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May probably suffer as, under For here lies one who ne'er preferred
The Chalking Act, known to be guilty. A Viscount to a Marquis yet. So much for the merits sublime (With whose catalogue ne'er should Beside him place the God of Wit,
Before him Beauty's rosiest girls ; Of the three greatest lights of our time, Apollo for a star he'd quit,
And Love's own sister for an Earl's. Drs. Eady and s—they and Slop ! Should you ask me, to which of the three Did niggard Fate no peers afford, Great Doctors the preference should He took, of course, to peer's rela. fall,
tions! As a matter of course,
And rather than not sport a lordi,
Put up with even the last creations. But as S—they with laurels is crowned, And Slop with a wig and a tail is,
Even Irish names, could he but tag 'em Let Eady's bright temples be bound
With ‘Lord' and 'Duke,' were sweet With a swinging' Corona Muralis /'1
to call; And, at a pinch, Lord Ballyraggum
Was better than no Lord at all. EPITAPH ON A TUFT-HUNTER. Heaven grant him now some noblenook, LAMENT, lament, Sir Isaac Heard, For, rest his soul, he'd rather be Put mourning round thy page, De- Genteely damned beside a Duke, brett,
Than saved in vulgar company.
OF THE ORANGEMEN OF IRELAND.
To the people of England, the humble Petition
Of Ireland's disconsolate Orangemen, showing-
That our jobs are all gone, and our noble selves going;
Of Ireland's seven millions of hot heads and hearts,
To keep us from murdering the other six parts;
We humbly suggest there is nothing less true;
Are made by and for a particular few;
To see you, in England, such ardour evince,
And burned with most gusto, some hundred years since ;
1A crown granted as a reward among the Romans to persons who performed any extraordinary exploits upon walls-such as scaling them, battering them, etc. No doubt, writing upon them, to the extent that Dr. Eady does, would equally cstablish a claim to the honour.
That we love to behold, while Old England grows faint,
Messrs Southey and Butler near coming to blows,
Ever truly and really pulled the devil's nose;
Whether Edwy intrigued with Elgiva's old mother?
Conclusions most apt for our hating each other. That 'tis very well known this devout Irish nation
Has now for some ages gone happily on, Believing in two kinds of Substantiation,
One party in Trans, and the other in Con;
Of the said monosyllable, ravaged the lands,
Both the bodies and souls of the sticklers for Trans;
For keeping us still in the same state of mind; Pretty much as the world used to be in those ages,
When still smaller syllables maddened mankind ;When the words ex and per3 served as well, to annoy
One's neighbours and friends with, as con and trans now; And Christians, like Southey, who stickled for oi,
Cut the throats of all Christians who stickled for ou.4
So often has helped us to play the game o'er,
And wait but the word to show sport, as before.
Which for all such diversions John Bull has to pay'Tis, at least, a great comfort to John Bull to know
That to Orangemen's pockets 'twill all find its way.
etc. etc. etc. etc. etc.
1 To such important discussions as these the per' was going on), he found the Turks, we are greater part of Dr. Southey's Vindiciæ Ecclesiæ told, laughing at the Christians for being Anglicanæ is devoted.
divided by two such insignificant particles.' 2 Consubstantiation-the true reformed be- 4 The Arian controversy.-Before that time, lief; at least the belief of Luther, and, as Mos- says Hooker, in order to be a sound believing heim asserts, of Melancthon also.
Christian, men were not curious what syllables 3 When John of Ragusa went to Constanti. or particles of speech they used.' nople (at the time this dispute between 'ex' and
BY THE AUTHOR OF CHRISTABEL.
Or an Irish Dump (“the words by
At an amateur concert screamed in "Up!' said the Spirit, and, ere I could pray
So harsh on my ear that wailing fell One hasty orison, whirled me away Of the wretches who in this Limbo To a limbo, lying-I wist not where- dwell ! Above or below, in earth or air ; It seemed like the dismal symphony All glimmering o’er with a doubtful Of the shapes Æneas in hell did see; light,
Or those frogs, whose legs a barbarous One couldn't say whether 'twas day or cook night;
Cut off, and left the frogs in the brook, And crossed by many a mazy track, To cry all night, till life's last dregs, One didn't know how to get on or back; Give us our legs!--give us our legs!. And I felt like a needle that's going Touched with this sad and sorrowful astray
scene, (With its one eye out) through a bundle I asked what all this yell might mean? of hay;
When the Spirit replied, with a grin When the Spirit he grinned, and
of glee, whispered me,
''Tis the cry of the suitors in Chan'Thou’rt now in the Court of Chancery!'
cery! Around me flitted unnumbered swarms I looked, and I saw a wizard rise, Of shapeless, bodiless, tailless forms; With a wig like a cloud before men's (Like bottled-up babes that grace the eyes.
