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Ald. Right Bulbrooks, this is there were none of your Hardwickes good evidence of murder. No pro then in power to interrupt the course clanation, no act of indemnitv, no

of justice. Lord Hardwicke, can

save in this

Marlay. Mr. alderman, may I

have permission to know, what form Bolbrooks, do you think you can of taco, I am to wear before you get this ghost, of Will, Wallabour's and Mr. Bolbrook's. to give evidence at the next com- Ald. You impudent traitor, you mission ?

corrigible villain, I'll have you given Bul. I am not sure your honor, to the Doctor, where Kilmainham until I enquire of Alexander the air and medicine will soon alter your swaddling preacher, who will take fat face and belly, so long filled with pains, to bring poor Will forward, rebel mutton. as Alexander and Will, were very Marlay, Could I persuade you well acquainted in the lord, inet at Mr. alderman, to let me have a more love feasts, told their experience to- convenient prison, where I could see gether, and preached the word, to my friends, I would wish to put my the benefit of many souls in our re- visage rather to the care of the city giment.

barber, than trust my bowels, to Ald. That's right Bulbrooks ? such a Doctor. Bring your friend and the ghost for.


You villain, I see you must ward, as soon as possible, and I will be hanged, there is no great man in have a subscription made by the the state safe from your aspersions or aldermen of Skinner's-Alley, for treasons. It was you that planned their encouragement ?

taking that loyal protestant nobleman's Marlay. Mr. Alderman, I wish estate and title; Lord Charlemont, to to know, who are these aldermen of give them to Horish the sweep. Skinners-Alley, who you say, are to

Ald. See who kuocks

at the subsidize ghosts for hanging me.

door? Ald. Why, sir they are some of Bul. It is corporal Burthatch the most loyal gentlemen in the coun- and his party, with another prisoner, try, -Mr. I. Č. B. Mr. S.--Mr. Ald. ' Bring in the fellow, but, G-d, Doctor D.-M1r. Cr.-Mr. tye him well, search him well, leave Led, and several others.

nothing with him, of arms or papers Marlar. You say nothing of old until I examine him.

“ No please Harris the Bruiser, old Thompson your honor, nor money either, l'UI the kettle drummer to the franchises take care of that.” old Forbes the nailor, very ancient (Enter. Bulbrooks with the prin members of this socieiy. The men soner whose hands are well secured you mention are very worthy men

behind his back. indeed.

Ald. Where did you get this Bul Your honor does not see, fellow ? that the prisoner is laughing I suppose Bul. Your honor, he was detected he is mocking your honor.

reading a newspaper in his shop in Ald. Mocking, the great men, Coles-Lane market. I mentioned. This used to be trea- Ald. A butcher reading, and the son. In good Lord C----'s tine, same impudent traitor who took ad. I have sent a fellow and his three vantage of the want of martial law, daughters to Bottony Bay, for laugh. had justice Gaffronted for a ing at the statue of our great deliverer, debt of four pounds, I'll learn him

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to leave off reading and have more from a window in High-Street that respect for magistrates. This is the cause a croud, and the croud cause fellow who must have sold the this report of the invasion from Balmulton to this tailor.

linascorny. Marlay. Mr. alderman. I am not Ald. Right good Bulbrookssurprized at the danger, aud inutility hang up the warrant again; give me of reading your apprehend, a man my coat--and carry off these villains, may be a very good butcher, or a

(Exeunt Omnes) very good alderman, without much reading, there were your old friends, aldermen of Dublin, Anthony King, Emerson and Tweedy, who could Authentic ANECDOTE OF GEN. not spell, yet they performed their Junot.-General Junot was oriparts, with surprising dexterity, in. ginally a private in the French army, deed this great art appears not much and is a man of low origin. In one of in repute by any of the board to the battles in Germany, when Bona. which you have been called from parte commanded in person, he want. your buxter cellar.

