ABSTRACT
Poor Ireland has been doctored almost to death, and then turned out to die like an old worn-out-horse, whose labour has fattened his master. Poor Pat has committed many grievous sins; but one can hardly believe they will all be visited on him alone. Naturally honest, confiding, and easily led, he has too often been the dupe of mere demagogues, who had their ends to serve by fleecing him for his special good; and repudiating the culture of the soil by their advice, what must follow but beggary and starvation? Who is to be scape-goat is not for me to say. Somewhere will fall a heavy vengeance.