In his agèd hand he held a wand, Of that worthy knight, Sir Everard Wherewith he beckoned his embryo Home) —
band, All of them things half-killed in rear- And they moved, and moved, as he ing;
waved it o'er, Some werelame-some wanted hearing; But they never got on one inch the Some had through half-a-century run,
more ; Though they hadn't a leg to stand upon. And still they kept limping to and fro, Others, more merry, as just beginning, Like Ariels round old ProsperoAround on a point of law were spin Saying, “Dear Master, let us go ;' ning;
But still old Prospero answered, 'No.' Or balanced aloft, 'twixt Bill and And I heard the while, that wizard elf, Answer,
Muttering, muttering spells to himself, Lead at each end-like a tight-rope While over as many old papers he dancer.
turned, Some were so cross, that nothing could As Hume e'er moved for, or Omar please 'em :
burned. Some gulped down affidavits to ease He talked of his Virtue, though some,
less nice, All were in motion, yet never a one,
(He owned with a sigh) preferred his Let it move as it might, could ever move
And he sail, 'I think’—I doubt' *These,' said the Spirit, 'you plainly
*I hope,' see,
Called God to witness, and damned the Are what are called Suits in Chancery!' Pope :
With many more sleights of tongue and I heard a loud screaming of old and hand young,
I couldn't, for the soul of me, underLike a chorus by fifty Velutis sung;
Amazed and posed, I was just about
in, And that conjuror's mutterings, made
such a din,
That, startled, I woke-leaped up in
NEWS FOR COUNTRY COUSINS.
DEAR Coz, as I know neither you nor Miss Draper,
His Lordship (who promises now to fight faster)
To Daniel O'Connell, to make him Grand Master ;
From the Knights of St. John to the Knights of St. Dan-
Being made the Colossus, 'tis all one to him.
night-caps, and thinks of bestowing
On the distinguished old ladies now going.
"This Potentate styles himself the Monarch of the Golden Foot.
And engages (lest Gold-foot should give us leg bail,
SUNG BY THE BUBBLE SPIRIT.
AIR- Come with me, and we will go
Where the rocks of coral grow.' COME with me, and we will blow Lots of bubbles, as we go; Bubbles, bright as ever Hope Drew from fancy-or from soap ; Bright as e'er the South Sea sent From its frothy element ! Come with me, and we will blow Lots of bubbles as we go.
Mix the lather, Johnny W—]ks, Thou who rhym'st so well to .bilks :! Mix the lather- who can be Fitter for such task than thee, Great M.P. for Sudsbury ! Now the frothy charm is ripe, Puffing Peter, bring thy pipe, Thou, whom ancient Coventry Once so dearly loved, that she Knew not which to her was sweeter, Peeping Tom or puffing PeterPuff the bubbles high in air, Puff thy best to keep them there. Bravo, bravo, Peter M-re! Now the rainbow hunbugs? soar, Glittering all with golden hues, Such as haunt the dreams of Jews Some, reflecting mines that lie Under Chili's glowing sky; Some, those virgin pearls that slecp Cloistered in the southern deep ;
Others, as if lent a ray
But, hark, my time is out-
crash is heard from the orchestra—the broken bulbles descend in a saponaceous but uncleanly mist over the leads of the Dramatis Personæ, and the scene drops, leaving the bubble-hunters—all in the suds.]
A DREAM OF TURTLE.
BY SIR W. CURTIS.
'Twas evening time, in the twiliglit
sweet I was sailing along, when --wbom
should I meet,
i Strong indications of character may be ing the splendid habiliments of the soldier, sometimes traced in the rhymes to names. apostrophizes him, “Thou rainbow ruffian!' Marvell thought so, when he wrote:
3 'Lovely Thais sits beside thee, “Sir Edward Sutton,
Take ihe good the Gods provide thee.' The foolish knight who rhymes to mutton.'
4 8o called by a sort of Tuscan dulcification of 2 An humble imitation of one of our modern the ch in the word 'Chairman.' poets, who, in a poom against war, after describ.