Though deck'd with those honours unsullied, unstain'd,

Thy name shall all-glorious descend to thy race, Thy worth a yet prouder distinction has gain'd, In that which thy foes have design'd a disgrace.

Their censure and hate is the brightest reward,
That tyrannous courtiers could ever bestow
On him, whose brave spirit could never regard
In a peaceable brother the face of a foe.

THE DUBLIN MAYOR AND THE LONDON ALDER

MAN; OR, A BIT OF BLARNEY.

"The rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime." LORD BYRON.

HAVE ye heard of the worthy, so fat and so favour'd,

A mountain of wealth, tho' a man of great waist, Coarse and sour, tho' a judge of the sweet and the savour'd,

Rough and rude in his ways, tho' of delicate taste.

To herald the praise of the brown biscuit baker,
To trumpet his glories these lines I rehearse,

stationer honest, in fame a partaker,

Must share in the tribute that flows in my verse.

On the first annual day of the Sov'reign's accessionThese heroes assembled to guzzle and feast;

The good things of earth grac'd their board in succession

The good things of earth their good-humour increas'd.

As themselves, Paddy swore there were none in the nation,

So loyal, so wise, so enlightened by far,

The King was the god of their soul's adorationThe company shouted, and grinn'd, and said "ah !"

Who doubts aught of this-yes-exclusively loyal, Holes and corners bear witness they're gallant by stealth;

Each struts on his dunghill, the little cock-royal, And shows worldly wisdom by scraping up wealth.

And who then can doubt that in joy they all brighten'd,

Full of flame and of fire was each light headed

ass;

And who can deny that the group was enlighten'd, The room where they din'd was illumin'd with gas.

Then hence with vain scoffing- get fresh-blooming myrtle,

And weave a green wreath to encircle each scull; Encrown with wild dock-leaves great Alderman Turtle,

Get chaplets of nettles for each brainless gull.

Do justice to merit-away with detracting,

And speak of them neither for better nor worse; He's a wonderful man, for excessive contracting Has swoln out at once both his paunch and his purse.

Then leaving the proud to enjoy their vain boasting With Aldermen great in their heads let us sing Success to all blarney-proceed in your toasting. Come, here's to the C's of Cox, Curtis, and King.*

J.

* This and the foregoing Poem was not originally amongst the packet of epistles found. The latter has been before published in one of the London journals.

A VERSIFICATION OF THE IRISH ORATION.*

"Dulce ridentem Lallagen amabo, Dulce loquentem."

HOR.

My Lords and Gentlemen, and my good yeomanry,
I cannot, as it were-a-speak, d'y'see-
That is, I can't find words-a- quite sincere,
To say how very glad I am at landing here.
I'm obliged to you all,

Both great and smell,

I am, upon my soul I am, I'm sure,
For thus escorting me e'en to my very door.

This valuable record is given faithfully as spoken by his Majesty. It is a striking proof of the degree in which the Royal Orator possesses the lingua dulcis, for the words. absolutely fell into metre and rhime of their own accord.

N