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to listen to, without recalling some period or event to thinking that it is possible to love our country very which their expression seems peculiarly applicable. zealously, and to feel deeply interested in her honour Sometimes, when the strain is open and spirited, yet and happiness, without believing that Irish was the shaded here and there by a mournful recollection, we language spoken in Paradise ;' that our ancestors were can fancy that we behold the brave allies of Mon- kind enough to take the trouble of polishing the trose,' marching to the aid of the royal cause, notwith- Greeks ;? or that Abaris, the Hyperborean, was a na. standing all the perfidy of Charles and his ministers, tive of the North of Ireland. and remembering just enough of past sufferings to By some of these archæologists, it has been imaenhance the generosity of their present sacrifice. gined that the Irish were early acquainted with counThe plaintive melodies of Carolan take us back to the ter-point;4 and they endeavour to support this contimes in which he lived, when our poor countrymen jecture by a well-known passage in Giraldus, where were driven to worship their God in caves, or to quit he dilates, with such elaborate praise, upon the beaufor ever the land of their birth (like the bird that ties of our national minstrelsy. But the terms of this abandons the nest which human touch has violated ;) eulogy are too vague, too deficient in technical accuand in many a song do we hear the last farewell of racy, to prove that even Giraldus himself knew any the exile,? mingling regret for the ties he leaves at thing of the artifice of counter-point. There are home, with sanguine expectations of the honours many expressions in the Greek and Latin writers that await him abroad—such honours as were won on which might be cited, with much more plausibility, the field of Fontenoy, where the valour of Irish to prove that they understood the arrangement of Catholics turned the fortune of the day in favour of music in parts;s yet I believe it is conceded in genethe French, and extorted from George the Second (ral by the learned, that, however grand and pathetic that memorable exclamation, “Cursed be the laws the melodies of the ancients may have been, it was which deprive me of such subjects !"

reserved for the ingenuity of modern Science to Though much has been said of the antiquity of our transmit the “light of Song” through the variegating music, it is certain that our finest and most popular prism of Harmony. airs are modern; and perhaps we may look no fur- Indeed the irregular scale of the early Irish (in ther than the last disgraceful century for the origin which, as in the music of Scotland, the interval of of most of those wild and melancholy strains, which the fourth was wanting) must have furnished but were at once the offspring and solace of grief, and wild and refractory subjects to the harmonist. It was which were applied to the mind, as music was for only when the invention of Guido began to be known, merly to the body, “decantare loca dolentia.” Mr. Pinkerton is of opinion that none of the Scotch

1 See Advertisement to the Transactions of the Gaelic popular airs are as old as the middle of the sixteenth Society of Dublin. century; and, though musical antiquaries refer us, 2 O'Halloran, vol. 1. part 1. chap. 6.

3 Id. ib. chap. 7. for some of our melodies, to so early a period as the

4 It is also supposed, but with as little proof, that they fifth century,

I am persuaded that there are few, of a understood the diésis, or enharmonic interval.- The Greeks civilized description (and by this I mean to exclude seem to have formed their ears to this delicate gradation of all the savage Ceanans, cries,* etc.) which can claim the way of its practical use, we must agree with Mersenne

sound: and, whatever difficulties or objections may lie in quite so ancient a date as Mr. Pinkerton allows to (Préludes de l’Harmonie, quest. 7,) that the theory of music the Scotch. But music is not the only subject upon would be imperfect without it; and, even in p-actice (as which our taste for antiquity is rather unreasonably Florid Song, chap. 1. sec. 16,) there is no good performer

Tosi, among others, very justly remarks, Observations on indulged; and, however heretical it may be to dis- on the violin who does not make a sensible difference besent from these romantic speculations, I cannot help tween D sharp and E flat, though, from the imperfection

of the instrument, they are the same notes upon the piano

forte. The effect of modulation by enharmonic transitions 1 There are some gratifying accounts of the gallantry of is also very striking and beautiful. these Irish auxiliaries in " The Complete History of the

5 The words ποικιλλια and sτεροφωνια, in a passage of Wars in Scotland, under Montrose” (1660) See particularly, Plato, and some expressions of Cicero, in Fragment. lib. ii for the conduct of an Irishman at the battle of Aberdeen, de Republ. induced the Abbé Fragnier to maintain that the chap. 6. p. 49; and, for a tribute to the bravery of Colonel ancients had a knowledge of counter-point. M. Burette, O’Kyan, chap. 7. p. 55. Clarendon owns that the Marquis however, has answered him, I think, satisfactorily:--(Exaof Montrose was indebted for much of his miraculous suc- men d'un passage de Platon, in the 3d vol. of Histoire de cess to this small band of Irish heroes under Macdonnell. l'Acad.) M. Huet is of opinion (Pensées Diverses) that

