In a figure I'll cloke Ireland's fate and her tears "Tis for facts, and not figures, we 're cag'd for two years. Then behold what a change-the complexion grows clear, Our vigour returns, and our hands are employ'd, We droop like-but hold! what the devil's come o'er me? That I rais'd up my eyes, and so rein'd in my tongue; INTERCEPTED CORRESPONDENCE. MR. EDITOR, A LETTER, of which the following is a faithful copy, was lately found on the person of a man of very suspicious appearance, upon Wimbledon Com mon. mon. The only account which he could give of himself, when brought to my office, was, that he had been employed to deliver the said letter to a gentleman in that neighbourhood, whose name he pretended not to recollect, alleging that he had two or three, or, for aught he knew, a dozen more. I thought proper to remand the prisoner for further examination; and, in the mean time, crave the aid of your valuable paper, to lay this document before the public; and as it bears neither date, signature, nor address, I trust to the sagacity of your readers to detect the author, and to develope the circumstances of this mysterious business. I have the honour to be, Mr. Editor, Your humble servant, ONE OF HIS MAJESTY'S Justices of PEACE Cur me querelis exanimas tuis? &c. &c. Vide Horace, Ode XVII. Lib. 2. Au! why these plaints, that downcast look? To rack my harass'd mind: (a) The gods themselves, as well as I, Take courage, man; what! would you die, Can I survive my better half, My tutor, prompter, prop, and staff? No-(b) I have said and sworn We ne'er should part; and, since I'm loth Let's e'en take hands, and journey both Together, dear J -n H (a) Nec Diis amicum est, nec mihi, Te prius obire, &c. (b) Non ego perfidum -ne. Together (c) Together to the shades we'll go, And hold our dialogues below, As we were wont at P-r-y: Our bond of union to untie Though leagued to haunt and bait us: The Sheriff's grim Gorgonian face, (e) (f) Though justice vote me to the Tower, To snatch me from perdition: To issue out another writ 1 rather would like Theseus sit, Than mute for want of cramming While you lie sick or shamming. (g) One planet rul'd when we were born; My Cancer and your Capricorn. (c) Dixi sacramentum: ibimus, ibimus, &c. (Non me Chimæræ spiritus igneæ, (e) Nec, si resurgat, centimanus Gyas Divellet unquam. Sic potenti Justitiæ placitumque Pareis. (g) Utrumque nostrum incredibili mode Consentit astrum. Te Jovis impio Tutela Saturno refulgens Eripuit, volucrisque fati Tardavit alas. Both Both tally to a hair: Jove's belt at odds with Saturn's ring, Strove which a certain neck should string: From me alike my horoscope (h) Arrests the threaten'd axe: the ball Though scor'd by his curst bullet. Some faun, no doubt a stickler warm With C-nn-g or with C-st-r-h, And you, my friend, more quartos fill'd (h) Me truncus illapsus cerebro PADDY PADDY M 'KEW, A NEW SONG ON THE DISCOVERY OF THE LATE HORRIBLE CONSPIRACY IN DUBLIN, COMMONLY CALLED "PADDY M'KEW'S PLOT *." [From the Morning Chronicle, Jan. 25.11 OCH! Paddy, you Papist, and how could you dare Of grammar and style for Lord Eld-n's delight; Give the d-1 his due, It was Providence surely that say'd us from you; And to Alderman B-rch, And a fig for your plot, Mr. Paddy M'Kew! That he wish'd he had known it in time for his book. Fit for those times of the fagot and stake, When good-natur'd men, like himself and the M-n-ster, Roasted each other for piety's sake... Och, Paddy, &c. Then here's to your health, my brave Earl of F-ng-ll! Who have sav'd church and state from this terrible shake; In life may you meet with no crosses at all, Except those which your own honest finger may make! And if you'll thus watch o'er the lives of your betters, The service, as usual, they'll gratefully pay, By letting you dance your old hornpipe in fetters, Och, Paddy M'Kew! Give the d-1 his due, &c. *For the air, see Moore's Melodies, 4th Number, "This life is all chequer'd." BRITISH |