If, callous, thou dost not mistake,
And murder for mild Mercy's sake;

And think thou followest Pity's call

When slaughter'd thousands round thee fall:
Know this,

Thou think'st amiss;

And to think true,

Must conquer Prejudice, and think anew.

If when good men are to be slain,
Thou hear'st them plead, nor plead in vain,
Or, when thou answerest, if it be

With one jot of humanity:

Know this,

Thou think'st amiss;

And to think true,

Must pardon leave to fools, and think anew.

If when all Kings, Priests, Nobles hated,
Lie headless, thy revenge is sated,

Nor thirsts to load the reeking block

With heads from thine own murd'rous flock;

Know this,

Thou think'st amiss;

And to think true,

Thou must go on in blood, and think anew.

No. XXXV.

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) to a Fifer in the Drumballyroney Volunteers.

BALLYNAHINCH.

A NEW SONG.

I.

A CERTAIN great Statesman, whom all of us know,
In a certain Assembly, no long while ago,
Declared from this maxim he never would flinch,

"That no town was so Loyal as Ballynahinch."

II.

The great Statesman, it seems, had perused all their faces,
And being 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;

And the Ballynahinchers resumed their proceedings;

They had most of them sworn " We'll be true to the Frinch,"*

So Loyal a town was this Ballynahinch!

IV.

Determined 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 Rebels' professions,

Met their cannon with smiles, and their pikes with concessions:

Though they still took an ell, when we gave them an inch,

They would all have been Loyal-like Ballynahinch.

*Hibernicè pro French.

DE NAVALI LAUDE BRITANNIÆ.

SUCCESSU si freta brevi, fatisque secundis,
Europæ sub pace vetet requiescere gentes,
Inque dies ruat ulteriùs furialibus armis
Gallia, tota instans à sedibus eruere imis
Fundamenta, quibus cultæ commercia vitæ

Firmant se subnixa ;-tuisne, Britannia, regnis

Ecquid ab hoste times; dum te alba, unde Albion audis,

Saxa tuentur adhuc, magnoque Tridente potiris,

Dum pelagus circumfusis te fluctibus ambit?

Tu medio stabilita mari, atque ingentibus undis Cincta sedes; nec tu angusto, Vulcania tanquam Trinacris, interclusa sinu; nec faucibus arctis Septa freti brevis, impositisque coercita claustris. Liberiora tibi spatia, et porrecta sine ullo

Limite regna patent (quanto neque maxima quondam Carthago, aut Phoenissa Tyros, ditissima tellus

Floruit imperio) confinìaque ultima mundi.