2 The associations of the Hindû Music, though more ob- what Cicero says of the music of the spheres, in his dream vious and defined, were far less touching and characteristic. of Scipio, is sufficient to prove an acquaintance with harThey divided their songs according to the seasons of the mony; but one of the strongest passages which I recollect year, by which (says Sir William Jones) " they were able in favour of the supposition, occurs in the Treatise, attributed to recal the memory of autumnal merriment, at the close of to Aristotle, 1Ispı Kookou—Mouroxn de oğsos de peso xeo Bothe harvest, or of separation and melancholy during the cold peas, *. Tin. months," etc. Asiatic Transactions, vol. 3, on the Musi- 6 Another lawless peculiarity of our music is the frequency cal Modes of the Hindùs. What the Abbé du Bos says of of what composers call consecutive fifths; but this is an the symphonies of Lully, may be asserted, with much more irregularity which can hardly be avoided by persons not probability, of our bold and impassioned airs:—"Elles au- very conversant with the rules of composition; indeed, if I roi produit de ces effets, qui nous paroissent buleux may venture to cite my own wild attempts in this way, it is dans le récit des anciens, si on les avoit fait entendre à des a fault which I find myself continually committing, and bommes d'un natural aussi vif que les Athéniens.”Reflex. which has sometimes appeared so pleasing to my ear, that sur la Peinture, etc. tom. I. sect. 45.

I have surrendered it to the critic with considerable reluc3 Dissertation, prefixed to the second volume of his Scot-tance. May there not be a little pedantry in adhering too tish Ballads.

rigidly to this rule?-I have been told that there are instan4 Of which some genuine specimens may be found at the ces in Haydn of an undisguised succession of fifths; and end of Mr. Walker's work upon the Irish Bards. Mr. Bun- Mr. Shield, in his Introduction to Harmony, seems 10 intiting has disfigured his last splendid volume by too many of mate that Handel has been sometimes guilty of the same these barbarous rhapsodies.

irregularity.

and the powers of the harp' were enlarged by addi- for singing each air, to restore the regularity of its tional strings, that our melodies took the sweet cha- form, and the chaste simplicity of its character. racter which interests us at present; and, while the I must again observe, that, in doubting the anti Scotch persevered in the old mutilation of the scale,? quity of our music, my scepticism extends but to those our music became gradually more amenable to the polished specimens of the art, which it is difficult to laws of harmony and counter-point.

conceive anterior to the dawn of modern improveIn profiting, however, by the improvements of the ment; and that I would by no means invalidate the moderns, our style still kept its originality sacred from claims of Ireland to as early a rank in the annals of their refinements; and, though Carolan had frequent minstrelsy as the most zealous antiquary may be inopportunities of hearing the works of Geminiani, and clined to allow her. In addition, indeed, to the power other masters, we but rarely find him sacrificing his which music must always have possessed over the native simplicity to the ambition of their ornaments, minds of a people so ardent and susceptible, the stior affectation of their science. In that curious com- mulus of persecution was not wanting to quicken our position, indeed, called his Concerto, it is evident that taste into enthusiasm ; the charms of song were enhe laboured to imitate Corelli; and this union of man- nobled with the glories of martyrdom, and the acts ners, so very dissimilar, produces the same kind of against minstrels, in the reigns of Henry VIII. and uneasy sensation which is felt at a mixture of different Elizabeth, were as successful, I doubt not, in making styles of architecture. In general, however, the artless my countrymen musicians, as the penal laws have flow of our music has preserved itself free from all been in keeping them Catholics. tinge of foreign innovation,' and the chief corruptions, With respect to the verses which I have written of which we have to complain, arise from the unskil- for these Melodies, as they are intended rather to be ful performance of our own itinerant musicians, from sung than read, I can answer for their sound with whom, too frequently, the airs are noted down, en- somewhat more confidence than their sense; yet, it cumbered by their tasteless decorations, and respon- would be affectation to deny that I have given much sible for all their ignorant anomalies. Though it be attention to the task, and that it is not through want sometimes impossible to trace the original strain, yet, of zeal or industry, if I unfortunately disgrace the in most of them, “auri per ramos aura refulget,"'4 the sweet airs of my country, by poetry altogether unpure gold of the melody shines through the ungrace- worthy of their taste, their energy, and their tenful foliage which surrounds it; and the most delicate derness. and difficult duty of a compiler is to endeavour, as Though the humble nature of my contributions to much a possible, by retrenching these inelegant super- this work may exempt them from the rigours of litefuities, and collating the various methods of playing rary criticisms, it was not to be expected that those