ed to send a dispatch to Ald. Here Bulbrooks, tye this his Generals, and called out to a fellows leg', gag him, put him on a company, if there was any man among car, and take him to the Doilor, them who could write, to which Junot

Bulbrooks Your honor terrible replied in the affirmative, Bonaparte news just arrived down New-Street. desired him accordingly to step out

Ald. What news is it, Bulbrooks? to the drum head, and didated to

Bul. The rebels your honor have him a dispatch, which he wrote.passed the breaks of Ballinascorny, While in the act of writing, a ball sixty thousand strong, with four struck the ground which covered the hundred pieces of cannon, matches scribe with dust. “. That will do," lighted, and two thousand empty said Junot, with much composure,“ cars, lts said they inean to rob every as I wanted some sand for my letter." body in Dublin, but the poor, a “ You are a brave fellow," observed large party has arrived in Patrick. Bonaparte," and what is there I can Street, where they are threwing up do for you?"-"Have these worsted intrenchments

, and fortifying the epaulets,” said Junot, “aken off my church.

shoulders, and replace them with Ald. What shall we do here silver,”. This was accordingly done. Bulbrooks, bury my coat, take down Junot became a great favourite, was that lodge warrant, burn it, do Bul- afterwards made Governor of Paris

, brooks, I am just dead, fasten these and was elevated to his present rank. two rogues in the back vault, and let me escape from these vile rebels.

Marlay. Alderman, I can get you a pass, give my compliments to Lord Horish, for a pass for our friend the alderman, and if his honor will allow me to wait on the Dr. I shall attend him without any delay.

Bulbrooks. Your honour, the news is all false, it was a yeoman, who in the act of drying his shirt fell



HAIL sacred relick ; Pride of other days
To thee my muse her mournful homage pays,
And bending o'er thine antiquated frame,
That oft has echoed to the warrior's fame
Piety and awful veneration rise.
Along thy chords my hand unbidden flies,
'Till my rape soul on Fancy's eagle wings
Dares, through unmeasured years ber flight pursue
Whilse Bards and Heroce burst upon my view.

Lo! in my sight, to meet invading war
The spears of Erin-glitter from afar
While, from each polished helm and glancing shield
keiected sunneains brixhren all the field
Ran.ed in the front a white rob'd band appears
Kry'rend their torms, the sons of other years;
Wote as their robes, their flowing beards descend
And on their Harps, thc Bards of Erin bend

The pausing warriors 'wait the rising song
And round the tuneful croud attentive throng
In thougtful silence bear upon their spears
Smooth their fierce looks, and bow their listning care
At once a hundred voices rise around !
And to the lofty song a hundred harps rcsound.

« Youths who with unpractised arm,

Now the sword of slaughter wield
« Now to War's destructive storm
« Strangers in the deathful field

« Oft your sires in combat stood,
“ Death descending with their blows;
" Oft with spears endrenched in blood
* Shower'd destruction on their foes

Ye, who hear their honoured name,
" Toils and wounds and death despise
“ Rugged is the road to Fame,
« Countless dangers round it risc.-

" And if in the glorious strife
“ Erin's champion yields his breath
" Is the Coward's lenthened life
" Equal to his bour of death?

* Cowards I born to peaceful shame
“ Claim an unremembered Grave
" Glory and a deathless name
" Arç the Bith rights of the Brave

To tempt the deedless warrior on 10 dare
With unt ied sword the terrors of the war
Thus with his father's acis his soul they fire
And teach the son to immitate che sire.
The long-lived fuardians of their native land
Another theme another strain demand; -
Each daring thoucht, each gen'rous spark to fan
Check every fear that would the heart unman;
With kindling rage bid their fierce bosoms glow
And turn the bursting vengance on the foc.

