ty, as our old friend Jeremy very pro- appearing as periodically as the seasons perly denominates it. Sylvanus should themselves,-- Epigrams which look as have superintended our obituaries. dismal as epitaphs, and songs which Horace Walpole might have arranged seem elegies miscalled, are the ordiour nicknacks ; and Voltaire, who nary stuff of which the venerable Sylwould have been delighted at the idea vanus weaves his monthly chaplet of of writing in our Magazine, might poetical flowers. It must certainly have officiated as our jack of all trades. have been a most comfortable and soOur readers will observe we say no. lacing reflection to the young manuthing of the author of Junius. We are facturers of these useful articles, the inabove mysteries, but there is a delica- genious youths of sixty years ago, who cy in this case which restrains us. In now, alas ! having lost the fire of their fact, to tell the truth, we wrote the younger days, write for the Edinburgh book ourself, when our politics and Review, and “My Grandmother," to our principles were not properly fixed. think that such a good-natured reposiWe must,

however, observe, as a kind tory was extant, which, like the poors of corollary to the preceding, that there box in a church, was continually open is yet another instance in which our for the contributions of the well-dispomodesty has prevented us from coming sed. But now, indeed, Tempora mutanopenly forward, and receiving in our tur et nos mutamur in illis. Editors own person the acclamations and plau- are grown hard hearted, and constant dits of the world. There is yet another readers, as well as constant writers,

instance in which our possession of plead in vain. We will not number i Gyges's Ring has procured us the the hosts of young men, " smit with

immunities of invisibility. This ex- the love of poetry and prate," whose cusable instance-but no-we will not hearts we have broken by our repeated anticipate, or withdraw the veil-we refusals, sometimes, indeed, embittered will leave it to futurity to determine with the shafts of our wit, yet really what is this third and greatest claim of the number is quite alarming. We Christopher North to pre-eminence in are not without our fears of awaking letters.

some night, like King Richard the But we are, in the mean time, di- Third, to see our victims pass in regressing entirely from the subject; a view before us, upbraiding us with mode of writing, to use the phrase of our cruelty. We wish, too, we had that eminent auctioneer Mr Smirk, not similar cruelties to the fair sex to

pleasant, but wrong." We began charge ourselves with ; yet such is the with Sylvanus, and we have ended melancholy case. It is an ascertained with ourselves, a topic certainly inex- fact, that two sempstresses died within haustible. In short, good reader, what the last month of a decline, into which champaigne is to homely black strap, our neglect of the Odes of the one and are we when compared with our wor the Stanzas of the other had precipi. thy predecessor. "Nevertheless, there tated them. We are accused of being are times and seasons when plain severe; but we assure our readers, that dishes are grateful to the palate, and, no sooner were we made acquainted after the flash and glare of our pages, with their melancholy situation, than it may not be unamusing to look back we hobbled out as fast as our gouty at the sober and serious miscellany of limbs allowed us, to be the messenger Sylvanus, who, good man! takes care of glad tidings to them, and offer them, that his guests shall never injure their if necessary for their recovery, the health by interdicted spiceries. We long-desired admission. will, therefore, with thy permission, however, too late. “Mr North,” said our gentle friend, just tumble over one of them, “ your kind attention his coronation volume for the year is unavailing; we are now going fast 1761. And first of all, we must ob- to the bourne, from which, to use the serve, that the poetry is sad stuff. It expression of Shakspeare, no traveller is all of that particular sort which returns; yet, why should we deny it, neither gods nor men are said to per- it would be some consolation to us mit. Tales, Acrostics, Verses to Miss before we die, to see ourselves in A. Miss B. and all the Misses in the Blackwood's Magazine. We should alphabet.- Odes to Narcissa, Næra, then have finished our concerns on this Cloe, and other names of classical no- side of the grave.' Our good readers' toriety,–Stanzas on the Four Seasons, will believe that we could not refuse Vol. X.


