you ould tub of the devil!—May every largement of scale and magnitude, the tester you have nibbled from poor good and bad qualities of the one were Michael Brennan, and that's my fa- those of the other. She was a fine ther's son, turn a red-hot shot to sink large three-decker, remarkably crowdand to confound you ! and may the ed, having nearly 500 supernumeraries ould fellow receive you, ship’s corpo on board at that time. Edward was rals, boatswain's mates, sodgers and hardly eight days on board her before all, into his own ugly bosom?" he became so heartily sick of the mo

They now hoisted sail, and gave the notonous life of a guard-ship, that he Grab three hearty farewell cheers, determined to volunteer for the first which were as cheerfully returned; vessel that offered, whatever she was. after which, throwing off the lashings, As they were coming almost daily down they set sail, and in less than forty from refitting in the rivers, his wish hours were safely along the Namur at was rot long ungratified ; and in a few the Nore, who received them with the days thereafter he went on board usual formalities.

the Tottumfog sloop of war, Charles We think it quite unnecessary to Switchem commander, along with fifty say any thing of the Namur, after be- others of all denominations in the ing so minute in our mention of the service. Grab; for excepting a necessary en



Inclosing his Journal and Poem. DEAR SIR, I AM at length enabled to address you myself, and am the more gratified at having it in my power to do so, as those whom I have employed at different times to forward my labours to Edinburgh, have always made my interests subservient to their own, and (anxiously desiring to scrape an acquaintance with the Editor of The MAGAZINE,) filled your pages with lying unintelligible trash, very much to the detriment of my poem, and to the deterioration of good taste and morals in general. I have done with secretaries for ever.

I enclose you the last Canto of Daniel O'Rourke, and a continuation of my Journal. You should have had it long ago, but that my time was almost entirely occupied since my recovery, with accepting the social invitations of my neighbours here, who do not think a party complete without my presence. This has been owing partly to my own convivial talents, but principally to the character of your Magazine. Indeed, like Mr Duffle your worthy contributor, it was no sooner known that I was Mr O’Fogarty who corresponded with Christopher North, Esq., than every door in the neighbourhood moved spontaneously on its hinges to admit one of the supporters of Blackwood's Magazine, (and, as I have been frequently termed) the Poet of Blarney.

Now that Daniel is finished, what shall I do next for you? Prose or poetry? it is all the same to me; grave or gay, humorous or pathetic, sober or satirical, morality or romance, history or-no, I cannot promise that, for I once threw off a folio History of Blarney Castle, which I offered to Mr ** and he refused the concern, alleging that I was not dull enough. Ever since, I have an aversion to the business; however, please yourself, but let me know as speedily as convenient.

I suppose Odoherty has already informed you that he is to spend the Christmas with me in Blarney; and the devil's in it if we do not make the “ welkin ring” when we both put our heads together for Maga. Remember me to him, and believe me,

Dear Sir,

Yours, &c.
Myrog Wood, Nov. 2, 1821.


An Epic Poem, in Six Cantos.



Volat ille per aëra magnum
Remigio alarum :
Volitans argenteus anser
Circum littora, circum
Piscosos scopulos humiles volat æquora juxta.

Æn. i. viii. iv. "Ω πόπου, και μάλ' ελαφρώς ανήρ, ως ρεία κυβιστά.

Iliad. n.
She went down to the well, and filled her pitcher and came up.

Genesis, xxiv. 16. πίκρους-χερνίβας τ'ανάξεται.

Eurip. Iphig. in Aulide.
Hail, wedded love, mysterious law, &c.

Par. Lost.

Dan. vii. I. [We have not room for the remaining 47 mottos.

C. N.]

1. 'Tis said a *gander once preserved a Capitol,

The truth of which I do not mean to doubt; It might be so perhaps, and yet mayhap it all

Was merely humbug, though not yet found out;
But, readers, what you learn from me, pray clap it all

Down in your minds, as sterling fact throughout,
As certain as that flirts are taught to titter,
That claret's toothsome, or that gall is bitter.

דָנִיאֵל חֵלֶם חֲזָה וְחָזָוֵי רֵאשֵׁהּ

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Such rhyme away: their filthy ribaldry

Will into shame the octave measure bring, For every thing within the grasp of such, Receives pollution from their filthy touch.

The goose-(I here jog onwards with my tale)

Address'd our hero in a way so bland,
That Dan no more appear’d to weep and wail,

But as he was desired stretch'd forth one hand,
And seized the leg, with t’other caught the tail.

The wings of his conductor broad expand, And quickly, through the balmy morning wind, The gander moves : the geese steer on behind.

6. Dan here address'd his guide, “ Pray, fly more downi,

For I cannot as yet descry the earth;
And when I can discern sweet Bantry's town,

(The darling place from whence I take my birth, A spot, I can assure you, of renown,

And where there's many a hospitable hearth) I'll shew you where I live, and you can pop Down to the door with me, and let me drop."

