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Stretch'd out his leg, and opening wide his paw,
Down through the air. The goose above him saw
A whirling eddy oped its ravening maw:
Ring in his ears, and gurgle in his throat;
Bump on a rock, or some long founder'd boat.
And to the surface oft essay'd to float:
But the next wave upraised him in a dash;
Where fishes bit ;-and now another splash
But just before ; when suddenly a crash
And when I wed you, 'twas a bitter lot:-
If served aright, you should rest there to rot.”
But when he saw 'twas neither shark nor whale,
But Judy his own wife, in act to cast -
A bumper just as brimful as the last,
And ’scaped the waterspout, which by him past; “ Leave off," says he, “ and better manners learn: O Judy, Judy, why art thou so stern?"-*
40. “ How can you ask ?" quoth she, “ you drunken dog,
Who never come beneath this wicked roof, That you can move away, but like a log,
Lie quite knock'd up, and helpless. Keep aloof From Mountain daisies--that you shall, you hog,
Next time I cateh you this way, hand and hoof 1'11 have you pinion'd smartly, I engage: You know not yet what 'tis to rouse my rage.”
41. « Och! peace !” says Dan ; “ I promise on my word,
Never to drink as I have done to-night ; But 'twas no joke or rather 'twas absurd,
To souse me so with water : such a fright
Queerer than ever chanced to mortal wight:
Full in his arms, and smack'd her with a kiss; (The plan most excellent, upon my life,
Of stopping women's angry mouths is this..)
Her hands of water full, of fire her phiz :
Vapour'd about the honour of her house How Mrs Blake's well practised clapper ran,
Reviling men addicted to carouseHow she at last was pacified-how Dan
Begg’d (but in vain) permission from his spouse To take for fear of cold, but one more glassBeing in haste I here beg leave to passi
44. In fine, they routed Blake, who stretch'd along
The hearth was dreaming, but more pleasantly, And sallying out, moved off the staggering throng,
(For, entre nous, the girls had spiced their tea.) But, spite of vows, next night, believe my song,
The friends attack'd the grog, and gallantly
MORAL OF THE WHOLE POEM.
PINDAR. MANKIND! ye learn from this with truth, that slaughter Of brandy can't be cured by pails of water.
* See Milman's Samor, the Lord of the Bright City.
“O duty, duty, why art thou so stern !" Somewhat similar. I prefer my own.
Erplicit. Daniel O'Rourke is at length concluded.
The composition of this poem has beguiled many a weary moment, and, I trust, purified by the sweet sentimentalities of poetry many an hour which might else have been devoted to subjects less sacred. That it can make a deep and lasting impression on the morals of my country, is my wish, though my modesty forbids me to say my expectation : but if one reader rises from its perusal with a heart better adapted for the reception of the sublime and devotional--if one spirit has been refreshed by the inspiration of holy musings while reading it-if one better citizen, one better man, has been made by the work I have just finished, I shall not look upon my labour to have been in vain.
GLORY OF BLARNEY'S CASTELLATED TOWN;
NOW THAT THY POEM, WORK OF 'HIGH RENOWN,
I HAIL THEE IN THIS SONNET, BARD DIVINE !
IN VERSE PERHAPS NOT DELICATE OR FINE,
AS O'ER THE BOTTLE SHOOTS THE ASPIRING CORK,
FROM THE CLOSE FLASK WHERE STREAMS OF SODA WORK,
Quoth Thos. JENNINGS,
Water School of Poetry
[In addition to the Sonnet presented to us by the great Bard of Soda, we have been favoured with the following lines from the able pen of a favourite Correspondent. We trust our friend Mr Fogarty's notorious and national modesty will not be put to the blush by the well-deserved encomiums contained in them.-C. N.]
TO FOGARTY O'FOGARTY, ESQ. OF BLARNEY.
