A Correspondent from London sends an advertisement of the Dartmouth Union, to show how much the English paupers are better fed than the Irish poor. It is sufficient to say that the list of articles set forth exhibits a state of things truly enviable. The comparison suggested excites the most patriotic aspirations for the happiness enjoyed there. There are few of the Irish population who would not rejoice to be poor in the same signification, as they are in Dartmouth, with beef, cheese and bread, for every man among them.
Such a document as this comes seasonably to promote a Christmas dinner of meat for the paupers in workhouses. The boon is small, but one, the absence of which must be felt most keenly. There are probably none of them so forlorn, but can remember better times past; and the present is the occasion when they must be reminded most feelingly of their condition. It would be hard if the festivity, universal at this season, even with the very poorest, should not be extended also among the inmates of the workhouse, by granting them, if only for a day, the semblance of a better lot. A hope is entertained that guardians generally will not deny this one gleam of comfort to those to whom comfort is strange. Over and above the good feeling of such an indulgence, manifest propriety directs that the great festival of the year should not be undistinguished even in the most despised condition.