touches of political feeling, those tones of national 1 A singular oversight occurs in an Essay upon the Irish complaint, in which the poetry sometimes sympaHirn, by Mr. Beauford, which is inserted in the Appendix thizes with the music, would be suffered to pass withto Walker's Historical Memoirs.—"The Irish (says be,) according to Bromton, in the reign of Henry II. had two out censure or alarm. It has been accordingly said, kinds of Harps, 'Hibernici tamen in duobus musici generis that the tendency of this publication is mischievous,' instrumentis, quamvis præcipitem et velocem, susivem tamen and that I have chosen these airs but as a vehicle of et jucundam,' the one greatly bold and quick, the other soft an't pleasing." —How a man of Mr. Beauford's learning dangerous polítics—as fair and precious vessels (to could so mistake the meaning, and mutilate the grammatical borrow an image of St. Augustin?) from which the construction of this extract, is unaccountable. The follow- wine of error might be administered. To those who ing is the passage as I find it entire in Brompton, and it requires but little Latin to perceive the injustice which has identify nationality with treason, and who see, in been done to the words of the old chronicler :-“Et cum every effort for Ireland, a system of hostility towards Scotia, bujus terræ filia, utatur lyra, tympano et choro, ac England,—to those too, who, nursed in the gloom of Wallia cithara, tubis et choro Hibernici tamen in duobus musici generis instrumentis, quamvis præcipitem et velo- prejudice, are alarmed by the faintest gleam of libe. cenu, suanm tamen et jucundam, crispatis modulis et intri- rality that threatens to disturb their darkness (like that catis notulis, Niciunt harmoniam.”--Hint. Anglic. Script. Demophon of old, who, when the sun shone upon

I should not have thought this error worth remarking, but that the compiler of the Dissertation on the him, shivered !')—to such men I shall not deign to Hırp, prefixed 10 Mr. Bunting's last Work, hus adopted it apologize for the warmth of any political sentiment implicitlv.

2 The Scotch lay claim to some of our best airs, but there which may occur in the course of these pages. But, are strong trails of difference btween their mlodies and as there are many, among the more wise and toleours. They had formerly the same passion for robbing us rant, who, with feeling enough to mourn over the of our Saints, and the learned Dempster was, for this offence, wrongs of their country, and sense enough to percalled " The Saint Stealer." I suppose it was an Irishman, who, by way of reprisal, stole Dempster's beau'iful wife ceive all the danger of not redressing them, may yet from him at Pisa.--See this anecdole in the Pinacotheca of think that allusions in the least degree bold or inflamErythræus, part i. page 25.

3 Among other false refinements of the art, our music matory should be avoided in a publication of this (with the exception perhaps of the air called' " Mamma, popular description-I beg of these respected per Mamma,” and one or two more of the same ludicrous description,) has avoided that puerile mimickry of natural noises, motions, etc. which disgraces so often the works of 1 See Letters, under the signatures of Timæus, etc. in the even the great Handel himself. D'Alembert ought to have Morning Post, Pilot, and other papers. had better taste than to become the patron of this imitative affectation.- Discours. Préliminaire de l'Encyclopedie. seð vinuin erroris, quod cum eis nobis propinatur.”—Lib. i.

2 "Non accuso verba, quasi vasa electa atque pretiosa; The reader may fin some good remarks on the subject in

Confess. cap. 16. Avison upon Musical Expression; a work which, though under the name of Avison, was written, it is said, by Dr. 3 This emblem of modern bigots was head-butler (TP3

TTE COTT0105) to Alexander the Great.-Sext. Empir. Pyrrh. 4 Virgil, Ænoid, kib. 6. v. 204.

Hypoth. lib. i.

pag. 1075.

