ORIGINAL POETRY

FOR THE

IRISH MAGAZINE.

ORANGE DINNER.

THE true fons of William will have long cause to rue,

The fad doings of number feven hundred
and fixty-two;

I always fuppofed the brethren to agree
And nothing on their councils but love and
harmony:

But, alas! the reverfo I now have caufe to
cell,

Oh, may it be a warning to all that wish them well.

'Twas on the tenth of April this loyal
number met,

And all being agreed the poor Catholics to
fret ;
[made,
The rule then being granted the order was
And each brother requested to give in his aid.
+Then Sale rofe up and his mind spoke out,
With inuff having primed his ugly broad
fnout;

Your filence, my brethren, is hard to endure,
Ah! fare you forget fweet Culloden Moor.
A diuner we'll have in honour of that day,
That Cumberland made the damn❜d rebels to
pay;

A dinner we'll have, for we may anticipate,
Of the Catholic Bill, the unfortunate fate :
For previous to that day Grattan will pre-
fent,

When he and his Bill to the Devil will be
fent:
[dine,
The question being put, whether would they
The ayes then carried it by more than nine.
$So Purple being asked what he had to fay,
Or what for his dinner each brother should
pay;

He told them any profit he could not expect,
On fuch a glorious bufinefs he would it re-
ject.
[about,
So the matter being settled, the day came
Each man took his place and to it flood fout;
The cloth being removed, the punch was
brought in,
[a fin;

A toak then was drank upon the bare knee,
Which you may be fure was the GLORIOUS

MEMORY.

Among this loyal crew no ftrife had arifen, Till the health of a Captain so gallant was given ;|||

A Captain fo bold and fo true to the cause,
Not to drink his health was a breach of the
laws:

But two yeomen were there of the fame
And to drink the toast would not lend a
Captain's band,
hand:
Serjeant Shanks then got up and looked very
[gram,
And declared them not able to handle a gun.
O then, what a terrible contention arose,
Such tearing, fuch swearing, such dragging
of clothes;

Poor Purple rofe up and cried out alas!
Oh, what fhall I do for my jugs and my
glass;
But his jugs and his glasses were loft on the
[floor,
And the boys they all fought till they got to
the door;

When Purple had got them completely out
right,

He then hut his door and he bid them good night.

Oh, fure it can't be that the Captain did

not pay

These two poor yeomen, er elfe would they fay,

In an affembly fo public refufe to drink his health,

A man of fuch conduct, fuch splendour, and wealth.

Oh, ye two purple men, you should be afham'd,

Among the good loyalists to hear yourselves nam'd;

And the next time old Salt has a dinner in view,

And to finch from his glafs each thought it May the benefits of it be excluded from you.

* The number of Montrath Lodge.

LANG.

+ A furious old party-man, who actually boafted that the dinner would serve a double purpose, viz. the battle of Culloden, which thefe loyal fouls ufually celebrate, and the rejec tion of the Catholic claims by Parliament

The chief of that enlightened and liberal body of men called Purple Men, from which he takes his title-At his house the Lodge is held.

Captain of the Montrath Orangemen—a man who shows too much countenance to the Orange Heroes of this town and country: he diftinguished himself very much at the time the ever to be lamented Father Duane was killed here.

A PASTORAL BALLAD. ·

N louger thro' deep mazy forefts I'll rove,
Nor lently wander alone;

Nor quit the gay pasture to figh in the
grove,

For grief from my bosom is flown.

The nymph whom I lov'd with fo conftant Cork, June, 13, 1812.

a heart,

Whose image my foul did enshrine,
With heavenly fmiles has removed ev'ry

fmart,

By vowing for e'er to be mine.

And now thro' the meadows together we'll ftray,

"While dew-drops befpangle the thorn;" And liften with rapture to each tender lay

That's fung to the new smiling mon: And fondly the pidgeon together we'll kifs, And ftroke his foft plumes, while a fmile Shall dimple each cheek of my Emma with blifs,

And rapture my heart shall beguile.
The snow-fleecy lambkins shall sport on the
green,

Our dog on the mofs-bank shall lie;
The fweet little robin fo fportively feen;
Shall raife its foft drain to the sky.
Then from the green hedge to my Emma
fhall come,

To fhare the kind fmile with her dove;
And as both together fhall pick at a crumb,
Our hearts shall be happy in love.

Our lambs as they frolic with innocent glee,
Our sheep as they lie on the field;
Our cows as they graze round my Emma and

- me,

Shall pleafure and happiness yield. My pipe fhall be tuned to the Sweet fylvan theme,

While echo the notes fhall return;
Then as they glide over the green-bofom'd
kream,

My Emma fhall fing in her turn.
And when a poor traveller, weary or fad,
Shall raife the flight latch of our door,
The fmile that enhances shall make his foul
glad,

As the table's supplied from our ftore. For what are the gifts that kind fortune beftows,

If held from a figh or a pray'r?
Ah! nothing but where hofpitality glows,
Content in its fullness is there.

At ere, 'neath the wide spreading sycamore

tree,

We'll talk of the days that are paft,

THE REVIEW.

-000

Shall I the long laborious scene review.
POPE..