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8. “A dangerous rock it is," quoth Dan, “I know,

When the wind something southward sets from west; And many, a merry soul, both friend and foe,

Has made this bay his watery road to rest.” “ Twice fifteen men I once saw dash'd below,”

Exclaim'd the goose ;="'twas there I had my nest For full three years; but truly, such a shock Made me desert my long-frequented rock."

9. “ Indeed,” says Dan, “ we sometimes have a wreck

Much nearer home; and though I cannot say That I would wish one sailor broke his neck,

Or that the crew had aught but fairest play, Yet when there's rum or sugar at your beck,

He must be mad who'd not take both away; For, if the wind will dash them on the shore, We haste to save the cargom-nothing more.”

10. With chat like this, the pair pursued their way,

Apparently with Daniel's approbation ; The noble goose indeed seem'd quite au fait

At free and gentlemanly conversation ;

* See Dr Coplestone, and T. D. on Necessitarianism.

The same, in fact, that we hear every day,

When, in the sweet, though tiresome situation
Of sitting next a girl, we're bound to find

Small talk and news to occupy her mind.

And here, to bring my tale to due perfection,

I should inform my friends the route they took ;
But as I have for them some small affection,

And always for their approbation look,
I shall not pen just now, for their inspection,

Words that their throats, I think, could never brook;
But lest I should be blamed even by a stranger,
I'll give a few that will not jaws endanger.

They bravely sped o'er Thoumuldheeshig's plain,

And cross'd the summit of Glendeeloch's mount;
Scudded along +Lord Bantry's rich demesne,

And poised a moment o'er Bosfordha's fount;
Then dash'd above the wilds of dark Drishane,

And other grounds too tedious now to count.
For why should I such information purvey,
For those who can procure *Hor. Townsend's survey?


'Twas here Dan first obtain'd a glimpse of land;

But what the place, he knew no more than he
Who dwells among the Antipodean band,

That walk upon their heads so merrily.
Again he groans, and, slipping up his hand

From off the tail, grasps fast in agony.
The goose's wing, and sobbing like a child,
With trembling accents, and with features wild,

Asks in submissive terms the gander's route,

And whither he was going : Home, my
To take you home.”—“Oh! Lord, sir, you are out

Much in your reck’ning, and you'd make me glad,
If you'd just stop yourself, and turn about,

For none that were not altogether mad
Would seek for Bantry in a place like this.”-
Be quiet, Dan, the way I shall not miss.”-

“ But sure I know where Bantry's very well,

And this is not the road. Oh my! Oh my !||
I think that all of you came out of hell,

To use a Christian this way in the sky;
I'd rather sure that from the moon I fell,

Than be this shuttlecock. God bless you, try
And fly down lower. Oh! I knew, I knew,

rogues were all one party. Alleluh !

• Places about Bantry-bay.

+ The family, at the date of this poem, was not ennobled; but then, as now, it was good.

# Survey of Co. Cork, by Rev. Hor. Townsend—the best work of the kind extant.

ll A Hibernian Lamentation, corresponding with the Italian rhyme, which Vallancey would say was derived from it.

§ An exclamation not to be confounded with Alleluia, it being rather differento

16. « Och ! now I see you plainly want my life,

And I may just as well be murder'd here; So let me drop upon the rocks; my wife

Will find me out, and fetch the parish bier, And wake me, notwithstanding all our strife;

So let me drop down straight there, do you hear? And when they find my carcase cold and bloody, The folks will mind my brats, the priest, poor Judy."

The goose made no reply-but journey'd on,

Silent and calm as infaney asleep;
And now the trayellers o'er land had gone,

And moved above the bosom of the deep,
The mighty deep, whose glorious surface shone

One boundless mirror ; while the sails that sweep
Along its surface in perspective seem,
Like little motes within the solar beam.

And here could Contemplation fill her soul,

And weave her holy deep imaginings ;
Here as the ever-living waters roll,

Could Fancy soar upon her airy wings
To other worlds that “ gild the glowing pole,"

As Pope (whom Bowles says is no poet) sings.
(These controversies sure the devil sent them
ìo bother us with *Byron, Bowles, and Bentham.)

19. This would have been a famous time for judging

Whether the ocean's picturesque or not,
When on its surface not a ship is budging,

Nor aught its clear unruffled face to blot ;
Byron and Bowles, I fear, would then be grudging

Dan, if he cut so Gordian-like a knot.
They need not fear. Dan ne'er read Aristotle ;
His taste being solely given to the bottle.

“ This evening,” blubber'd Dan, “ I had no notion,

When I left home, to take a cup of ale,
That I'd be thus a-soaring 'bove the ocean,

Stuck to the feathers of a goose's tail ;
Oh! then I promise if I e'er this woe shun,

Never to taste a drop at any meal:
But 'tis all over I'm half froze”-A groan
Bursts from his heart, a piteous Hullagone.

21. And now the bird had wing'd it far away

Over the waste of waters. Not a stain,
Or spot of land, deform’d the mighty bay,

But all was one immeasureable main,
As calm as lake in summer's mid-noon ray,

Parent alike of pleasure and of pain,
One day of thousand deaths the mighty spring,
The next a pillow for the Zephyr's wing.

• Authors of certain pamphlets noticed by us. C. N.

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