Brown.

sons to believe, that there is no one who deprecates May the mind which such talents adorn, continue more sincerely than I do any appeal to the passions calm as it is bright, and happy as it is virtuous ! of an ignorant and angry multitude; but, that it is Believe me, your Ladyship's not through that gross and inflammable region of

Grateful Friend and Servant, society a work of this nature could ever have been

THOMAS MOORE. intended to circulate. It looks much higher for its Dublin, January, 1810. audience and readers—it is found upon the pianofortes of the rich and the educated-of those who can afford to have their national zeal a little stimula

ERIN! OH ERIN! ted, without exciting much dread of the excesses into which it may hurry them; and of many,

whose

AIR-Thamama Halla. nerves may be, now and then, alarmed with advan- Like the bright lamp that shone in Kildare's holy tage, as much more is to be gained by their fears,

fane, than could ever be expected from their justice. And burn'd through long ages of darkness and Having thus adverted to the principal objection

storm, which has been hitherto made to the poetical part of Is the heart that afflictions have come o'er in vain, this work, allow me to add a few words in defence Whose spirit outlives them, unfading and warm ! of my ingenious coadjutor, Sir John Stevenson, who Erin! oh Erin! thus bright, through the tears has been accused of having spoiled the simplicity of Of a long night of bondage, thy spirit appears! the airs, by the chromatic richness of his symphonies. The nations have fallen, and thou still art young, and the elaborate variety of his harmonies. We might cite the example of the admirable Haydn, who has

Thy sun is but rising, when others are set; sported through all the mazes of musical science, in And though slavery's cloud o'er thy morning hath his arrangement of the simplest Scottish melodies;

hung,

The full moon of freedom shall beam round thee but it appears to me, that Sir John Stevenson has brought a national feeling to this task, which it would

yet. be in vain to expect from a foreigner, however taste- Erin! oh Erin! though long in the shade, ful or judicious. Through many of his own compo

Thy star will shine out, when the proudest shall fade! sitions we trace a vein of Irish sentiment, which Unchill'd by the rain, and unwaked by the wind, points him out as peculiarly suited to catch the spirit

The lily lies sleeping through winter's cold hour, of his country's music; and, far from agreeing with Till spring, with a touch, her dark slumber unbind, those critics who think that his symphonies have nothing kindred with the airs which they introduce, 1 Erin ! oh Erin ! thy winter is past,

And day-light and liberty bless the young flower. would say that, in general, they resemble those illu- And the hope that lived through it shall blossom at minated initials of old manuscripts, which are of the

last. same character with the writing which follows, though more highly coloured' and more curiously ornamented. In those airs which are arranged for voices, his

DRINK TO HER. skill has particularly distinguished itself; and, though

AIR-Heigh oh! my Jackey. it cannot be denied that a single melody most natu- DRINK to her, who long rally expresses the language of feeling and passion, Hath waked the poet's sigh; yet, often, when a favourite strain has been dismissed, The girl who gave to song as having lost its charm of novelty for the ear, it re- What gold could never buy. turns, in a harmonized shape, with new claims upon Oh! woman's heart was made our interest and attention; and to those who study For minstrel hands alone; the delicate artifices of composition, the construction By other fingers play'd, of the inner parts of these pieces must afford, I think, It yields not half the tone. considerable satisfaction. Every voice has an air to Then here's to her, who long itself, a flowing succession of notes, which might be Hath waked the poet's sigh, heard with pleasure, independent of the rest, so art- The girl who gave to song fully has the harmonist (if I may thus express it) ga- What gold could never buy! velled the melody, distributing an equal portion of its sweetness to every part.

At Beauty's door of glass

When Wealth and Wit once stood, If your Ladyship’s love of Music were not known to me, I should not have hazarded so long a letter

They ask'd her“ which might pass ?". upon the subject; but as, probably, I may have pre

She answer'd,“ he who could.” sumed .oo far upon your partiality, the best revenge you can take is to write me just as long a letter upon which Giraldus mentions, “ Apud Kildariam occurrit Ignis

1 The inextinguishable fire of St. Bridget, at Kildare, Painting; and I promise to attend to your theory of Sanctæ Brigidæ, quem inextinguibilem vocant; non quod the art, with a pleasure only surpassed by that which extingui non possit, sed quod tam solicite moniales et sancta I have so often derived from your practice of it.- mulieres ignem, suppetente materia, fovent et nutriunt, ut a With golden key Wealth thought

tempore virginis per tot annorum curricula semper mansit inextinctus."-Girald. Camb. de Mirabil. Hibern. Dis. 2.

c. 34. 1 The word "chromatic” might have been used here, 2 Mrs. H. Tighe, in her exquisite lines on the lily, has apwithout any violence to its meaning.

plied this image to a still more important sublect

While the myrtle, now idly entwined with his crown, To pass—but 't would not do:

Like the wreath of Harmodius, should cover his While Wit a diamond brought,

sword.' Which cut his bright way through! So here 's to her, who long

But, though glory be gone, and though hope fade away, Hath waked the poet's sigh,

Thy name, loved Erin! shall live in his songs;

Not even in the hour when his heart is most gay The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy!

