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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
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
TO AN OLD HARP.
HAIL sacred relick ; Pride of other days
Lo! in my sight, to meet invading war
The pausing warriors 'wait the rising song
« Youths who with unpractised arm,
Now the sword of slaughter wield
« Oft your sires in combat stood,
Ye, who hear their honoured name,
" And if in the glorious strife
* Cowards I born to peaceful shame
To tempt the deedless warrior on 10 dare
“ Erin's hope and Erin's stay
“ Ye, who oft on Ula#'s plain
Bath'd your streaming blades in gorc
* Now a more eventful hour
Darkens ali th' embattled sands
Must we then our native Land,
“ Erin's daughters must your Charms, .
Throagh the thick ranks, indignant murmurs rise,
But hence ye forms, my raptured fancy drew,
Of old, when round the board th' Warriors throng,
of old-would love the thrilling song inspire,
of old-to sooth the passions to repose,
“ Poor Harp,” farewel; though Erin may deplore,
Again for me shall PHENIAS dare the fied,