therefore induce France to disarm, that by reductions at home he may not be compelled to risk what would certainly jerk him out of the premiership--the imposition of new taxes. He may then keep his Corn Laws--he may then securely enjoy his sliding scale. Such are the hopes that dictate the intimation to disarm. It is sweet to prevent war; and, oh! far sweeter still to keep out the Wigs!