Will he lose the remembrance of thee and thy

wrongs ! The love that seeks a home,

The stranger shall hear thy lament on his plains; Where wealth or grandeur shines,

The sigh of thy harp shall be sent o'er the deep, Is like the gloomy gnome

Till thy masters themselves, as they rivet thy chains, That dwells in dark gold mines.

Shall pause at the song of their captive, and weep But oh! the poet's love

Can boast a brighter sphere; It's native home 's above,

WHILE GAZING ON THE MOON'S LIGHT.
Though woman keeps it here!
Then drink to her, who long

Air-Oonagh.
Hath waked the poet's sigh,

WHILE gazing on the moon's light,
The girl who gave to song

A moment from her smile I turn'd,
What gold could never buy!

To look at orbs that, more bright,
In lone and distant glory burn'd.

But, too far,

Each proud star,
OH! BLAME NOT THE BARD.'

For me to feel its warming flame-
Air-Kitty Tyrrel.

Much more dear

That mild sphere, Oh! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers,

Which near our planet smiling came;?
Where Pleasure lies carelessly smiling at Fame;

Thus, Mary, be but thou my own-
He was born for much more, and in happier hours
His soul might have burn'd with a holier flame.

While brighter eyes unheeded play,

I'll love those moon-light looks alone, The string, that now languishes loose o'er the lyre,

Which bless my home and guide my way! Might have bent a proud bow to the warrior's dart,2 And the lip, which now breathes but the song of desire,

The day had sunk in dim showers, Might have pour'd the full tide of a patriot's heart.

But midnight now, with lustre meek, But alas ! for his country—her pride is gone by,

Illumined all the pale flowers, And that spirit is broken which never would bend;

Like hope, that lights a mourner's cheek O'er the ruin her children in secret must sigh,

I said (while For 't is treason to love her, and death to defend.

The moon's smile Unprized are her sons, till they've learn'd to betray ;

Play'd o'er a stream in dimpling bliss,) Undistinguish'd they live, if they shame not their

“The moon looks

On many brooks And the torch, that would light them through dignity's

The brook can see no moon but this ;"3

And thus, I thought, our fortunes run, way, Must be caught from the pile where their country

For many a lover looks to thee, expires !

While oh! I feel there is but one,

One Mary in the world for me.
Then blame not the bard, if, in pleasure's soft dream,

He should try to forget what he never can heal ;
Oh! give but a hope—let a vista but gleam
Through the gloom of his country, and mark how

ILL OMENS.
he'll feel!

AIR-Kitty of Coleraine ; or, Paddy's Resource. That instant his heart at her shrine would lay down

When daylight was yet sleeping under the billow, Every passion it nursed, every bliss it adored,

And stars in the heavens still lingering shone, 1 We may suppose this apology to have been uttered by one of those wandering bards, whom Spencer so severely, and, 1 See the Hymn, attributed to Alcæus, Ev NUPTOU *1cd6 perhaps, truly, describes in his State of Ireland, and whose to č. 605.coprow-- I will carry my sword, hidden in poems, he tells us, "were sprinkled with some pretty flowers myrtles, like Harmodius and Aristogiton," etc. of their natural device, which gave good grace and comeli- 2“ of such celestial bodies as are visible, the sun excepted, ness unto them, the which it is great pity to see abused to the single moon, as despicable as it is in comparison to most the gracing of wickedness and vice, which, with good usage, of the others, is much more beneficial than they all put towould serve to adorn and beautify virtue.”

gether.”- Whiston's Theory, etc. 2 It is conjectured by Wormius, that the name of Ireland In the Entretiens d'Ariste, among other ingenious emis derived from Yr, the Runic for a bow, in the use of which blems, we find a starry sky without a moon, with the words, weapon the Irish were once very expert. This derivation | Nun mille, quod absens. is certainly more creditable to us than the following: "So 3 This image was suggested by the following thought, that Ireland (called the land of Ire, for the constant broils which occurs somewhere in Sir William Jones's works therein for 400 years) was now become the land of concord.” “The moon looks upon many night-flowers, the night-flowar --lloyd's State Worthies, Art. The Lord Grandison. sees but one moon."

sires ;

Young Kitty, all blushing, rose up from her pillow, But oh ! how bless'd that hero's sleep,
The last time she e'er was to press it alone.

