These effusions of Hibernian joy may induce some of our readers to inquire how it has happened that we have given them no account of the grand dinner at which, with our contributors, we celebrated the great event of the 19th of July. The fact is, that we had prepared a very full account of it, but, as the devil in the chest had no selecting power over the papers, he only stumbled on the two following songs.

EXCELLENT NEW SONG,

Composed by James Scott, Esq. M. D. and Sung by him, with great

Applause, on the Evening of Thursday, 19th July.
There are flowers in every window, and garlands round each door,
And whiten’d is the poor man's wall, and sanded is his floor.
From the cottage, to the castle, in unison all sing,
Hail to Great George the Fourth !–God save the King !!!

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The man on this auspicious day one moment that would linger
To whip off his glass, and turn up his little finger,
The rascal disloyal, in a halter may he swing.
Hail to Great George the Fourth -God save the King !!!
Long brooded o'er this nation the thunder-cloud of war,
But the trumpet's voice is hush'd, and the battle's bloody jar,
The triumph of our warriors and statesmen we will sing,
Hail to Great George the Fourth !-God save the King !!!

Though blindness fell upon the aged father of his realm,
All steady was the hand that was station'd at the helm;
The advisers of his Father to the Regent's side did cling,
Hail to Great George the Fourth !God save the King !!!

Well may the dealers in wine and spirits say,
The happiest of all days is a Coronation day,–
For thousands on thousands drain their bumpers, as they sing,
Hail to Great George the Fourth !--God save the King !!!

The nobles of the land to the Monarch all have gone,
The warlike and the wise form a circle round the throne;
The Champion, armed cap-a-pee, hath challenged all the ring
Hail to Great George the Fourth !-God save the King !!!

Oh, when I look around me, it makes my bosom swell,
On those whose pens have written all so loyally and well,
The Radical and Whig, to their hunkers they will bring-
Hail to Great George the Fourth !--God save the King !!!

EXTEMPORE EFFUSION,
Sung with great Effect by MORGAN ODOHERTY, Esg. on the Evening of

19th July.
My landlady enter'd my parlour, and said, -
“ Bless my stars, gallant Captain, not yet to your bed ?
The kettle is drain'd, and the spirits are low,
Then creep your hammock, Oh go, my love, go!

Derry down, &c.
“ Do look at your watch, sir, 'tis in your small pocket,
'Tis three, and the candles are all burn'd to the socket;
Come move, my dear Captain, do take my advice,
Here's Jenny will pull off your boots in a trice.

Derry down," &c.

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Jenny pull'd off my boots, and I turn'd into bed,
But scarce had I yawn'd twice, and pillow'd my head,
When I dream'd a strange dream, and what to me befel,
I'll wager a crown you can't guess ere I tell.

Derry down, &c.

Methought that to London, with sword at my side,
On my steed Salamanca in haste I did ride,
That I enter'd the Hall, 'mid a great trepidation,
And saw the whole fuss of the grand Coronation.!

Derry down, &c.
Our Monarch, the King, he was placed on the throne,
'Mid brilliants and gold that most splendidly shone;
And around were the brave and the wise of his court,
In peace to adyişe, and in war to support.

Derry down, &e.
First Liverpool moved at his Sovereign's command;
Next Sidmouth stepp'd forth with his hat in his hand ;
Then Canning peep'd round with the archness of Mụnden;
And last, but not least, came the Marquis of London-

derry down, &c.
Then Wellington, hero of heroes, stepp'd forth;
Then brave Graham of Lynedoch, the cock of the north ;
Then Hopetoun he follow'd, but came not alone,
For Anglesea's leg likewise knelt at the throne.

Derry down, &c.
But the King look'd around him, as fain to survey,
When the warlike departed, the wise of the day,
And he whisper'd the herald to summon in then
The legion of Blackwood, the brightest of men !

Derry down, &c.
Oh noble the sight was, and noble should be
The strain, that proclaims, mighty legion, of thee!
The tongue of an angel the theme would require,
A standish of sunbeams, a goose quill of fire.

Derry down, &c.
Like old Agamemnon resplendent came forth,
In garment embroider'd, great Christopher North ;
He knelt at the throne, and then turning his head,
“ These worthies are at the King's service," he said.

Derry down, &c.

“Oh, Sire! though your will were as hard to attain,
As Gibraltar of old to the efforts of Spain,
The men who surround you will stand, and have stood,
To the last dearest drop of their ink and their blood.

Derry down, &c.
“ From the Land's End to far Johnny Groat's, if a man
From Cornwall's rude boors to MacAllister's clan,
Dare raise up his voice 'gainst the church or the state,
We have blisters by dozens to tickle his pate.

