AUTHOR.

Logb Fię !fie!

'Tis poor, 'tis narrow policy,

and contempt on the name of the King-a name which ought never to be compromised on any topic whatever, ought never to be exposed to the common handling of public disquisition.

With what flagrant and impudent misrepresentations must these men have poisoned the King's ear, if they have succeeded in making him perversely hostile to the Irish Roman Catholics-a body of men who have the strongest devotion and attachment, not only to his Majesty's political, but to his personal character, and who would set a value on his Majesty's countenance and favour only inferior to that which they would attach to the benignity of their God.*

Parnell's Hist. Apology, p. 166.

*We have heard Irish Catholics, who have had only a glimpse of his Majesty's person on Windsor terrace, speak of him with a fervour and delight which we never witnessed in an Irish Protestant, who only loves his King as a Dublin coal-merchant does a foul wind, because it encreases his monopoly.

Note, Ibid.

Unworthy of a generous State,

Whose actions should at least be great.*

To stoop to low chicaneries,

And special-pleading subtleties.

Think you before the bargain made

Its value was not duly weigh'd?

But where the prejudice is strong,

The judgment ever must be wrong;

Nor ought can argument

avail

Against Self-interest's iron mail;

No longer let us vainly try it,

I'll tell a tale, do you apply it.

* If not always justly, at least act always greatly.

PIZARRO.

...

PETER, MARTIN,

AND

THE SQUIRE.

A TALE.

IN a snug village, long ago,

But where, it matters not to know,

There lived a squire of good estate,

Not given much to cogitate,

But oftener with his hounds than books:

Fresh, ruddy health glow'd in his looks,

And nerved his arm: at quarter staff

And cudgels, 'twould have made you laugh

To see how easily he crack'd

The crowns of all that him attack'd.

Gen'rous, and just, and liberal,

His carriage free, and kind to all,
With spirit what he had he spent,

His plenteous tables kept no Lent;

But at his hospitable door

Fed daily blind, and lame, and poor.

Stern to his foe; but to his friend, gun

His lavish kindness knew no end:19 1

Do him a service, and his gold

Would pay your service twenty-fold ;,

And oft, by rogues, imposed upon,..

He paid for service never done.

Still he had failings, there's no doubt

Alas! what mortal is without?*