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New Zealand Tablet, Volume XVII, Issue 47, 14 March 1890, Page 22

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Kennedy, of any fraud or crime, or anything of the kind. The charge was only a technical defiince of the law." This, we fear, i 9 an unlucky confession for Mr. Ronan. It gives the lie direct to the oft-repeated statement of his master, the brave Mr. Balfour, that Coercion victims are "ordinary criminals " convicted of " ordinary crimes," and it completely disqualifies Mr. Ronan from the noble object of his ambition to sit as a Removable Magistrate, with a salary, small, indeed, but certain.

We regret to say that not all the outrages reported from Woodford are a 9 bogus as the infernal machine. Some little while ago there was a paragraph in the Daily Express in which was reported, with ill-concealed triumph, the malicious burning of a certain quantity of the hay of Messrs. Patrick Keiry and John Roche of Woodford. The incident, as might be expected, produced unrestrained and universal Indignation in the neighbourhood. That it is the work of the emergency brigade, or of somtf secret and treacherous sympathiser with the emergency brigade and the Most Noble exterminator is, of course, beyond question. Messrs. Rocbe and Keary have rendered invaluable services to the cause of the tenants — no men in Ireland greater. Mr. Roche has been sent to prison under the Coercion Acts more times than we should care to count, and has been brought to the very threshold of death's door by the treatment he received. Such men are the very salt of the rural population of Ireland. These two are the mainstay of the people's combination on the Clanricarde estate, and consequently the objects of the malice of the people's enemies, public or secret. Tbe police, as might be expected, who swarm in the district to " guard " the Emergencymen, cm find no clue to the perpetrator of the outnge. But we may hope the cowardly culprits will be discovered without their valuable assistance.

The Daily Express contains an interesting announcement that " Mr. Dudgeon, who had so successfully planted the Coolgreany and the Massereene estates with derelict tenants is about to repeat tbe operation on the Curras estate." On this estate, it will be remembered, the settlement between landlord and tenant was suddenly broken off after it had been actually agreed to. The break through occurred, curiously enough, on the occasion of a visit to tbe estate by Mr. Goschen, whose son is brother-in-law of the landlord. Mr. Dudgeon is now about to plant it, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer's coin will be forthcoming, we take it, in any required quantity for manuring purposes. But we humbly suggest to Mr. Dudgeon that the task is beneath hia genius and reputation. Tipperary, the property of the head centre of the syndicate, has the first claim on his attention. His noble soul, like Alexander's, pants for nen worlds to conquer. He has already so "successfully planted two estates," now is his tima to plant a town. To change the metaphor from military to theatrical : tbe derelict land plantation farce on the Massareene estate and the Coolgreany estate is about played out since Mr. Gray gave the public a peep behind the scenes. The public are dead sick of the stage properties, white grass and rotten sheep, and of the stock company of insolvent Kmergencymen, paupers, and convicts masquerading in the castclothes of insolvent farmers. But if he will transfer himself and his stock company to Tipperary and proceed to plant them there, we think we can promise him a very lively entertainment while it lasts.

However one may differ from the party who are known as the "loyal minority "in this country — especially in Dublin— it is impossible to withold from them a tear of sympathy over the figure they cut through their representatives in the Dublin Corporation. Unionist orators have made assembly balls shake, like the marbles of Fronto, with declama'ions of their culture, their genius, their enlightenment, and their wealth. Wealth the party have, and have had, heaven knows for how many decades and centuries. But of the culture and enlightenment the less said in the halls of Dublin Corporation the better. The scene enacted there on Monday, January 6, when a reckless enemy of the Queen's English named Dobson proprosed a resolution inviting the Queen to come to Dublin to open the new museum buildings, was the richest natural farce that ever was improvised. Dogberry could not write himself down an ass by any means with as genial a grace as did Mr. Dobson ; and when the Jubilee Knight, Sir Henry Cochrane, yot on his legs, aDd tackled his octogenarian rival in royal honours, Sir George Owens, aad Mr. Rubert Sexton threw hid loyal scissors into the scale, the performance became absolutely irresistible. Lmghter had to hold both his sides while these privileged loyalists disputed aboui the number of times each of them had been privileged to write his honoured name ie the Queen's private album ; but the palm must be given to the genial Dobson. Had Charlt.B Dickens lived to see that eminent upholsterer nanate his negotiation with his brother loyalists in the Corporation over the motiorj, he would certainly have added a new character to his long list of amiab'e worthies. Probably when Mr. Toole reads the report in the Dublin papers he will fasten upon the humour of the thing, and at once get a play written to suit the performance. It was a cruel piece of irony on ihe part of the Nationalists to ask the late Lord Mayor to turn the proposal of tbe " loyahbt9 " into ridicule. They might have been allowed to play havoc with the Queen's English, and show tbe noble fraternity of Jubilee knighthood in their own peculiar way without any opposition save from their own side. But all's well that ends well. The country ought to be grateful for the little impromptu exhibition of the fibre of the superior genus which has the privihge of the Queen's private album.

An amusing anecdote, which, sajsthe London correspondent of the Western, Mail, I b^ve every r^asou fir believing to be true, comes to me concerning Mr. Jus ije Matthe.v, of the Qu^ea'd Beach Division A proft ssional seller ot painted sparrows came up to Sir. James Matthew om day in the ne ghbouibood of the Strand, and, showing him one of his bird', at-ked the learned judge's opinion as to what species it might belong, bn. James stopped, carefully examined the gaudy tittle creature, and then refilled that he had no' seen a bird exactly like this one before, but, judging from the old proverb that " birds of a feather flock together," he should say that it was a gaolbird. The vendor waited for no further particulars, but instantly shuffled away.