women, fish-women, porters with knots on their heads, etc.; thus, in the throng of a London street, he cleared a lane for me. According to the privilege of an author franking a friend to the theater now and then, my brother, one morning, asked me for an order; but having already written and given away to my acquaintances and their acquaintances, more than was strictly proper, I refused. The same evening I unexpectedly went to the play myself; I was alone, and being in the lower boxes, towards the close of the third act, a gentleman coming in, and standing near me, I looked up, half turning round, and said, "How the deuce did you get in?" A strange voice answered, "How did I get in, sir! why, with my money. How did yourself get in?" I unfortunately mistook him for my brother; and this last mistake might have led me into a more dangerous dilemma than either of the former, had not another gentleman, in the adjoining box, who knew who I was, and, consequently, the imperfect state of my sight, kindly explained; thus saving me from pistol work, either on the strand of Clontarf, or behind Montague House, or in a little tavern room across a table, or any other field of battle, west of Mother Red-cap's. SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS. Coming into my parlor in Stafford Row, Buckingham Gate, one day, tired with my walk, and my spirits wearied by a long rehearsal, I found a gentleman looking very close at a picture which hung up; he bowed, and then went again to the picture, looked at me, and said something, I don't know what. We were completely at cross purposes; my eyes could not distinguish his features, and his ears could not hear my voice; he was deaf, and I could not see. In the midst of our embarrassment, my landlord came into the room, and addressing him very respectfully, yet loud, said, "Mr. the picture-dealer, lodges up stairs." The stranger then turned to me, made an apology, and went out of my parlor. When he had left the house, I asked my landlord who the gentleman was. He answered, that it was "Sir Joshua Reynolds." I then too late regretted my not having known this before, that I might have enjoyed a little of his company, as I greatly admired the works of his pencil. Fortunate, thought I at that moment, that my infirmity is not on his side of the question! One day walking with Mr. Colman, and admiring his beautiful garden at Richmond, he told me Sir Joshua Reynolds had been with him the day before, and also liked his parterres and hot-houses extremely (" and by the way, O'Keeffe, my gardener is a capital one, and your countryman; he brings out pine-apples and melons for me at very little expense"). Mr. Colman added, that he had been a good deal annoyed by a timber-yard to the left; besides the noise, it was a disagreeable object, so, continued he, "I raised up that fine screen of trees to hide it. I was pointing out this exploit of mine yesterday to Sir Joshua. 'Aye,' said he, very well, Colman, now you cannot see the wood for trees."" 6 THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY. I am a friar of orders gray: As down the valley I take my way, I pull not blackberry, haw, or hip, And why I'm so plump the reason I'll tell— Or knight of the shire Lives half so well as a holy friar! After supper, of heaven I dream, But that is fat pullet and clouted cream. With a dainty bit of a warden pie: And the vesper bell is my bowl's ding dong. Or knight of the shire Lives half so well as a holy friar! PATRICK O'KELLY. (1754 THE place of birth of this extraordinary character is not knownhe himself implies that it was in County Clare. He was for some time a schoolmaster in County Galway. He published 'Killarney, a Descriptive Poem,' 'The Eudoxologist,' 'The Aonian Kaleidoscope,' and Hippocrene.' He was absurdly vain, and printed in each of his volumes poetical eulogies of himself and of his work by other bards. His high opinion of his own merit may be understood by his thus travestying the celebrated sonnet commencing, "Three poets in three distant ages born": ""T would take a Byron and a Scott, I tell you, His' Curse of Doneraile' was widely circulated all over Ireland and created a great deal of amusement. To appease him Lady Doneraile presented him with a handsome "watch and seal" in place of the one he "lost," upon which he wrote a eulogium. The place and date of his death are unknown. THE CURSE OF DONERAILE. Alas! how dismal is my tale, May Fire and Brimstone never fail, May Sun and Moon forever fail, May every pestilential gale, Blast that cursed spot called Doneraile. May Patriots, Kings and Commonweal, May vengeance fall at head and tail, May wolves and bloodhounds trace and trail, May Oscar with his fiery flail, May every mischief fresh and stale, May no one coffin want a nail, May all the thieves that rob and steal, May cold and hunger still congeal, May curse of Sodom now prevail, |