While England's tongue survives-or, what's the same,
Quoth D. DICK,
BRIEF ABSTRACT OF MR O'FOGARTY'S JOUANAL
On looking over my journal I find was a gentleman of good family resiit so barren of incident, that I do not ding in the Old Town of Edinburgh, think it worth my while to send it where his wealth, talents, and general entire. Take then this short abstract. virtues, render him the life of society, On the 5th ult. I rose after nearly and the idol of Auld Reekie. He four months' confinement to bed. I amuses himself, I continued, by conhad experienced a sad randling during ducting the greatest literary work of that time. My skin like a lady's loose modern times—by which he makes gown hung about me--my jaws were about six thousand a-year, * (was I drawn in--my face hatchety-my eyes right?) which, as well as his private sunk and hollow—and my clothes in- property, (a very considerable one,) he vested my once goodly person with as spends in such a bounteous hospitality, little congruity as a flour-bag would that he is in general suspected to be an act the part of waistcoat to a spit. Irishman.“Yes," said my noble friend, The entries for a week in my diary, “my son, who was, you know, of Execonsist chiefly of notes of squabbles ter, Oxon, told me he heard as much with my doctors-who one and all from a friend of his, Mr Buller, of seemed leagued in a conspiracy to Brazen Nose, ho spent some days, a starve me. I was firm, however, and couple of years ago, with him on a succeeded in unkennelling them;
from party in the Highlands, when Lord which day I got visibly better. I was Fife, Prince Leopold, and other dissoon able to despatch my commons tinguished persons, were part of his with my usual activity. My person company. He had with him at that acquired its wonted amplitude and time a pleasant, and very prime my eye resumed its old fire. I could poet, of the name of Hogg, in his give a halloo with ancient fortitude train, of whom Buller told queer stoof lungs, and in fact was completely ries. My son, who was a crackre-established. On the 14th, while I man in Oxford, had an idea of contriwas in the act of polishing the wheel buting to North, but since he has been of my salmon-rod, my old friend, the returned for this ruinous county, he Earl of ******** called on me en pas- he has not an hour to himself.' In sant. “ The good-natured, black- this way his Lordship and I beguiled whiskered,” (to speak regally, for it an hour, chatting about the two prowas by this title, you know, the King minent subjects of discourse in Ireland addressed him on the pier at Howth,) at present, his Majesty (if indeed it was delighted to see me pulling up, be proper to call the King a subject) and congratulated me on my recovery. and the Magazine. He pressed me He told me all the Dublin chit-chat hard to go with him to Myros, offerabout his Majesty, who, he said, was ing me his carriage, if I did not find quite pleased at meeting him, and myself well enough to bestride my. shook his hand with the utmost cordi- chesnut, Donnelly, but I then declined ality. I had many an anecdote from it. I am, however, there this moment, him which escaped the knowledge of and am writing this Journal in great the mere mob.” The king's private haste in his library, on some of his parties were quite au fuit-and he best wire-wove. On the 15th, Father captivated those who had the honour Buzzhun, with whom I have corresof being admitted to his own imme- ponded from the commencement of diate circle, as effectually as in public my poem, wrote me from Glangariffe, he by his demeanour won the hearts enclosing some Latin verses, narrating of the rest of the population. Our the catastrophe of the poem in a difconversation then turned upon my ferent manner. To oblige the old genpoem, of which he, like every body tleman, I put them in my notes ; they else, spoke in terms of the highest appear to me to be as good as Frere's, commendation-but modesty forbids in his 3d Canto of Whistlecraft, me to detail what he said on this which, after all, is the best and most point. But who the devil, says his pleasantly humorous thing in the Lordship, is North? I told him he ottava rima. From this to the 29th, I
* Considerably under the mark. C.N.
spent my time in ranging the hills, pulled, and a ball in the evening, glens, and bogs, to the devastation of flanked by a supper by no means to
the feathered tribes, and the demoli- be sneez’d at. There was a good deal of I tion of the dinners of my friends. I singing-none, however, equal to Pam once more stout as buck or bear Braham's. I have a great mind to si Fogarty's himself again, as I display- write a full account of this affair, as I
ed on the 25th, (the day of Crispin think it would make a decentish arCrispian, as Harry the Fifth remarks,) ticle for the Star of Edina. Thorp at a great dinner party on the rocks, sung, pretty well, a song of his own where I played a knife and fork to composition, in honour of the Coronathe manifest astonishment of the na- tion-day. It is well enough for one not tive tribes. We were quite jolly,- yet hardened in the
poetry. boat-race in the morning, right well
Drink a health to King George in a long choking sup? 下。
For we are the lads can drown sorrow and spleen,
And, till Sol's in the ocean, we'll dance on the Green.” It is superfluous to say that the even- are the most personally abusive ani. ing was spent quite in a genteel man- mals of the species. They only cry now ner, and that many gentlemen, of the because they are hurt. I perceive ramost sagacious understandings, were ther an impertinent allusion to my poehighly indebted to the intellectual try, by Mr Trott of London. I know faculty of their horses in their return that shaver. I remember one night, or homeward.
morning, after coming from the eccenOn the 26th, I got the last Number trics, meeting him at the Cyder Celby express, and a right good one it is. lar, in a state of civilation; and he was But what a sputter about personalities! so impertinent about Hireland, that, If I were in North's place, I should to avoid disputes, I was obliged to not give myself a moment's uneasiness throw him up stairs into the street. about the crying out of the whigs, who This is the meaning of his slap at Blar