VI. If thus, by love of executions, Thou think'st amiss; Deem, to think true, All Constitutions bad, but those bran new. [AUTHOR UNKNOWN.] No. XXXV. [In the course of a speech in the Irish House of Commons on February 19th, 1798, Lord Moira praised the loyalty of his tenants at Ballynahinch, condemned the rigour of the Government, and proposed conciliatory measures. But soon after an insurrection broke out at Ballynahinch, and arms were found in Lord Moira's woods, put there by his own tenantry.] July 9. The following popular Song is said to be in great vogue among the Loyal Troops in the North of Ireland. The Air, and the turn of the Composition, are highly original. It is attributed (as our Correspondent informs us) tọ a Fifer in the Drumballyroney Volunteers. BALLYNAHINCH. A NEW SONG. I. A CERTAIN great statesman, whom all of us know, Declared from this maxim he never would flinch, II. The great Statesman, it seems had perus'd all their faces And been mightily struck with their loyal grimaces; While each townsman had sung, like a throstle or finch, "We are all of us loyal at Ballynahinch." III. The great Statesman return'd to his speeches and readings, IV. Determin'd their landlord's fine words to make good, They hid Pikes in his haggard, cut Staves in his wood; And attack'd the King's troops-the assertion to clinch, That no town is so Loyal as Ballynahinch. V. O! had we but trusted the Rebel's professions, Met their cannon with smiles, and their pikes with concessions : Tho' they still took an ell, when we gave them an inch, CANNING, C.M. DE NAVALI LAUDE BRITANNIÆ. * Hibernicè pro French. Fundamenta, quibus cultæ commercia vitæ Tu medio stabilita mari, atque ingentibus undis Limite regna patent (quanto neque maxima quondam Ergone formidabis adhuc, nec se inferat olim, Nec levibus sanè auguriis, aut omine nullo Noctem inter mediam nimborum, hyemesque sonantes, Viribus his innixa, saloque accincta frementi, Talia sunt tibi perpetuæ fundamina famæ, Ante alias diis cara, Britannia! Prælia cerno Inclyta, perpetuos testes quid maxima victrix, Quid possis preclara tuo, maris arbitra, ponto. Hæc inter, sanctas æternâ laude calendas Servandas recolo, quibus illa, immane minata Gentibus excidium, et totum grassata per orbem, Illa odiis lymphata, et libertate recenti Gallia, disjectam ferali funere classem Indoluit devicta, et non reparabile vulnus. Tempore quo instructas vidit longo ordine puppes Rostratâ certare acie, et concurrere ad arma, Ætheraque impulsu tremere, Uxantisque per undas Lugubre lumen agi, atque rubentem fulgure fumum. Cerno triumphatas acies, quo tempore Iberûm Quid referam, nobis quæ nuper adorea risit, Cerno pias ædes procùl, et regalia quondam Atria, cæruleis quæ præterlabitur undis Velivolus Thamesis; materno ubi denique nautas Excipis amplexu, virtus quoscumque virilis Per pelagi impulerit discrimina, quælibet ausos Pro Patriâ. Hic rude donantur, dulcique senescunt Hospitio emeriti, placidâque quiete potiti Vulnera præteritos jactant testantia casus. Mactè ideò decus Oceani! macte omne per ævum Nec tantùm quæ mille acies in utrumque parantur, ETONENSIS. CANNING, B. No. XXXVI. July 9. NEW MORALITY. FROM mental mists to purge a nation's eyes; To drag reluctant Dullness back to-day; ΙΟ |