-000

SCARCE monkish knight, hoodwinked in fable cowl,

Had time to bear the foftly hooting owl,
And scarce the watchmen, in whom cits of
fenfe,

For half the year, repofe fuch confidence,
'Gainft doors they guard with confidence re-
pofe,

And wake their wards with serenading nose,
When Phœbus left his couch, whom various
reasons,

Induce to fuit his rifing to the feafons;
For long in bed the chilly fluggard lingers,
When winter's froft-fangs bite our toes and
fingers;

Faft up the ladder, leading to the fun,
With blazing flam, the great lamplighter

run,

Equipp'd with afhes, wig, and wifp of hay, To clean the globe, for 'twas sam'd George's day;

Stretch'd wide awake, and yawning in my

bed,"

Noife of a thousand kinds affails my head;
On this fide rung the iron mufket rammer,
The cobler's lap ftone clank'd beneath the

hammer;

So many taylors bufy mending breeches,
I really thought I heard the sounding stitches;
Aron, the razor toils to gather in
The ftubborn harvest of the fruitful chin;
The clamorous joy-beils thunder loud and
deep,

To roufe the fick man from his wholesome
fleep.

The mingled din feem'd Chaos to renew➡
'Twas JUNE the FOURTH, the day of the
REVIEW!!

Robb'd, by the riot, of my needful rest,
I left the blanket's soft embrace, and drefs'd;
A bufy feene my eyes enquiry greets,
Strange motley groups were moving thro
the streets;

Of friendship, and my lov'd Leander shall be Armed fills and affes in confufion huddled,

Of fubjects the first and the laft,

Andhere a goofe and there a general wad, dled f

Here

And each like turtle-loving, Curtis | gużzies,

Till gorg'd with putrid flesh and drunk with göre,

They ftretch their lazy lengths and sweetly fnører

MARRIED.-Justice Godfrey, to Miss Baxter, aged 65; the ceremony took place in a china-shop, in the city, in the presence of Justice Wills, for merly a cobler in Barrack-street, and subsequently a serjeant in the Longford militia. The happy couple set off the same evening, accompanied by the Justice, in the hackney-coach, No. 310, for the lame Gentleman's seat, Esker Lodge, near Lucan. On the 25th inst. at Norwich, Miss Maria Baker, to Mr. Butcher, both resident at that place. The bride was given away by her maternal uncle, Mr. Brewer, and the name of the Clergy man who united the happy couple in the silken bands of wedlock was Painter.

OBITUARY.

In one of the highest apartments of Back-lane, much lamented, Lord Wa terford, one of the peers of Murphy's Smoaking Club. His Lordship's family name was Hopson, he was reared to the profession of an Attorney; but his predominant passion for the tumbler had so involved him in scenes of dissipation, that the whiskey bar took the lead in his practice, to the prejudice of the law bar, and for many years he never saw a brief or a sheet, but the brief sheets of some obscure lodging, His Lordship was well educated, and gifted with a facility of expression and a fund of humour, that charmed the vulgar society to which he devoted his hours. His talents, which were no ordinary ones, contributed very justly to the elevated rank he obtained in a smoaking society, where he spent every night that he could escape from a watch bouse. His cheerful, mind could not be subdued by any misfortune; neither the ragged angles in his drapery, nor the tide in his shoes, could either abash or chill, him. His humour towered above.mifortune, nor could the severest visitation of penury depress it. By the death of a near relation about four months ago, he came into possession of

an handsome suit of clothes, which
it is to be regretted he did not live to
enjoy, but has bequeathed them to
Lord Kilfoy, subject to a rent-charge
of three tenpennies, due to his land-
lady. His rusty penknife and empty
tumbler, the only property he pos-
sessed besides his clothes, he has willed
to the Duke of Brittleware, and Lord
Jingle. The duplicate of two boots,
at Lord Batchelor's, sewed in the col-
lar of his coat, he has ordered to Mur-
phy's waiter. His remains were con-
veyed to the grave on the seat of a
jaunting.car, furnished by the kindness
of Lord Jingle, attended by his two
executors, the Duke and Lord Kilfoy,
who sat on the opposite seat of the
car, to balance the mortal freight to its
final destination. In Johnson's-court,
Great Britain-street, in the 80th year
of his age, Mr. John Prendergast, an
eminent builder. He was father of the
the Rev. John Prendergast, of the Do-
minican Friary, Denmark-street, but
now on his way to Lisbon, where he is
appointed to the superintendance of the
Irish Dominican Seminary in that city.
In Ballymahon, on Sunday the 28th
inst. the Right Rev. Dr. John Cruise,
Roman Catholic Bishop of Ardagh:
pious, learned, and sedulously zealous
in the discharge of the important du-
ties of his functions, he drew the prin-
ciples which swayed his worldly con-
duct from the pure fountain of his
faith, the Holy Gospels-and a long
list of charitable and virtuous actions
are linked to his biography.

In Lucan, on the 13th of April, the notorious Major Sands, after living for six years in the village on the casual bounty of his friends, Justice Godfrey and Colonel Vesey, at whose tables he frequently repaired by clean food, the depradations made on his frame, by an insatiable thirst for Raw Whiskey He expired amongst rags and vermin, a melancholy example of the infirmities and wickedness of human degradalodging, on his demise, but a pitcher of tion. Nothing was found in his wretched whiskey, two starved children, a heap of dirty straw on which he died, an old carpet that served as a blanket, and a red nightcap. He served as a Captain in the Longford Militia, and married a daughter of the late

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