Derry down, &c.
“ We have Morris, the potent physician of Wales,
And Tickler, whose right-handed blow never fails,
And him, who from loyalty's path never wander'd,
Himself, swate Odoherty, knight of the standard.

Derry down, &c.
“ We have sage Kempferhausen, the grave and serene;
And Eremus Marischall from far Aberdeen ;
Hugh Mullion, the Grass-market merchant so sly,
With his brethern Malachi and Mordecai.

Derry down, &c.
« We have also James Hogg, the great shepherd Chaldean,
As sweetly who sings as Anacreon the Teian ;
We have Delta, whose verses as smooth are as silk;
With bold William Wastle, the laird of that ilk.

Derry down, &c.
“We have Dr Pendragon, the D. D. from York,
Who sports in our ring his huge canvas of cork;
And General Izzard, the strong and the gruff,
Who despatches his foes with a kick and a cuff.

Derry down, &c.
• We have Seward of Christchurch, with cap and with gown,
A prizeman, a wrangler, and clerk of renown;
And Buller of Brazen-nose, potent to seek
A blinker for fools, from the mines of the Greek.

Derry down, &c.
“ Nicol Jarvie from Glasgow, the last, and the best
Of the race, who have worn a gold chain at their breast;
And Scott, Jamie Scott, Dr Scott, a true blue,
Like the steel of his forceps as tough and as true.

Derry down, &c.
6 We have Ciecro Dowden, who sports by the hour,
Of all the tongue-waggers the pink and the flower;
And Jennings the bold, who has challenged so long
All the nation for brisk soda-water, and song.

Derry down," &c.
Methought that the King look'd around him, and smiled;
Every phantom of fear from his breast was exiled,
For he saw those whose might would the demagogue chain,
And would shield from disturbance the peace of his reign.

Derry down, &c.
But the best came the last, for with duke and with lord,
Methought that we feasted, and drank at the board,
Till a something the bliss of my sweet vision broke-
'Twas the watchman a-bawling, “'Tis past ten o'clock."

Derry down, &c.

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But before I conclude, may each man at this board
Be as glad as a king, and as drunk as a lord;
There is nothing so decent, and nothing so neat,
As, when rising is past, to sit still on our seat.

Derry down, &c.

SYLVANUS URBAN AND CHRISTOPHER NORTH.

GENTLE READER,

soul, and the very Antipodes of narTime makes a few changes, not only rowness and regularity, he breaks in kingdoms and manners, but also in through all humdrum restraints, and periodicals. We have now got before follows wherever the irrepressible and us thelucubrations of Sylvanus Urban, inexhaustible elasticity of his mind Gent. for the year 1761, and have impels him. much amused ourselves with contrast- We have often smiled within ouring them with the magazine labours of selves at the thought of the consternathe present day, and more especially tion which a Number of our Work with our own. What an alteration would have caused about sixty years has the interval between two corona- since, were it possible for one to have tions produced !-Sylvanus Urban and appeared, even but in a vision, to our Christopher North. The one is an forefathers. The venerable Sylvanus antithesis of the other. The latter is would instaneously have been petrified all life, buoyancy, and fire, while the with surprise, and, like old Eli, would former is the personification of home- have fallen down in his chair at the iness and heaviness. The tendency news and broke his back. The whole of the one is continually upwards, tribe of allegory and essay writers while the other is carried downwards would have been compelled to use the by supernatural force of gravitation. exclamation of Othello, and mourn We never say or write a dull or stupid over their departed vocation. After thing, while our worthy predecessor one smack of the high-flavoured and proses and doses to eternity. We are, exciting viands of our table, the public however, mindful of the ties of rela- taste would have become too fastidious tionship which subsist between us, and to relish the homeliness of their orditherefore do not scorn the humbler, but nary repasts. Nothing plain or unequally necessary pages, of that ancient seasoned would have served ; our litepattern of urbanity. He was to us rary cookery would have tickled them what thefrugal shopkeeper, the founder too much to allow them to bear with of his family, is to the dashing young less skilful and scientific provisions. heir his grandson, who inherits the What a pity that “My Grandmother,"* accumulated pfoducts of his industry, respectable old woman as she is, did The one, mindful of pounds, shillings, not take to writing in those days! then, and pence, keeps to his dirty shop in undoubtedly, was her time. Why she Threadneedle Street, or Mincing Al would have been considered as a very ley, and jogs along the “even tenor of prodigy amongst her kind for clever his wау,

