upon a metaphor, it may readily be traced to some association with his scientific pursuits. But, with this rare exception, Mr. Joy may be accounted an unadorned speaker. His chief merit consists in his talent for elucidation and for sneering. He is, indeed, so sensible of his genius for mockery, that he puts it into use wherever the least opportunity is afforded for its display. When it is his object to cover a man with disgrace, he lavishes encomium with a tone and look that render his envenomed praises more deadly than the fiercest invective. He deals in incessant irony, and sets off his virulent panegyric with a smile of such baleful derision as to furnish a model to a painter for Goëthe's Metempsyphiles. In cross-examination he employs this formidable faculty with singular effect. Here he shews high excellence. He contemplates the witness with the suppressed delight of an inquisitor, who calmly surveys his victim before he has him on the wheel. He does not drag him to the torture with a ferocious precipitation, and throw him at once into his torments, but with a slow and blandishing suavity tempts and allures him on, and invites him to the point at which he knows that the means of infliction lie in wait. He offers him a soft and downy bed in which the rack is concealed, and when he is laid upon it, even then he does not put out all his resources of agony at once. He affects to caress the victim whom he torments, and it is only after he has brought the whole machinery of torture into action, that his purpose is perfectly revealed; and even then, and when he is in the fullest triumph of excruciation, he retains his seeming and systematic gentleness; he affects to wonder at the pain which he applies, and while he is pouring molten lead into the wound, pretends to think it balm. The habitual irony which Mr. Joy is accustomed to put into such efficient practice, has given an expression to his face which is peculiarly Sardonic. Whatever mutations his countenance undergoes, are but varied modifications of a sneer. It exhibits in every aspect a phasis of disdain. Plunket's face sins a little in this regard, but its expression is less contemptuous than harsh. There is in it more of the acidity of ill humour than of the bitterness of scorn. His pride appears to result rather from the sense of his own endowments, than from any depreciating reference to those of other men. But the mockery of Mr. Joy is connected with all the odium of comparison: Et les deux bras croisés, du haut de son esprit, Il écoute en pitié tout ce que chacun dit. The features upon which this perpetual derision is inlaid, are of a peculiar cast-they are rough-hewn and unclassical, and dispersed over a square and rectangular visage, without symmetry or arrangement. His mouth is cut broadly, and directly from one jaw to the other, and has neither richness nor curve. There are in his cheeks two deep cavities, which in his younger days might have possibly passed for dimples, hollowed out in the midst of yellow flesh. Here it is that ridicule seems to have chosen her perpetual residence, for I do not remember to have seen her give way to any more kindly or gentle sentiment. His nose is broad at the root; its nostrils are distended, and it terminates in an ascending point: but it is too short for a profile, and lies in a side view almost concealed in the folds of parchment by which it is encompassed. The eyes are dark, bright, and intellectual, but the lids are shrivelled and pursed up in such a manner, and seemingly by an act of will, as to leave but a small space between their contracted rims for the gleams of vision that are permitted to escape. They seem to insinuate that it is not worth their while to be open, in order to survey the insignificant object on which they may chance to light. The forehead is thoughtful and high, but from the posture of the head, which is thrown back and generally aside, it appropriately surmounts this singular assemblage of features, and lends an important contribution to the Sardonic effect of the whole. His deportment is in keeping with his physiognomy. If the reader will suggest to his imagination the figure of a Mandarin receiving Lord Amherst at the palace at Pekin, and with contemptuous courtesy proposing to his Lordship the ceremony of the Ko-tou, he will form a pretty accurate notion of the bearing, the manners, and the hue of his Majesty's Solicitor-general for Ireland: He is extremely polite, but his politeness is as Chinese as his look, and appears to be dictated rather by a sense of what he owes to himself, than by any deference to the person who has the misfortune to be its object. And yet with all this assumption of dignity, Mr. Joy is not precisely dignified. He is in a perpetual effort to sus tain his consequence, and arms himself against the least invasion upon his title to respect. Of its legitimacy, however, he does not appear to be completely satisfied. He seems a spy upon his own importance, and keeps watch over the sacred treasure with a most earnest and unremitting vigilance. Accordingly he is for ever busy with himself. There is nothing abstract and meditative in his aspect, nor does his mind ever wander beyond the immediate localities that surround him. There is no speculation in his eye;" an intense consciousness pervades all that he says and does. I never yet saw him lost in reverie. When disengaged from his professional occupations, he stands in the Hall with the same collected manner which he bore in the discharge of his duties to his client, and with his thoughts fastened to the spot. While others are pacing with rapidity along the flags which have worn out so many hopes, Joy remains in stationary stateliness, peering with a side-long look at the peristrephic panorama that revolves around him. The whole, however, of what is going on is referred to his own individuality; self is the axis of the little world about him, and while he appears scarcely conscious of the presence of a single person in all the crowd by which he is encompassed, he is in reality noting down the slightest glance that may be connected with himself. 