We were,

2. Wherein it is But ye remorseless rhymesters, spare the King ! earnestly requested of

Have some compassion on your own liege Lord ! the poets of Oh! it would be a most terrific thing Dublin, not to slay the

Were he to death by Dublin poets bored. King after the See three sweet singers out of College bray, Ankerstroem

And all the aldermen have hired a bard, or Ravillac. The Castle, too, its ode, I ween, will pay,

And the newspapers have their pens prepared.
Be silent, then, and mute, ye unpaid fry!
Let none attempt to greet the King, save such great bards as I.

fashion of





MY DEAR SIR, -As I lifted up my voice, and wept over the great nationail calamity which overspread my native land last year, (I need not say the death of Sir Daniel,) I think it right to rejoice now in the general joy of Ireland at the arrival of the King. I choose the same metre as that which I used in the Luctus, it being, as Beattie well observes of the Spenserian stanza, equally adapted to the grave and the gay. Of course, as before, I recommend it to be sung by my old friend Terry Magrath. The Director at the corner will be saying every where that it was he who wrote this song, or at least that he connived at it, but don't believe him, it being all excogitated by

My dear sir,
Your's till death us do part,

R. D. R. CORK INSTITUTION, Aug. 1, 1821.


(TuraGroves of Blarney.] Synoptical Analysis for the Benefit of Young Persons studying this Song.

Stanza I. Welcome in general ; in the following verses the specific excellencies of Ireland are stated. Stanza II. 1. National meat and drink and valour. Stanza III. 2. National riot in a superior stiye. Stanza IV. 3. National music. Stanza V. 4. National oratory. Stanza VI. 5. National gallantry. Stanzas VII. and VIII. National uproari. ousness. All these offered for the diversion of the King.

You're welcome over, my royal rover,

Coming in clover to Irish ground,
You'll never spy land, like this our island,

Lowland or Highland, up or down!
Our hills and mountains, our streams and fountains,

Our towns and cities all so bright,
Our salt-sea harbours, our grass-green arbours,

Our greasy larders will glad your sight.

'Tis here you'll eat, too, the gay potato,

Being a root to feed a king;
And you'll get frisky upon our whisky,

Which, were you dumb, would make you sing ;

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5. Then there's our speaking, and bright speech-making,

Which, when you hear, 'twill make you jump ; When in its glory it comes before you,

'Twould melt the heart of a cabbage stump. 'Tis so met'phoric, and paregoric,

As fine as Doric or Attic Greek, 'Twould make Mark Tully look very dully,

Without a word left in his cheek.

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“Oh, Sire! though your will were as hard to attain,
As Gibraltar of old to the efforts of Spain,
The men who surround you will stand, and have stood,
To the last dearest drop of their ink and their blood.

Derry down, &c.
"From the Land's End to far Johnny Groat's, if a man
From Cornwall's rude boors to MacAllister's clan,
Dare raise up his voice 'gainst the church or the state,
We have blisters by dozens to tickle his pate.

Derry down, &c.
“We have Morris, the potent physician of Wales,
And Tickler, whose right-handed blow never fails,
And him, who from loyalty's path never wander'd,
Himself, swate Odoherty, knight of the standard.

Derry down, &c.
“ We have sage Kempferhausen, the grave and serene ;
And Eremus Marischall from far Aberdeen ;
Hugh Mullion, the Grass-market merchant so sly,
With his brethern Malachi and Mordecai.

Derry down, &c.
“ We have also James Hogg, the great shepherd Chaldean,
As sweetly who sings as Anacreon the Teian;
We have Delta, whose verses as smooth are as silk;
With bold William Wastle, the laird of that ilk.

Derry down, &c. “We have Dr Pendragon, the D. D. from York, Who sports in our ring his huge canvas of cork; And General Izzard, the strong and the gruff, Who despatches his foes with a kick and a cuff,

Derry down, &c. “ We have Seward of Christchurch, with cap and with gown, A prizeman, a wrangler, and clerk of renown; · And Buller of Brazen-nose, potent to seek A blinker for fools, from the mines of the Greek.