without ever emerging into writing. Even her lumbering heavithe airy regions of gaiety and fashion. ness, which renders her rather a danTo him all the world' is contained gerous article on shipboard, might in within the limits of his daily occupa- those happy days have been considertion; he has no idea of further extend- ed as volatility itself. Such is the ing his researches. Bond Street and misfortune of not paying sufficient atBerkeley Square are no more to him tention to times and seasons in our than the Giants’ Causeway or the enterprizes, and of being born either Orkney Islands—he is satisfied in his too soon or too late. But we were own sphere. His successor, on the speaking of ourselves. We can picture other hand, looks not to the east, but the astonishment which would have to the west. Full of the spirit of youth pervaded the world of literature had and life, he scatters around him his one of our Numbers, for instance the income with generous prodigality of present, been able to anticipate its

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existence by about sixty years, and to “ Grizzle," said I to her, “ Grizzle, 1 figure away at the coronation of George my dear, consider that you are but the Third, instead of that of his worthy weakly, always ailing, and will never successor, whom God long preserve. bear sitting out all night upon the Ossian himself, that apocryphal per- scaffold. You remember what a cold sonage, and the Boy of Bristol, would you caught the last fast day, by rising have created less controversy and con- but half an before your time to go to tention. It would have given a kind church, and how I was scolded as the of St Vitus's dance to every limb of cause of it. Besides, my dear, our the mighty body of letters, and would daughter, Anna Amelia Wilhelmina have operated like an electrical shock. Carolina will look like a perfect fright In short, good reader, you may pro- if she sits up, and you know the girl's bably have observed, if you are in the face is something, at her time of life, habit of making use of soda powders, considering her fortune is but small

. the effect which is produced by the Mr Grogram,' replied my wife,

• infusion of cold water on the particles 'Mr Grogram, this is always the case as they lie scattered at the bottom of when you find me in spirits. I don't the glass. The cold and translucid want to go out, I own, I don't care whelymph, late so calm and motionless, ther I go at all ; it is seldom that I am effervesces instantaneously, and boils in spirits, but this is always the case. upwards in foaming agitation, moved In short, sir, what will you have on’t

: as if by a spirit. Such and so potent -to the coronation we went.” Poo would have been the effect of one Goldy, he would have written an ex Number of our astonishing Miscellany. cellent series for our Magazine, ani

The names of O'Doherty, Kempfer- we would have paid him handsomely hausen, Wastle, Timothy Tickler, What a pity he did not live in the day and Lauerwinckel, must certainly ever of Blackwood. Burke, too, would hav preclude imitators; yet there were un- been of some use to us in any politica questionably many men of that period department. To be sure he was rath to which we have alluded, whom we whiggish at his outset, but we coul think we could have made something have fully satisfied him, we think, of in the way of contributors. There to this point. A letter or two of his 1 was Johnson, for instance. To be sure certain noble lords, whom we have i his style is not of the fittest for our view, would have suited us exactl airy and etherial pages, and his wit is Churchhill, it must be acknowledge rather too clumsy for us, who delight was a sad fellow-relentlessly indi more to use the razor than the hatchet. criminate in abusive satire ; his on Properly trained, however, we think excuse is, that he did not live with the old fellow might have been made the period of our publication. He wa to do great things. We have a notion however, an engine of power, thou he could have written a very forcible improperly directed, and we could ha letter, though a Cockney himself, on turned him, we think, to very con Cockneys and Cockneyism, and occa- derable use. What a fine character sionally we might have suffered him would have drawn of the amia to take up, in conjunction with our Scotsman! How minutely would friend, Timothy Tickler, the review- have marked the different features ing department of our work, provi- this Ursa Major, and how glowingly ded the subject was not poetry; his would have coloured the whole.

Rasselas, after being entirely rewrit. would have transfixed him in the v 'ten by ourselves, we might proba- act of shedding the venom of his spl

bly have inserted, but his Ramblers over the brightest characters of we should have taken the liberty of de- country. Gray would have done v clining. As for Goldsmith, he would well for the Diletante Society, and, have just done for us. All our read, well for our Magazine. He was a i ers, we dare say, remember his account of taste, and of habits of thinking of the Common Council-man's visit to writing something like our own, see the coronation of George the in spite of his whims and his del Third. In what an admirable spirit cies, we are confident we should ! is it written ! We should actually not agreed to a tittle. As for the rest, have been ashamed of inserting it in would all have had their posts, our Magazine. Hear but Mr Gro- in the higher and some in the le grams consultations with his wife. chambers of our temple of immor