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New Zealander, Volume 9, Issue 782, 12 October 1853, Page 4

The Late Duke.— We have had a good deal from the home journals in the shape of eulogy of the Duke of Wellington, but the laudatory feeling is not universal. The following amusing estimate of the “Iron Duke” is from the Galway Vindicator (West of Ireland). It was republished in the Times , and elicits a roar of indignation from the thunderer, who declares “ that no one will envy the feelings of the writer who could pen such language.” “The Irishman, Wellington, has gone after the Englishman Peel—the two of England arc out. Henceforth she will want—but we trust will not obtain—lrishmen to guide her armies and councils : she will he obliged to trust to her sons, who are destitute alike of the eloquence of Burke, and the courage of Wellington—stolid, stupid, swinish Englishmen. England is weeping over the coffin of an Irishman, who was loyal to Britain, though a traitor to his native country. That Irishman was the greatest commander that ever led the British armies to victory. He was eminently successful, and this because he had such legions as the Connaught Hangers to fight for England, whereas other commanders who marshalled in other days the hosts of Britain, were encountered in their great pitched battles by our brethren of the Irish Brigade. Were we still following the standards of France—were we still as of old shouting Faugh-a-ballaii under the bright emblazonry of the silken banners of hostile countries—were our exiled countrymen shouting and bleeding, as a hundred years ago, foremost and vociferous in the armies of the French Monarches when they pitched their tents beside the foaming Elbe and the rapid Iser—when they bivouacked m thegkns of the Alps, and bled upon the margins of the Pad us, what would have been the consequence ? The field of Waterloo might have been another Fontenoy. There was not an atom of chivalry about the Duke. He did what he was paid for, and he did it well : but he did nothing more. There was no heart in his fighting. He was the beau ideal of one of those Swiss commanders, who led their countrymen under the standard of the Dutch against the Hottentots or Carribs. He was in a word a Dugald Dalgatty, without the vain boasting of that hireling soldier’. He served a commercial people steadily, rigidly, soberly, regularly, just as a commercial people like to be served; it was such generals as Wellington—men of trading, quakerly turn of mind, without any of that nobility of character, without a single particle of that ennobling romance which extenuates the faults and endears the memory of the Godfreys of old, and the Murats of modern times—mtn like Wellington carried the banner of Carthage into the llanos of Spain ; such men as be were hired by the trading aristocracy of Venice to fight for that suspicious republic in Greece ; such men as he, dry andchillydiseiplinarinns, whom “fameunwillingly shines upon,” led the troops of the great “ Hans towns.” Men like Wellington, traffickers in war, are precisely the men whom a nation of shopkeepers are certain to evolve—a man who manages his troops well, but would evidently manage a counting-house better. Wellington

never laboured for a moment under the delusion that makes young and generous hearts consider the pomp, pride, and circumstance of war as something glorious and ennobling. He was no boiling enthusiast—he was cold, rigid, and calculating—in aword, —the Iron Duke. He devoted himself to the English service and they paid him with riches; but now that he is dead they cannot give him eloquent praise, for they are an ineloquent people. They hired him, an Irishman, to fight the French —they would require to hire another stranger—a Canning for instance —to pronounce an adequate funeral oration over his corpse—for the English boors can neither speak nor fight as more gifted nations do.

The California Plough.— Mr. G. A. Dabney, of this city, has lately invented a plough, which for neatness and durability has not an equal in the world. This may be saying considerable, but it is nevertheless so. Mr. Dabney has spent several years in trying to bring about a change in the ploughs not in use, and we feel confident he will now succeed. Of late years, there have been many improvements in ploughs, but none of the many will compare with this of Mr. Dabney’s. The value of this plough is that it has a shifting and sliding shear and point; the stock is so arranged that the plow can be shifted so as to run from one to ten inches. The whole plough isgoverncd by a pair of wheels, thereby saving the expense of one hand ; the wheels work upon a pivot while turning aroun. The plough is thrown out of the ground by a lever attached to the wheels. Mr. Dabneys intend taking it to San Francisco. — Santa Clara Register. Mines. —We have on several occasions drawn attention to the probability of the copper regions of North America being called upon to meet the increased demand for this metal, especially since the late advance of upwards of 100 per cent, in its price. Several associations have been lately formed with this view and we are now informed of the Nova Scotia Mining and Copper Smelting Company, which proposes to work thelarge coppermineson IndianPoint,intheßay ot Fundy, only nine days’ steam from England The capital is 500,000/. in 50,000 shares of 10/ each, with a deposit of 5 1, per share. Condit onal purchase of 20,000 acres, excessively rich in metal, has been concluded for 13,500 shares fully, and 20,000 half paid up leaving on the first call a capital of 82,500/., which it is believed will be sufficient for working the company without further calls. Surveys on a most extensive scale, and reports on the ores, have been obtained from Sir Charles Lyell, Dr. Ure, Mr. Adam Murray and other practical and scientific men. The report of Mr. Adam Murray is of the most extraordinary character, estimating the property at upwards of nine millions steling, with copper at GO/, per ton only,theprcsentprice being 140/. Iron ores are also reported to exist in great abundance; and the facilities of fuel, water-power, and ease of working, are especially great. The great Halifax and Quebec Railway, already surveyed, is also to pass through the district. A charter has been applied for, and if not obtained, application will be made for a colonial act, limiting the liability of the shareholders. —Daily Neics.

Sheep with Swelled Jaws. —“A Subscriber,” county Down, says—“ Several of my ewes and hoggets have got swelled jaws, and, when opened water comes out. Can you tell the cause, and cure for it I—Some of the hoggets have died,” It is to be regretted that you did not examine the interior of the hoggets that have died, and report on its appearance. There is a disease in sheep called strangles, resembling that in the horse, causing loss of appetite, or rather rendering it impossible for the animal to satisfy its appetite, thereby causing great debility, which seems similar to your cose. To lias ten suppuration, tlie jaw should be blistered as soon discovered ill, the tumour, as soon as ripe, opened, and the wound washed with diluted chloride of lime ; when it assumes a healthier appearance, it may be healed with tincture of aloes. If the animal be constipated, give a dose of from 3 to 4 ozs. Epsom salts, with a little ginger ; but not till after the action of the blister and the discharge of the matter collected. The animal should be supported by drenches of milk and gruel. —lrish Farmer's Gazette.

Nerves. —The most agreeable friends in the world may, by a judicious and persevering use of the facilities they enjoy, become eminently troublesome and unpleasant. Of all these friends we know of none more desirable in friendship, more terrible in enmity, than the one whose name we have prefixed to this article. We speak knowingly—He left us in anger, offended at a couple of cups of coffee we drank against bis advice, and has been ever since engaged in alarming and annoying us. He has come up suddenly behind, and given us a rap on the head sufficient to stagger an ox, and left before we could look around. lie has stopped our breath, and he has set our heart in palpitations that would have been foolish to a lover. lie has produced a pain in the right side, and equalised it with another in the left; but himself in some form or other, he has remained by us; he has not left, and we fear will not so soon as may be desirable. To appease bis anger, and once more stand with him upon a friendly footing, we offer such daily libations of valerian and assafeeteda, of pills and powders, as would long ago have propitiated the most heathen of the old divinities. We give him this notice to quit—the law prescribes thirty days —and if he’s not oil then, we shall bring an action of ejectment, the most powerful that can be drawn from a pint bottle. —New Orleans Picayune.