O’er whom a wondering world shall weep! For the youth, whom she treasured her heart and her

soul in, Had promised to link the last tie before noon; And, when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen,

AFTER THE BATTLE. The maiden herself will steal after it soon!

AIRThy Fair Bosom. As she look'd in the glass, which a woman ne'er

Night closed around the conqueror's way, misses,

And lightnings show'd the distant hill, Nor ever wants time for a sly glance or two,

Where those who lost that dreadful day A butterfly, fresh from the night-flower's kisses,

Stood, few and faint, but fearless still ! Flew over the mirror, and shaded her view.

The soldier's hope, the patriot's zeal, Enraged with the insect for hiding her graces,

For ever dimm’d, for ever cross'dShe brush'd him—he fell, alas ! never to rise

Oh! who shall say what heroes feel, “Ah! such,” said the girl," is the pride of our faces,

When all but life and honour 's lost! For which the soul's innocence too often dies!"

The last sad hour of freedom's dream, While she stole through the garden, where heart's

And valour's task, moved slowly by, ease was growing,

While mute they watch'd, till morning's beam She cull'd some, and kiss'd off its night-fallen dew; Should rise, and give them light to die! And a rose, further on, look'd so tempting and glow

There is a world where souls are ing,

Where tyrants taint not nature's bliss ; That, spite of her haste, she must gather it too;

If death that world's bright opening be, But, while o'er the roses too carelessly leaning,

Oh! who would live a slave in this? Her zone flew in two, and the heart's-ease was lost“Ah! this means," said the girl (and she sigh’d at its

meaning,
That love is scarce worth the repose it will cost !" OH! 'T IS SWEET TO THINK.

AirThady, you Gander.
Oh!'t is sweet to think that, wherever we rove,

We are sure to find something blissful and dear;
BEFORE THE BATTLE.

And that, when we're far from the lips we love, AIR— The Fairy Queen.

We have but to make love to the lips we are near!" By the hope within us springing,

The heart, like a tendril, accustom'd to cling,
Herald of to-morrow's strife;

Let it grow where it will, cannot flourish alone, By that sun whose light is bringing

But will lean to the nearest and loveliest thing
Chains or freedom, death or life-

It can twine with itself, and make closely its own. Oh! remember life can be

Then oh! what pleasure, where'er we rove, No charm for him who lives not free!

To be doom'd to find something, still, that is dear
Like the day-star in the wave,

And to know, when far from the lips we love,
Sinks a hero to his grave,

We have but to make love to the lips we are near 'Midst the dew-fall of a nation's tears ! Happy is he o'er whose decline

'T were a shame, when flowers around us rise, The smiles of home may soothing shine, To make light of the rest, if the rose is not there; And light him down the steep of years :

And the world's so rich in resplendent eyes,
But oh! how grand they sink to rest

T were a pity to limit one's love to a pair. Who close their eyes on Victory's breast ! Love's wing and the peacock's are nearly alike,

They are both of them bright, but they're changeO'er his watch-fire's fading embers

Now the foeman's cheek turns white, And, wherever a new beam of beauty can strike, When his heart that field remembers,

It will tincture Love's plume with a different hue! Where we dimm’d his glory's light! Then oh! what pleasure, where'er we rove, Never let him bind again

To be doom'd to find something, still, that is dear, A chain like that we broke from then.

And to know, when far from the lips we love,
Hark! the horn of combat calls-

We have but to make love to the lips we are near.
Ere the golden evening falls,
May we pledge that horn in triumph round !!
Many a heart, that now beats high,

1 I believe it is Marmontel, who says "Quand on n'a In slumber cold at night shall lie,

pas ce que l'on aime, il faut aimer ce que l'on a."- There

are so many matter of fact people, who take such jeur. Nor waken even at victory's sound :

d'esprit as this defence of inconstancy, to be the actual and genuine sentiments of him who writes them, that they compel one,

self-defence, to be as matter-of-fact as them1 “The Irish Corna was not entirely devoted to martial selves, and to remind them, that Democritus was not the purposes. In the heroic ages our ancestors quaffed Meadh worse physiologist for having playfully contended that snow out of them, as the Danish hunters do their beverage at this was black; nor Erasmus in any degree the less wise for day."-Walker.

having written an ingenious encomium of folly.

able too,

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