“ Erin's hope and Erin's stay
" Pride of peace and strength of war
“ Thro' each fierce-contested fray
* Glory’s fav'rites, conquests care,

“ Ye, who oft on Ula#'s plain

Bath'd your streaming blades in gorc
" And o'er hills of hostile slain
“ High your conquering standards bore :

* Now a more eventful hour
6 All your Wonied miglit demands
“ Sce, the STRANGERS marshall d power

Darkens ali th' embattled sands

Must we then our native Land,
" To the proud invaders yield:
“ No,-while yet her sons Command,
“ Arms to guard, or breasts to Shield.

“ Erin's daughters must your Charms, .
“ Be the ruthless spoilers prize,
“ Lovers, Husbands, Sires to arms,
“ Rise, in all your streugth arise,

Throagh the thick ranks, indignant murmurs rise,
Each lifted falchion glitters in the Sun,
And charged with many a meditated blow,
Waves proud defiance at the distant foc ;
Now rings with welcome clang the Signal Shield,
Now rush impetuous thousands o'er the field
And as the battle joins, their mingling breath.
Pours with tumultuous peal the shouts of death.

But hence ye forms, my raptured fancy drew,
Fade all ye glorious visions form my view,
Ye unborn oilspring of the poet's thought,
Ye shades from tombs of faded greatness brought ;
Ye last faint footsteps of a race long run,
Ye twilight gleamings of a far set Sun,
Away; the sad reality appears,
Neglected Harp, accept my song my tears ;
In vain that song thine alter'd State may mouri),
And tell of times that never shall return.

Of old, when round the board th' Warriors throng,
Declin'd the circling shell and claim'd th'song,
Th' feats, th' fall of heroes and of Kings,
Awaked to martial Strains thy sounding strings;
Thus was the Bards unerring skill Confess'd,
To sway with potent Sounds the subject Breast,
Hark,---oer thy frame his rapid hand he flings,
And wakes the slumbering terrors of thy strings,
Thro' the rapt croud responsive fury flics,
Buros on their Cheeks and flashes from their eyes;
Anon,'th' strain is Chang'd and sounds of woe,
From tly deep chords in pensive murmurings flow,
As pity's seif had swept thy sirings along,
And pour'd her plan.ive spirit through the song ;
With hearts declined, thine alter'd voice they hear,
Heave the deep sigh, and drop th’impassioned tear ;
When soft thy strains in sportive measure rise,
And gladness sparkles in their glistening eyes.

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of old-would love the thrilling song inspire,
And ev'ry tone with glowing passion fire,
As on some streamlets blooming bank reclined,
The youthful minsirel pour'd his ardent mind;
Bade the deep glen repeat the pleasing lays,
Taught ev'ry speaking string his charmers praise
Robbid earth and beaven to make her form more fair,
'Till all perfection center'd only there.

of old-to sooth the passions to repose,
in sosten'd sounds thy melting voice arose,
Fronı its deep seat each rankling sorrow stole,
And pour'd oblivion on the tranquil soul;
Of old, thy sounds with more than magic force,
Could guide the storm of battle in its course;
Fire the untutor'd soul with hopes of fame,
And bid bim spurn existence" For a Name,"
But all is past, hy force, thy power Oer'thrown,
Thyself despised, neglected and unknown.

Poor Harp,farewel; though Erin may deplore,
Her sun of greatness set, to rise no more,
Though he: degenerate sons untouched by shame,
Have from the list of Nations razed ber name
Still when my eye shall rest upon thy for:n,
The patriot wish my glowing breast shall warm,
And the faint touch that wakes thy tuneless strings,
Again shall lift my soul on fancies wings,
Though backward time direct my ardent gaze,
To long forgotten scenes of ancient days;

Again for me shall PHENIAS dare the fied,
And MORNES SOns uprear the golden sheild;
Again alas; their forms in death recline,
And their cold bands the seeking blade resign,-
Again with warlike pomp in earth be laid,
While their fanie hodes a weep ng nation's tougue,
While in their praise ten thousand Plarps are serung,
To swell the chorus o'er the suncral mound,
And waft their souls to Heaven on Wings of sound.

Z X.


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