And regulates his leases by't; Meaning their terms should end, no doubt, He thinks, too, that the whole thing's ended Who brought th' accurst Reform Bill in. * However, let's not yet despair; Though Toryism's eclips'd, at present, And all that rampant glee, which revell'd And both in Chair of Penance set, This appears to have been the opinion also of an eloquent writer in the Morning Watch. "One great object of Christ's second Advent, as the Man and as the King of the Jews, is to punish the Kings who do not acknowledge that their authority is derived from him, and who submit to receive it from that many-headed monster, the mob." No. x. p. 373. There's something tells me, all's not o'er Yes-back again shall come, egad, 'Squire Fudge's clerk presents To Reverend Sir his compliments; Is griev'd to say an accident Has just occurr'd which will prevent Just when he'd got to "Dam'me, we'll Grasp'd at his crutch, but not being able All's safe the table, chair, and crutch ;- As the Squire's head can bear a deal. Wednesday morning. Squire much the same-head rather light Our housekeeper, old Mrs. Griggs, Suspects that he meant "barbarous Whigs." LETTER IX. FROM LARRY O'BRANIGAN, TO HIS WIFE JUDY. As it was but last week that I sint you a letther, ; You'll wondher, dear Judy, what this is about And, throth, it's a letther myself would like betther, Could I manage to lave the contints of it out; For sure, if it makes even me onaisy, Who takes things quiet, 'twill dhrive you crazy. Oh, Judy, that riverind Murthagh, bad scran to him! That e'er I should come to've been sarvant-man to him, Or so far demane the O'Branigan blood, And my Aunts, the Diluvians (whom not ev'n the Flood Was able to wash away clane from the earth)* As to sarve one whose name, of mere yestherday's birth, * "I am of your Patriarchs, I, a branch of one of your antediluvian families-fellows that the Flood could not wash away."- CONGREVE, Love for Love. Can no more to a great O, before it, purtend, But that's now all over-last night I gev warnin', And, masth'r as he is, will discharge him this mornin'. The thief of the world! - but it's no use balrag gin'*; All I know is, I'd fifty times rather be draggin' Than with Murthagh to rowl in a chaise, at my aise, phiz, I'd have known what a quare sort of monsther he is; For, by gor, 'twas at Exether Change, sure enough, That himself and his other wild Irish show'd off; And it's pity, so 'tis, that they hadn't got no man Who knew the wild crathurs to act as their show man To balrag is to abuse - Mr. Lover makes it ballyrag, and he is high authority: but if I remember rightly, Curran in his national stories used to employ the word as above. - See Lover's most amusing and genuinely Irish work, the "Legends and Stories of Ireland." |