66 There is something so artificial in the demeanour of Mr. Joy, and especially in the authoritativeness which he assumes with the official silk in which he attires his person, that his external appearance gives but little indication of his character. His dispositions are much more commendable than a disciple of Lavater would be inclined to surmise. I suspect that his hauteur is worn from a conviction that the vulgar are most inclined to reverence the man by whom they are most strenuously despised. Upon a view of Mr. Joy, it would be imagined that he would not prove either a very humane or patient judge; but it is quite otherwise, and those who have had an opportunity of observing him in a judicial capacity upon circuit, concur in the desire that he should be permanently placed in a situation for which he has already displayed in its transitory occupation so many conspicuous qualities. It is not im possible, however, that his promotion may be retarded for some time. Lord Norbury, at eighty-six, has as little notion of resigning as if he were in the vigour of life; and Mr.Joy has a daily opportunity of seeing him gallop to court on a highly mettled horse with an alertness and activity which are not a little contrasted with his own slow and slouching gait. It is true that the government has long been anxious for the retirement of his Lordship. This desire is not very consistent upon their part, as he is in point of intellect and acquirement, as well qualified for the discharge of the public duty, as he was at the period of his original elevation to the Bench. There are those indeed who think that his Lordship's powers give symptoms of the apoplexy, but whatever be the case, it is certain that his friend Mr. Gerahty will not follow the example of Gil Blas, nor warn him of the decay of his judicial faculties. It is therefore not improbable, that Mr. Joy, may upon his way to court, continue for some time to endure the jocular salutation of the Yorick of the Bench, and to hearken to the tantalizing clatter of his horse's hoofs, which are considered to have a peculiarly disagreeable effect upon the ears of the Solicitor-general. In the interval, I doubt not that he may be elected a member of the House of Commons, and represent the city of Dublin. The Roman Catholics are beginning to apprehend that the ambition of Master Ellis may not be preposterous enough to induce him to extend to their body the continued benefits of his opposition, and that they will lose the advantages of his hostility in parliament. When by the operation of a recent act, he will have been deprived of that ubiquity, by which he now contrives to discharge his official functions in Dublin, and to command the applause of listening senates at Westminster, it is likely that the learned Master may, in some lucid interval, relinquish the unprofitable honour of representing the corporation. In that event, his constituents will probably seek for consolation in the constitutional devotedness of Mr. Joy. They cannot indeed expect to meet in him that felicitous conjunction of attributes, which have rendered Master Ellis not only the becoming medium of their sentiments, but the still more appropriate emblem of their minds. They possess, in that learned gentleman, not only a vehicle, but a type. In habits, and in manners-in knowledge, in eloquence, and integrity, so fortunate a conformity has been established between them, that they may despair to "look upon his like again.” Yet Mr. Joy is an unqualified supporter of the doctrine of exclusive emolument, by way of retaliation for the antiquated tenet of exclusive salvation; and for the earnestness of his antipathy to the Popish multitude, the corporators of Dublin will probably excuse those wide dissimilarities in temper and in intellect, which will leave him, whenever he is returned for the city of Dublin, at a long interval from the distinguished senator, from whom, although he may be next to him, he must always continue distant; and of whose genius, liberality, and public virtue, Doctor Duigenan himself was only a precursor, and gave but an intimation of a more glorious and perfect coming. SPANISH PATRIOTS' SONG. BY T. CAMPBELL. How rings each sparkling Spanish brand, To the glorious revelry, Of rights for which our swords outspring, Shake the Spanish blade, and sing Shall yonder rag, the Bourbon's flag, In Spain the proud, be Freedom's shroud? Follow, follow, Follow to the fight, and sing Ever, ever, ever. Thrice welcome hero of the hilt! If the laurel'd tricolor No, ere they quell our valour's veins, Shake the Spanish blade, and sing SONG. WITHDRAW not yet those lips and fingers, Whose touch to mine is rapture's spell; Life's joy for us a moment lingers, And death seems in the word-farewell. The hour that bids us part and go, It sounds not yet, oh! no, no, no. Time, whilst I gaze upon thy sweetness, THE NEW CABRIOLETS.-A HAND-BILL. Ar a time like the present, when economy is imperiously required in all branches of expenditure, public or private, the Speculator in the new hackney cabriolets feels himself called upon by a sense of duty to a candid and enlightened community, to state the circumstances under which his invention originated, and the various public advantages which, he presumes to imagine, will render it successful. On a bleak morning, at the commencement of March last, the Speculator, while in the act of devouring a calves-foot jelly at the confectioner's in Leicester-fields, beheld a young gentleman, dressed in the very extreme of modern ton, walk on the tips of his toes, across the square, diagonally towards the Haymarket, and enter a hackney-coach, which, from its capacious bulk, seemed to have been the property of some deceased alderman, and which was drawn by a pair of enormous black long-tailed horses. The young gentleman was not much larger in the waist than a wasp. "A lady's fan" might have "brained him," (or, more strictly speaking, might have cracked his skull), and a lady's pair of scissors might have clipped him in twain. The whole weight of the stripling could barely have reached fifty pounds avoirdupois. Struck by the absurdity of employing such a vehicle, and a couple of such quadrupeds, to convey such a biped, the Speculator walked ruminating through Cranbourne-alley-(he begs pardon of the purlicu) Cranbourne-passage: and while crossing the street opposite Hamlet the jeweller's, was, through inattention, nearly run over by a baker's cart. It is extraordinary from what apparently unimportant sources the greatest discoveries frequently flow. The conjoint ideas of hackney-coach and baker's-cart suggested to the Speculator the notion of a hackney cabriolet. Any gentleman who has travelled from the Champs Elysées to Versailles, during the spouting of the waterworks, (and what English gentleman has not?) must have observed a vehicle of that description, drawn by a single horse, in the interior of which an assortment of men, women, and children, to the number of twenty at the least, has been securely stowed. Now if twice ten natives of Paris can trot safely in that species of conveyance to Versailles, the Speculator puts it to any gentleman conversant in mathematical calculation, with what a dead certainty (the speculator means a live one) a London-built cabriolet may travel with three people, namely, the driver and two passengers, from Cheapside to Greenwich fair. The price charged by the Speculator being only two-thirds of that demanded by the drivers of hackney-coaches, it follows that a shilling fare of the latter is, by the scheme of the former, diminished to eightpence: a two shilling fare to one shilling and fourpence, and so on in |