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instead of penning her lord's elaborate eulogium, ha undertaken to write the life of Savage, we should be have been in any danger of mistaking an idle ungratefi, libertine for a man of genius and virtue. The tale of a biographer are often fatal to his reader. For the reasons the public often judiciously countenance tho. who, without sagacity to discriminate character, with elegance of style to relieve the tediousness of narrativ without enlargement of mind to draw any conclusions from the facts they relate, simply pour forth anecdotes and retail conversations, with all the minute prolivity a gossip in a country town.

The author of the following memoirs has upon these grounds fair claims to the public favour and attention. He was an illiterate old steward, whose partiality to the family, in which he was bred and born, must be obvious to the reader. He tells the history of the Rackrent family in his vernacular idiom, and in the full confidence that Sir Patrick, Sir Murtagh, Sir Kit, and Sir Condy Rackrent's affairs will be as interesting to all the world as they were to himself. Those who were acquainted with the manners of a certain class of the gentry of Ireland some years ago will want no evidence of the truth of honest Thady's narrative : to those who are totally unacquainted with Ireland the following Memoirs will perhaps be scarcely intelligible, or probably they may appear perfectly incredible. For the information of the ignorant English reader, a few notes have been subjoined by the editor, and he had it once in contemplation to translate the language of Thady in plain English ; but Thady's idiom is incapable of translation, and besides, the authenticity of his story would have been more exposed to doubt if it were not told in his own characteristic manner. Several years ago he related to the editor the history of the Rackrent family, and it was with some difficulty that he was persuaded to have it oommitted to writing ; however, his feelings for “ tho

honour of the family," as he expressed himself, prevailed over his habitual laziness, and he at length completed the narrative which is now laid before the public.

The editor hopes his readers will observe that these are “ tales of other times ;" that the manners depicted in the following pages are not those of the present age: the race of the Rackrents has long since been extinct in Ireland ; and the drunken Sir Patrick, the litigious Sir Murtagh, the fighting Sir Kit, and the slovenly Sir Condy are characters which could no more be met with at present in Ireland than Squire Western or Parson Trulliber in England. There is a time when individuals can bear to be rallied for their past follies and absurdities, after they have acquired new habits and a new consciousness. Nations as well as individuals gradually lose attachment to their identity, and the present generation is amused rather than offended by the ridicule that is thrown upon its ancestors.

Probably we shall soon have it in our power, in a hundred instances, to verify the truth of these observations.

When Ireland loses her identity by a union with Great Britain, she will look back with a smile of goodhumoured complacency on the Sir Kits and Sir Condys of her former existence.








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