Find me next a Poppy posy, 1 Edward Byrne, the head of the Delegates of the Irish Catholics. 2 The ancients, in like manner, crowned their Lares, or Household Gods. See Juvenal, Sat. 9. iv. 138. Plutarch, too, tells us that Household Gods were then, as they are now, "much given to War and penal Statutes." —givvuæduiç xai ποινίμους δαιμονας. 3 Certain tinsel imitations of the Shamrock which are distributed by the Servants of Cn House every Patrick's Day. - Next, our C-stl-r-gh to crown, Bring me from the County Down, Wither'd Shamrocks, which have been Gilded o'er, to hide the green – (Such as H-df-t brought away From Pall-Mall last Patrick's day 9)— Stitch the garland through and through With shabby threads of every hue; And as, Goddess!— entre nous — His lordship loves (though best of men) A little torture, now and then, Crimp the leaves, thou first of Syrens, Crimp them with thy curling-irons. 1 Nor tremble, my lad, at the state of our granaries: Should there come famine, Still plenty to cram in You always shall have, my dear Lord of the Stannaries. Brisk let us revel, while revel we may; 2 For the gay bloom of fifty soon passes away, And then people get fat, And infirm, and-all that, 3 And a wig (I confess it) so clumsily sits, That it frightens the little Loves out of their wits; 4 Thy whiskers, too, Y-rm-th!-alas, even they, Though so rosy they burn, Too quickly must turn (What a heart-breaking change for thy whiskers!) to Grey. 5 Then why, my Lord Warden, oh! why should you fidget Your mind about matters you don't understand? Or why should you write yourself down for an idiot, Because "you," forsooth, "have the pen in your hand!" Think, think how much better Than scribbling a letter, (Which both you and I Should avoid by the bye,) 6 How much pleasanter 'tis to sit under the bust Of old Charley 7, my friend here, and drink like a new one; While Charley looks sulky and frowns at me, just As the Ghost in the Pantomime frowns at Don Juan. 8 To crown us, Lord Warden, In C-mb-rl-nd's garden Grows plenty of monk's hood in venomous sprigs: Nec trepides in usum While Otto of Roses Refreshing all noses Shall sweetly exhale from our whiskers and wigs. 9 What youth of the Household will cool our Noyau In that streamlet delicious, That down 'midst the dishes, Romantic doth flow? 10 Or who will repair Unto M-ch-r Sq-e, And see if the gentle Marchesa be there? 11 And let her bring with her The newest No-Popery Sermon that's going 12 Oh! let her come, with her dark tresses flowing, HORACE, ODE XXII. LIB. I. FREELY TRANSLATED BY LORD ELD-N. 13 THE man who keeps a conscience pure, (If not his own, at least his Prince's,) Through toil and danger walks secure, Looks big and black, and never winces. 14 No want has he of sword or dagger, 15 Whether midst Irish chairmen going, Or through St. Giles's alleys dim, 'Mid drunken Sheelahs, blasting, blowing, No matter, 'tis all one to him. Restinguet ardentis Falerni Pocula prætereunte lympha? Quis...... eliciet domo Eburna, dic age, cum lyra (qu. liar-a) 1 Lyden ? Maturet. 1 For instance, I, one evening late, Upon a gay vacation sally, When lo! an Irish Papist darted Across my path, gaunt, grim, and big— 2 Yet a more fierce and raw-bon'd dog Nor shakes his brogue o'er Allen's Bog, 3 Oh! place me midst O'Rourkes, O'Tooles, 4 Of Church and State I'll warble still He looks in the glass-but perfection is there, Wig, whiskers, and chin-tufts all right to a hair; 6 Not a single ex-curl on his forehead he tracesFor curls are like Ministers, strange as the case is, The falser they are, the more firm in their places. Though ev'n Dick M-rt-n's self should His coat he next views- but the coat who could Not to I cannot help calling the reader's attention to the peculiar ingenuity with which these lines are paraphrased. mention the happy conversion of the Wolf into a Papist, (seeing that Romulus was suckled by a wolf, that Rome was founded by Romulus, and that the Pope has always reigned at Rome), there is something particularly neat in supposing "ultra terminum" to mean vacation-time: and then the modest consciousness with which the Noble and Learned Translator has avoided touching upon the words " curis erpeditis," (or, as it has been otherwise read, "causis expeditis,") and the felicitous idea of his being "inermis" when "without his wig," are altogether the most delectable specimens of paraphrase in our language. 