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Or an Irish Dump ("the words by
Moore') BY THE AUTHOR OF CHRISTABEL.
At an amateur concert screamed in Up!' said the Spirit, and, ere I could pray
So harsh on my ear that wailing fell One hasty orison, whirled me away Of the wretches who in this Limbo To a limbo, lying—I wist not where - dwell ! Above or below, in earth or air; It seemed like the dismal symphony All glimmering o'er with a doubtful of the shapes Æneas in hell did see ; light,
Or those frogs, whose legs a barbarous One couldn't say whether 'twas day or cook night;
Cut off, and left the frogs in the brook, And crossed by many a mazy track, To cry all night, till life's last dregs, One didn't know how to get on or back; "Give us our legs!--give us our legs !". And I felt like a needle that's going Touched with this sad and sorrowful astray
scene, (With its one eye out) through a bundle I asked what all this yell might mean? of hay;
When the Spirit replied, with a grin When the Spirit he grinned, and
of glee, whispered me,
''Tis the cry of the suitors in Chan• Thou'rt now in the Courtof Chancery!' Around me flitted unnumbered swarms I looked, and I saw a wizard rise, Of shapeless, bodiless, tailless forms; With a wig like a cloud before men's (Like bottled-up babes that grace the eyes.
In his agèd hand he held a wand, Of that worthy knight, Sir Everard Wherewith he beckoned his embryo Home)
band, All of them things half-killed in rear- And they moved, and moved, as he ing;
waved it o'er, Some werelame-some wanted hearing; But they never got on one inch the Some had through half-a-century run,
more ; Though they hadn't a leg to stand upon. And still they kept limping to and fro, Others, more merry, as just beginning, Like Ariels round old ProsperoAround on a point of law were spin. Saying, "Dear Master, let us go;' ning;
But still old Prospero answered, “No.' Or balanced aloft, 'twixt Bill and And I heard the while, that wizard elf, Answer,
Muttering, muttering spells to himself, Lead at each end—like a tight-rope While over as many old papers he dancer.
turned, Some were so cross, that nothing could As Hume e'er moved for, or Omar please 'em :
burned. Some gulped down affidavits to ease He talked of his Virtue, though some, 'em ;
less nice, All were in motion, yet never a one,
(He owned with a sigh) preferred his Let it move as it might, could ever move
And he said, 'I think '-'I doubt *These,' said the Spirit, you plainly
*I hope,' see,
Called God to witness, and damned the Are what are called Suits in Chancery!' Pope :
With many more sleights of tongue and I heard a loud screaming of old and hand young,
I couldn't, for the soul of me, underLike a chorus by fifty Velutis sung; stand.
Amazed and posed, I was just about
in, And that conjuror's mutterings, made
such a din,
That, startled, I woke-leaped up in
NEWS FOR COUNTRY COUSINS.
His Lordship (who promises now to fight faster)
To Daniel O'Connell, to make him Grand Master ;
From the Knights of St. John to the Knights of St. Dan-
Being made the Colossus, 'tis all one to him.
The late Emperor's night-caps, and thinks of bestowing
On all the distinguished old ladies now going.
And engages (lest Gold-foot should give us leg bail,
Where the rocks of coral grow.'
there. Bravo, bravo, Peter M-re! Now the rainbow humbugsa soar, Glittering all with golden hues, Such as haunt the dreams of JewsSome, reflecting mines that lie Under Chili's glowing sky; Some, those virgin pearls that sleep Cloistered in the southern deep ;
Others, as if lent a ray
But, hark, my time is out-
crash is heard from the orchestra—the broken bubbles descend in a saponaceous but uncleanly mist over the heads of the Dramatis Personæ, and the scene drops, leaving the bubble-hunters-all in the suds.)
A DREAM OF TURTLE.
BY SIR W. CURTIS.
'Twas evening time, in the twilight
sweet I was sailing along, when --- whom
should I meet,
· Strong indications of character may be ing the splendid habiliments of the soldier, sometimes traced in the rhymes to names. apostrophizes him, “Thou rainbow ruffian!" Marvell thought so, when he wrote:
3 'Lovely Thais sits beside thee, 'Sir Edward Sutton,
Take the good the Gods provide thee.' The foolish knight who rhymes to mutton.'