Derry down, &c.
“ Nicol Jarvie from Glasgow, the last, and the best
Of the race, who have worn a gold chain at their breast;
And Scott, Jamie Scott, Dr Scott, a true blue,
Like the steel of his forceps as tough and as true.

Derry down, &c.
“ We have Ciecro Dowden, who sports by the hour,
Of all the tongue-waggers the pink and the flower;
And Jennings the bold, who has challenged so long
All the nation for brisk soda-water, and song.

Derry down,” &c.
Methought that the King look'd around him, and smiled ;
Every phantom of fear from his breast was exiled,
For he saw those whose might would the demagogue chain,
And would shield from disturbance the peace of his reign.

Derry down, &c.
But the best came the last, for with duke and with lord,
Methought that we feasted, and drank at the board,
Till a something the bliss of my sweet vision broke-
'Twas the watchman a-bawling, “'Tis past ten o'clock."

Derry down, &c.

But before I conclude, may each man at this board
Be as glad as a king, and as drunk as a lord;
There is nothing so decent, and nothing so neat,
As, when rising is past, to sit still on our seat.

Derry down, &c.



soul, and the very Antipodes of narTime makes a few changes, not only rowness and regularity, he breaks in kingdoms and manners, but also in through all humdrum restraints, and periodicals. We have now got before follows wherever the irrepressible and us thelucubrations of Sylvanus Urban, inexhaustible elasticity of his mind Gent. for the year 1761, and have impels him. much amused ourselves with contrast We have often smiled within ouring them with the magazine labours of selves at the thought of the consternathe present day, and more especially tion which a Number of our Work with our own. What an alteration would have caused about sixty years has the interval between two corona- since, were it possible for one to have tions produced !-Sylvanus Urban and appeared, even but in a vision, to our Christopher North. The one is an forefathers. The venerable Sylvanus antithesis of the other. The latter is would instaneously have been petrified all life, buoyancy, and fire, while the with surprise, and, like old Eli, would former is the personification of home- have fallen down in his chair at the liness and heaviness. The tendency news and broke his back. The whole of the one is continually upwards, tribe of allegory and essay writers while the other is carried downwards would have been compelled to use the by supernatural force of gravitation, exclamation of Othello, and mourn We never say or write a dull or stupid over their departed vocation. After thing, while our worthy predecessor one smack of the high-flavoured and proses and doses to eternity. We are, exciting viands of our table, the public however, mindful of the ties of rela- taste would have become too fastidious tionship which subsist between us, and to relish the homeliness of their orditherefore do not scorn the humbler, but nary repasts. Nothing plain or unequally necessary pages, of that ancient seasoned would have served ; our litepattern of urbanity. He was to us rary cookery would have tickled them what the frugal shopkeeper, the founder too much to allow them to bear with of his family, is to the dashing young less skilful and scientific provisions. heir his grandson, who inherits the What a pity that “My Grandmother, accumulated products of his industry. respectable old woman as she is, did The one, mindful of pounds, shillings, not take to writing in those days ! then, and pence, keeps to his dirty shop in undoubtedly, was her time. Why she Threadneedle Street, or Mincing Al would have been considered as a very ley, and jogs along the “even tenor of prodigy amongst her kind for clever his way,” without ever emerging into writing. Even her lumbering heavi. the airy regions of gaiety and fashion. ness, which renders her rather a danTo him all the world' is contained gerous article on shipboard, might in within the limits of his daily occupa- those happy days have been considertion ; he has no idea of further extend- ed as volatility itself. Such is the ing his researches. Bond Street and misfortune of not paying sufficient atBerkeley Square are no more to him tention to times and seasons in our than the Giants’ Causeway or the enterprizes, and of being born either Orkney Islands—he is satisfied in his too soon or too late. But we were own sphere. His successor, on the speaking of ourselves. We can picture other hand, looks not to the east, but the astonishment which would have to the west. Full of the spirit of youth pervaded the world of literature had and life, he scatters around him his one of our Numbers, for instance the income with generous prodigality of present, been able to anticipate its

See Don Juan.

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