"I cannot express to you the gratification at the kind and warm reception I have met with on this day of my landing amongst my Irish subjects. I am obliged to you, _very much_ obliged to you; I am _particularly_ obliged by your escorting me to my _very_ door. I may not be able to express my feelings as I wish. I have travelled far; _that is_, I have made a long _sea voyage_; I have sailed down the English Channel, and sailed up the Irish Channel; and I have _landed_ from a _steam boat_; besides which, _particular circumstances_ have occurred, known to you all, of which it is BETTER, at present, _not to speak_ (alluding to the queen's sudden death) upon these subjects. I leave it to your DELICATE and _generous hearts_ to APPRECIATE MY FEELINGS! However, I can assure you that THIS IS THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE! I have long wished to visit you; my heart has always been IRISH!! From the day it first beat, I have loved Ireland. This day has shewn me, that I am beloved by my Irish subjects. _Rank, station, honours, are nothing_; but to _feel_ that I _live_ in the hearts of my _Irish subjects_ is, to me, the most _exalted happiness_! "I must now, once more, thank you for your kindness, and bid you farewell. Go and do by me as I shall do by you; drink my health in a _bumper_; and I shall drink all your's in a bumper of good _Irish whiskey_!!!" Who that reads this address will not acknowledge his majesty's genius for speaking was equal to his talents for ruling? Shades of Fox, Grattan, and Sheridan, what a display of eloquence was here, delivered, too, by the "most polished man in Europe!" We may easily account for the rapturous admiration which the Irish people evinced for their monarch! Naturally eloquent themselves, they knew how to appreciate the energy and beauty of what a _king_ addressed to their taste and understanding. When he assured them, in the _most elegant_ and _lofty_ language, that "his heart was _entirely Irish_," and that, in proof of the sincerity of his royal professions, he would "drink all their healths in a bumper of good Irish whiskey," they felt, with its superiority, the exhilirating stimulant of kingly declamation, and yielded to all the ecstacy that forms so prominent a characteristic of their sensations. The declaration of a _British_ king, that his heart was _wholly Irish_ was a kindness as highly strained, with respect to them, as disheartening to the feelings of all his other subjects. Great as was our _admiration_ of the _nobleness_, both in matter and style, of this oratorical display, we scarcely were able, for a time, to reconcile our startled judgment to the perfect equity of this _sudden_ partiality for a people who had never before experienced any mighty favours from the same quarter. But our error, we frankly confess, was the child of our stupidity: we