Daily National Intelligencer

MR. GRATTAN

It is curious to observe the sudden change of opinion which has taken place amongst our vociferous Oppositionists— But a few days ago, Mr. Grattan was called an United Irishman, an Irish Demagogue, and an Irish Democrat, which last, in their Nomenclature, is the most odious of all names—Now, he is the elegant, the eloquent, the energetic Irish Orator! In short, we may hope that all the sins committed by the Irish nation since the days of Milesius, will be forgiven for the sake of the dereliction of Mr. Grattan!

With respect to this sudden change, we have seen too much of European politics within the last 25 years, to be at a loss to account for the cause of this unexpected metamorphosis—The Master of the English Treasury is the grand Magician, who works all these seeming miracles. His golden wand stretches its potent influence over every quarter of the globe except America.

We have already expressed our regret for Grattan's tergiversation—We did think he was one of the few political men of the present day who acted from principle, and above Ministerial corruption—we were confident, that he never would strike his colors to Lord Castlereagh—But we have been mistaken, and lament a circumstance which must weaken public confidence in public men.

Mr. Grattan, in his late speech has evinced the talents of an accomplished orator, making "the worse appear the better cause'—but, in the heat of his new creed he mistakes facts and advances falsehoods—Mr. Plunkett, his associate on this occasion, is a lawyer by profession, and a man of considerable abilities—but, at the trial of the unfortunate, and ever to be lamented Emmett. he early impressed a stain on his reputation, which all the waters of the Atlantic could not efface

In giving an account of the late debate in the British Parliament, the Editor of the London Courier speaks with a malignant joy on the defection of the Irish members—and so he might, for the defection of such a man as Grattan is no ordinary instance of human frailty— We could say much on this unpleasant subject if we had time and room, but we must be brief" Ireland, that Country for which God has done so much, and Man so little"" Ireland. the Country of genius, generosity, and courage," has long been the country of dissention and defection—cut up, and divided and subdivided by political jealousies, and by religious prejudices, and placed by its geographical situation near the rival powers of France and England, seems destined ever to be agitated by contending factions and opposing interests.