So much for the merits sublime (With whose catalogue ne'er should I stop) Should you ask me, to which of the three Dr Eady must go to the wall. This Seraphic Doctor, in the preface to his last work (Vindicie Ecclesiæ Anglicana), is pleased to anathematize not only all Catholics. but all advocates of Catholics- They have for their immediate allies (he says) every faction that is banded against the State, every demaCoque, every irreligious and seditious journalist, every open and every insidious enemy to Monarchy and to Christianity, 2 See the late accounts in the newspapers of the appearance of this gentleman at one of the polur-offices, in consequence of an alleged lus maid of all work.. assault upon EPITAPH ON A TUFT-HUNTER. LAMENT, lament, Sir Isaac Heard, Put mourning round thy page, Debrett, For here lies one, who ne'er preferr'd A Viscount to a Marquis yet. Beside him place the God of Wit, And Love's own sister for an Earls. Did niggard fate no peers afford, He took, of course, to peers' relations; And, rather than not sport a lord, Put up with even the last creations. Even Irish names, could he but tag 'em With « Lord» and « Duke,» were sweet to call; And, at a pinch, Lord Ballyraggum Was better than no Lord at all. Heaven grant him now some noble nook, THE PETITION OF THE ORANGEMEN OF IRELAND. To the People of England, the humble Petition That, forming one seventh-within a few fractions- To keep us from murdering the other six parts; That, as to laws made for the good of the many, We humbly suggest there is nothing less true; As all human laws (and our own, more than any) Are made by and for a particular few;— That much it delights every true Orange brother That we love to behold, while Old England grows faint. A crown granted as a reward among the Romans to persons whe performed any extraordinary exploits upon wal's-such as salie them, battering them, etc. No doubt, writing upon them, to the estent that Di Eady does, would equally establish a claim to the hones. Whether tother saint, Dominic, burnt the devils pawWhether Edwy intrigued with Elgiva's old mother—' And many such points, from which Southey doth draw Conclusions most apt for our hating each other. That 't is very well known this devout Irish nation Has now, for some ages gone happily on, Believing in two kinds of Substantiation, One party in Trans, and the other in Con;2 That we, your petitioning Cons, have, in right Of the said monosyllable, ravaged the lands, And embezzled the goods, and annoy'd, day and night, Both the bodies and souls of the sticklers for Trans;—— That we trust to Peel, Eldon, and other such sages, For keeping us still in the same state of mind; Pretty much as the world used to be in those ages, When still smaller syllables madden'd mankind;- When the words ex and per3 served as well, to annoy One's neighbours and friends with, as con and trans now; And Christians, like Southey, who stickled for oi, That relying on England, whose kindness already That, as to the expense-the few millions, or so, Which for all such diversions John Bull has to pay'T is, at least, a great comfort to John Bull to know That to Orangemen's pockets 't will all find its way. For which your petitioners ever will pray, elc., etc., etc., etc., etc. A VISION. BY THE AUTHOR OF CHRISTABEL. «Up!» said the Spirit, and, ere I could pray All glimmering o'er with a doubtful light, To such important discussions as these the greater part of Dr Southey's Vindicia Ecclesiæ Anglican r is devoted. 2 Consubstantiation-the true reformed belief; at least, the belief of Luther, and, as Mosheim asserts, of Melancthon also. 3 When John of Ragusa went to Constantinople (at the time this dispute between ex, and • per● was going on), he found the Turks, we are told, laughing at the Christians for being divided by two such insignificant particles.. 4 The Arian controversy.—Before that time, says Hooker, ■ in order to be a sound believing Christian, men were not curious what syllables or particles of speech they used.. Around me flitted unnumber'd swarms Let it move as it might, could ever move on. These,» said the Spirit, « you plainly see, Are what are called Suits in Chaucery!» I heard a loud screaming of old and young, Or an Irish Dump (« the words by Moore») " I look'd, and I saw a wizard rise, To ask his name, when the screams without, NEWS FOR COUNTRY COUSINS. DEAR Coz, as I know neither you nor Miss Draper, As to Greece and Lord Cochrane, things could n't look better His Lordship (who promises now to fight faster) Hlas just taken Rhodes, and despatel'd off a letter To Daniel O'Connel, to make him Grand Master; From the Knights of St John to the Knights of St Dan)- From Russia the last accounts are, that the Czar- The late Emperor's night-caps, and thinks of bestowing One night-cap a-piece (if he has them to spare) Last advices from India-Sir Archy, 't is thought, Mix the lather, JOHNNY W-LKS, Now the frothy charm is ripe, Puffing Peter, bring thy pipe,Thou, whom ancient Coventry Once so dearly loved, that she Knew not which to her was sweeter, Peeping Tom or pufling Peter Puff the bubbles high in air, Such as haunt the dre uns of Jews Some, reflecting mines that lie Some, those virgin pearls that sleep Now's the moment-who shall first But, hark, my time is out-- Here the stage darkens,—a discordant crash is heard from the orchestra-the broken bubbles descend in a saponaceous but uncleanly mist over the heads of the Dramatis Persona, and the scene drops, leaving the bubble-hunters-all in the suds.] A DREAM OF TURTLE. BY SIR W. CURTIS. T WAS evening time, in the twilight sweet I was sailing along, when-whom should I meet, Strong indications of character may be sometimes traced in the rhymes to names. Marvell thought so, when he wrote • Sir Edward Sution, The foolish knight who rhymes to muiton,» An humble imitation of one of our modern poets, who, in a poem against war, after describing the splendid babiliments of the soldie postrophizes him- thou rainbow rafiian!, 3. Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee. 4 So called by a sort of Tuscan dulcification of the e, in the end - Chairman. When I spied him first, in the twilight dim «T is my Lord of ST-w-LL, taking a bath, And I hear him now, among the fishes, Quoting Vatel and Burgerdiscius!»> But, no-'t was, indeed, a turtle, wide Glued up the lips of a baronet! Ah, much did it grieve my soul to see But now, « a change came o'er my dream,»> On the back of that turtle sate a rider,- As made the turtle squeak with glee, These are not hands for earthly wringing--these!— Yet here I stand, untomb'd MILTIADES, Hear ye the groans that heave this burial-field?-- Cry from the dust-« Fight on! nor DARE to yield! Save ye our father-land! << Blunt with your bosom the barbaric spear! Break it within your breast; Then come, brave Greek! and join your brothers here In our immortal rest!»> Shall modern DATIS, Swoln with Syrian pride, Much has been done-but more remains to do- The trump that, on the Egean, glory blew, Asia's grim tyrant shudder'd at the sound, Murmur'd his horse-tail'd chieftainry around« Another Marathon!» Dodona, 'mid her fanes and forests hoar, And old Parnassus, with a lofty roar, High-bosom'd Greece, through her unnumber'd vales, Broke forth in glorious song! Her classic streams that plough the headlong dales, Thunder'd the notes along! But there's a bloodier wreath to gain, oh friends' If ye fight now no fiercer than the fiends, The feverish war-drum mingles with the fife And Moslem strikes at liberty and life,— Hark! how Citharon with his earthquake voice While Pluto bars, against the riving noise, Athenè, tiptoe on her crumbling dome, Gries-« Youth, ye must be men!» And Echo shouts within her rocky tomb,<< Greeks, become Greeks again!» The stone first brought, his living tomb to close, Matrons of Greece! will ye do less for foes, Let boyhood strike!-Let every rank and age Let him whose arm is mighty as his rage, Strike deep-strike home-strike through! |