3 Pone me pigris ubi nulla campis Arbor æstiva recreatur aura: Quod latus mundi, nebulæ, malusque I must here remark, that the said Dick M-rt-n being a very good fellow, it was not at all fair to make a "malus Jupiter" of him. 4 Dulce ridentem Lalagen amabo, There cannot be imagined a more happy illustration of the inseparability of Church and State, and their (what is called) "standing and falling together," than this ancient apologue of Jack and Jill. Jack, of course, represents the State in this ingenious little Allegory, Jack fell down, And broke his Crown, 6 That model of Princes, the Emperor Commodus, was particularly luxurious in the dressing and ornamenting of his hair. His conscience, however, would not suffer him to trust himself with a barber, and he used, accordingly, to burn off his beard-"timore tonsoris," says Lampridius. (Hist. August. Scriptor.) The dissolute Elius Verus, too, was equally attentive to the decoration of his wig. (See Jul. Capitolin.)Indeed, this was not the only princely trait in the character of Verus, as he had likewise a most hearty and dignified contempt for his Wife. See his insulting answer to her in Spartianus. done, too : Then why should it now be decried? And kindly invent him more Christian-like shapes 'Tis a thing, that in every King's reign has been So complete for the winter, he saw very plain If the Father has done it, why shouldn't the Son, too? For so argues Law on our side. And, ev'n should our sweet violation of duty So, what's to be done?—there's the Ministers, They can but bring it in "a misfortune," my beauty, bless 'em! As he made the puppets, why shouldn't he dress 'em? "An excellent thought! - call the tailors — be nimble "Let Cum bring his spy-glass, and H-rtf-d her thimble; "While Y-rm-th shall give us, in spite of all quizzers, "The last Paris cut with his true Gallic scissors." As long as we've Law on our side. The Lady's Answer. HOLD, hold, my good sir, go a little more slowly; Such sinners as we, are a little too lowly, o'er 'em So saying, he calls C-stl-r-gh, and the rest Had you been a great Prince, to whose star shining Of his heaven-born statesmen, to come and be drest. While Y-rm-th, with snip-like and brisk ex pedition, Cuts up, all at once, a large Cath'lic Petition In long tailors' measures, (the P-e crying "Welldone!" The people should look for their guide, Then your Highness (and welcome !) might kick down decorum You'd always have Law on your side. And first puts in hand my Lord Chancellor Eld-n. Were you ev'n an old Marquis, in mischief grown CORRESPONDENCE BETWEEN A LADY AND GENTLEMAN, UPON THE ADVANTAGE OF (WHAT IS CALLED) "HAVING LAW ON ONE'S SIDE." The Gentleman's Proposal. "Legge aurea, S'ei piace, ei lice." COME, fly to these arms, nor let beauties so bloomy hoary, Whose heart, though it long ago died To the pleasures of vice, is alive to its glory— But for you, Sir, Crim. Con. is a path full of troubles; And leave the pursuit to those Princes and Nobles OCCASIONAL ADDRESS FOR THE OPENING OF THE NEW THEATRE Your prudes may revile, and your old ones look INTENDED ΤΟ HAVE BEEN SPOKEN BY THE gloomy, But, dearest, we've Law on our side. Oh! think the delight of two lovers congenial, Whom no dull decorums divide; PROPRIETOR IN FULL COSTUME, ON THE 24TH THIS day a New House, for your edification, Their error how sweet, and their raptures how Excuse the materials-though rotten and bad, venial, When once they've got Law on their side. In allusion to Lord Ell-nb-gh. They're the best that for money just now could be had; And, if echo the charm of such houses should be |