• 8o called by a sort of Tuscan dulcification of • An humble imitation of one of our modern the ch in the word 'Chairman.' poets, who, in a poem againsi war, after describ
But a turtle journeying o'er the sea,
COTTON AND CORN. ‘On the service of his Majesty !' When I spied him first, in the twilight dim,
Said Cotton to Coru t'other day, I did not know what to make of him ; As they met, and exchanged a saluteBut said to myself-as slow he plied (Squire Corn in his cabriolet, His fins, and rolled from side to side, Poor Cotton, half famished, on foot)Conceitedly over the watery path• "Tis my Lord of St-w-li taking a Great Squire, if it isn't uncivil
bath ; And I hear him now, among the fishes, Look down on a hungry poor devil
To hint at starvation before you, Quoting Vattel and Burgerdiscius !'
And give him some bread, I implore But, no-twas, indeed, a turtle, wide And plump as ever these eyes
descried; A turtle, juicy as ever yet
Quoth Corn then, in answer to Cotton, Glued up the lips of a baronet !
Perceiving he meant to make free, Ah, much did it grieve my soul to see * Low fellow, you've surely forgotten That an animal of such dignity,
The distance between you and me! Like an absentee, abroad should roam, When he ought to stay and be ate at home.
* To expect that we, peers of high birth,
Should waste our illustrious acres But now 'a change came o'er my dream,' For no other purpose on earth Like the magic lantern's shifting Than to fatten curst calico-makers !
slider ; I looked, and saw by the evening beam, That bishops to bobbins should bend, On the back of that turtle sate a
Should stoop from their bench's subrider,
limity, A goodly man, with an eye so merry, Great dealers in lawn, to befriend I knew 'twas our Foreign Secretary, Your contemptible dealers in dimity! Who there, at his ease, did sit and smile, Like Waterton on his crocodile ; Cracking such jokes, at every motion,
• No-vile manufacture! ne'er harbour As made the turtle squeak with glee,
A hope to be fed at our boards ;And own that they gave him a lively Base offspring of Arkwright the barber, notion
What claim canst thou have upon Of what his own forced-meat balls
lords? would be.
'No-thanks to the taxes and debt, So on the Sec., in his glory, went Over that briny element,
And the triumph of papero'er guineas,
Our race of Lord Jemmys, as yet, Waving his hand, as he took farewell,
May defy your wholerabbleof Jennys/" With a graceful air, and bidding me tell Inquiring friends that the turtle and he Were gone on a foreign embassy- So saying, whip, crack, and away To soften the heart of a Diplomate, Went Corn in his cab through the Who is known to doat upon verdant fat, throng, And to let admiring Europe see, So madly, I heard them all say That calipash and calipee
Squire Oorn would be doron before Are the English forms of Diplomacy ! long.
THE DONKEY AND HIS PANNIERS.
Fessus jam sudat asellus,
So much that you'd swear he rejoiced in a load,
That-down the poor donkey fell, smack on the road.
What! Neddy, the patient, the prosperous Neddy,
For every description of job-work so ready!
Had just been proclaiming his donkey's renown,
When, lo, 'mid his praises, the donkey came down !
While Jenky the conjuror, wisest of all,
(Here Ned gave a stare)—was the cause of his fall.
*There, let him alone, and the fit will soon cease
And this is his mode of * transition to peace.”
Pronounced that too long without shoes he had gone-
(The wiseacres said), and he's sure to jog on.'
Exclaimed, Hoot awa, mon, you're a' gane astray,'—
They'd shoe their own donkeys with papier maché.'
Lay under his pannier, scarce able to groan,
To advisers whose ears were a match for his own.
As to see others' folly, roared out, as he passed-
Or your prosperous Neddy will soon kick his last !' Alluding to an early poem of Mr. Coleridge's the House, 'that we must return at last to the addressed to an ass, and beginning, 'I hail thee, food of our ancestors,' somebody asked Mr. T. brother!
what food the gentleman meant ? — Thistles, I * A certain country gentleman having said in suppose,' answered Mr. T.