TRIUMPH OF BIGOTRY. "College. We announced, in our last, that Lefroy and Shaw were returned. They were chaired yesterday; the Students of the College determined, it would seem, to imitate the mob in all things, harnessing themselves to the car, and the Masters of Arts bearing Orange flags and bludgeons before, beside, and behind the car." Dublin Evening Post, Dec. 20, 1832. Ay, yoke ye to the bigots' car, Ye chosen of Alma Mater's scions; · Fleet chargers drew the God of War, Great Cybele was drawn by lions, And Sylvan Pan, as Poets dream, Drove four young panthers in his team. Thus classical Lefroy, for once, is, Thus, studious of a like turn-out, He harnesses young sucking dunces, - To draw him as their Chief about, And let the world a picture see Of Dulness yoked to Bigotry: Showing us how young College hacks Can pace with bigots at their backs, As tho' the cubs were born to draw Such luggage as Lefroy and Shaw. Oh! shade of Goldsmith, shade of Swift, Bright spirits whom, in days of yore, This Queen of Dulness sent adrift, As aliens to her foggy shore; 1— Shade of our glorious Grattan, too, Whose very name her shame recalls; Whose effigy her bigot crew Reversed upon their monkish walls,2. 'T WAS graved on the Stone of Destiny,3 In letters four and letters three; And ne'er did the King of the Gulls go by But those awful letters scared his eye; For he knew that a Prophet Voice had said, "As long as those words by man were read, "The ancient race of the Gulls should ne'er "One hour of peace or plenty share." "This much I dare say, that, since lording and loitering hath come up, preaching hath come down, contrary to the Apostles' times. For they preached and lorded not: and now they lord and preach not. Ever since the Prelates were made Lords and Nobles, the plough standeth; there is no work done, the people starve."Latimer, "Sermon of the Plough." "ONCE more," said Jerome, "I'll run up and see How the Church goes on," and off set he. Just then the packet-boat which trades Betwixt our planet and the shades 2 Witness his well known pun on the name of his adversary Vigilantius, whom he calls facetiously Dormitantius. 3 The suspicion attached to some of the early Fathers of being Arians in their doctrine would appear to derive some confirmation from this passage. "But enough of Bishops I've had today," Said the weary Saint, -"I must away. "Tho' I own I should like before I go "To see for once (as I'm askt below "If really such odd sights exist) "A regular six-fold Pluralist." Just then he heard a general cry – "There's Doctor Hodgson galloping by!" "Ay, that's the man," says the Saint, 66 to follow," And off he sets with a loud view-hollo, At Hodgson's heels, to catch if he can A glimpse of this singular plural man. But, talk of Sir Boyle Roche's bird! 4 To compare him with Hodgson is absurd. "Which way, sir, pray, is the doctor gone? "He is now at his living at Hillingdon." "No, no, —you 're out, by many a mile, "He's away at his Deanery in Carlisle." "Pardon me, sir; but I understand "He's gone to his living in Cumberland.". "God bless me, no, he can't be there; "You must try St. George's, Hanover Square." Thus all in vain the Saint inquired, From living to living, mockt and tired;'T was Hodgson here, 't was Hodgson there, 'T was Hodgson nowhere, everywhere; Till fairly beat the Saint gave o'er And flitted away to the Stygian shore, To astonish the natives underground With the comical things he on earth had found. given up by all the rest of the orthodox world, is still pertinaciously adhered to by this Right Reverend scholar. 4 It was a saying of the well-known Sir Boyle, that "a man could not be in two places at once, unless he was a bird." |