Lest my rude gazing should
From her haunt scare her-
Oh, what a solitude

Wanting her, here were!
Woe was me

E'er to see

Beauty so shining;

Ever since, hourly,

Have I been pining!

THE FAIRY BOY.*

BY SAMUEL LOVER.

Author of "Legends and Stories of Ireland," &c.

A MOTHER came when stars were paling,
Wailing round a lonely spring;

Thus she cried while tears were falling,
Calling on the Fairy King:

66 Why with spells my child caressing,
Courting him with fairy joy;
Why destroy a mother's blessing,
Wherefore steal my baby boy?

"O'er the mountain, through the wild wood,
Where his childhood loved to play;
Where the flowers are freshly springing,
There I wander, day by day.

"There I wander, growing fonder

Of the child that made my joy;

On the echoes wildly calling,

To restore my fairy boy.

When a beautiful child pines and dies, the Irish peasant believes the healthy infant has been stolen by the fairies, and a sickly elf left in its place. See Dr. Anster's ballad, page 59

"But in vain my plaintive calling,
Tears are falling all in vain ;
He now sports with fairy pleasure,
He's the treasure of their train!

"Fare thee well, my child, for ever,
In this world I've lost my joy,
But in the next we ne'er shall sever,
There I'll find my angel boy!"

WAKE OF WILLIAM ORR.

BY DR. DRENNAN.

[The case of William Orr involves one of the most ruthless acts o tyranny that preceded the insurrection of 1798. Orr who was a young Presbyterian farmer of Antrim, and a man of great personal popularity, was tried and convicted in October '97 of administering the United Irish oath to a private soldier, named Whitly. But, on the sne day, four of his jury made affidavits stating that whiskey had been introduced into the jury room, and the verdict agreed to under the joint influence of drunkenness and intimidation. Next day Whitly, the crown witness, confessed that his evidence was false or distorted in essential particulars. Under these strange circumstances Orr was reprieved by government; and the reprief twice renewed. But, ultinately, when the nation confidently awaited the commutation of his sentence, he was ordered for execution. A storm of indignation followed this arbitrary and merciless decision. The most moderate men were outraged by its injustice; the most timid were stung to resistance by its naked tyranny. Orr died with unshaken courage, exhorting his countrymen "to be true and faithful to each other as he had been true to them." His fortitude increased popular enthu siasm to a passion. He was universally regarded as a martyr to Liberty; and "Remember Orr!" became the most popular and stimulating watch-word of the national party. His death was celebrated in innumerable elegies, of which these noble and affecting verses are the best.]

HERE our murdered brother lies;
Wake him not with women's cries:
Mourn the way that manhood ought;
Sit in silent trance of thought.

Write his merits on your mind;
Morals pure and manners kind;
In his head as on a hill,
Virtue plac'd her citadel.

Why cut off in palmy youth?
Truth he spoke, and acted truth.
Countrymen UNITE, he cry'd,
And died for what his Saviour died.

God of Peace, and God of Love,
Let it not thy vengeance move,
Let it not thy lightnings draw;
A Nation guillotin'd by law.

Hapless Nation! rent, and torn,
Thou wert early taught to mourn,
Warfare of six hundred years!
Epochs marked with blood and tears!

Hunted thro' thy native grounds,
Or flung reward to human hounds;
Each one pull'd and tore his share,
Heedless of thy deep despair.

Hapless Nation-hapless Land,
Heap of uncementing sand!
Crumbled by a foreign weight;
And by worse, domestic hate.

God of mercy! God of peace!
Make the mad confusion cease;
O'er the mental chaos move,

Through it SPEAK the light of love.

Monstrous and unhappy sight!
Brothers' blood will not unite;
Holy oil and holy water,

Mix, and fill the world with slaughter.

Who is she with aspect wild ?
The widow'd mother with her child,
Child new stirring in the womb!
Husband waiting for the tomb!

Angel of this sacred place
Calm her soul and whisper peace,
Cord, or axe, or Guillotin'

Make the sentence-not the sin.

Here we watch our brother's sleep;
Watch with us, but do not weep;
Watch with us thro' dead of night,
But expect the morning light.

Conquer fortune-persevere !—
Lo! it breaks, the morning clear!
The cheerful сOCK awakes the skies,
The day is come arise !-arise!

[Dr. Drennan, the author of this ballad, was one of the ablest writers among the United Irishmen. His Letters of Orellana contributed powerfully to enlist Ulster in "the Union." His songs and ballads, which were chiefly directed to the same object, are vigorous and graceful beyond any political poetry of the period. His song commencing "When Erin first rose from the dark swelling flood," which fixed upon Ireland the title of "the Emerald Isle," Moore esteems among the most perfect of modern songs. A little volume of his poems was published in 1815, but is now very scarce. In 1794 he was brought to trial for his political principles; but then or throughout a long and honoured life he never abandoned them.]

OLIVER'S ADVICE.

AN ORANGE BALLAD,

BY COLONEL BLACKER.

THE night is gathering gloomily, the day is closing fastThe tempest flaps his raven wings in loud and angry blast; The thunder clouds are driving athwart the lurid sky— But, "put your trust in God, my boys, and keep your powder dry."*

There was a day when loyalty was hail'd with honour due, Our banner the protection wav'd to all the good and

true

And gallant hearts beneath its folds were link'd in honour's tie,

We put our trust in God, my boys, and kept our powder

dry.

When Treason bar'd her bloody arm, and madden'd round the land,

For king, and laws, and order fair, we drew the ready brand;

Our gathering spell was William's name-our word was, "do or die,"

And still we put our trust in God, and kept our powder

dry.

But now, alas! a wondrous change has come the nation

o'er,

And worth and gallant services remember'd are no more,

* There is a well-authenticated anecdote of Cromwell. On a certain occasion, when his troops were about crossing a river to attack the enerny, he concluded an address, couched in the usual fanatic terms in use among them, with these words "put your trust in God; but mind to keep your powder dry."