made a very luminous and learned harangue, on the protection which the law extended, to secure every man in his property and industry, against the hand of violence or malicious misrepresentation. Had a stranger witnessed this mountebank exhibition, he would be captivated with the affected solemnity; with me it had only the weight which detected hypocrisy merits. What, said I, is this man serious? does he mean to teach me respect for the interests of my neiglour, who has earned his present situation by sacrificing his country, her commercial and manufacturing rights, to his passion for pride and power, by his parricidal industry in the act of Union? What esteem can man have for individual property, who has before his eyes a decaying city and a bankrupt people? both of which are the consequences of his political perfidy. Justice is slow indeed, that permits a iman to hold her sword, and profane her name, by the most sacrilegious mockery! Can Judge or Judge conscientiously compare their wellfed menials, the creatures of their pleasures, with the naked popula tion, perishing on a fruitful soil ? or can they with confidence assert, that happiness is so equally dif fused, by the encouragement of chearful industry, inseparable from independence, that the public tranquillity needs no other security but public opinion? As part of the government, who were once the dregs of the people, they have anticipated an answer, by the immense military force that chequers every village in the country. In their charges to Grand Juries, they recommend vigilance over the conduct of the poorer ranks, and the repairs of roads. They never acknowledge that the condition of the people needs some amelioration; nothing is out of repair but morality and the high ways: one is consigned to red schoolmasters, and the others to engineers-and the tax-gatherers provide for the partnership! The following story is given in one of the Dutch Papers, which reached us a few days ago. A Frenchman, named Remy L'Aine, a native of Metz, and employed in the military hospital of Neuborg, gave larely at Studgardt the following rare proof of huma nity and resolution-An open boat, having on board 42 wounded soldiers, many of whom had lost their limbs, arrived there in the evening. Waggons had been prepared to convey the unfortunate men to the hospital; but the Danube had risen considerably. The night was cloudy and tempestuous; and no one would venture towards the ves sel, which lay in the middle of the river. The unfortunate invalids, exposed to the inclemency of the season, and apprehensive of perishing, made the air resound with their cries and lainentations. The heart of Remy was moved without considering the depth of the river, and despising the danger, he undressed himself, jumped into the water, swam to the vessel, and returned with a wounded soldier of his back: he went a second time, and returned loaded in a si. milar manner; nor did he cease until he had landed the 42 men on dry ground. The vessel foundered during the night.-A subscription has been set on foot at Stadgardt, to compensate his benevolent and noble daring. ffice now is on the scout, Peep up and down, and sneak about, As if I had a bloody gout, And watch the ftrests for Traitors; The live long day I beat the flags, Examining young Sweeps and Hags, And then at night unload my bags, For Police Agitators. And on which beauteous maids their initials inferibe, That if ftolen or loft may its owner defcribe; And to that what's annexed to the mitre and band And entitles its holder to Tythe of the Land; Without further addition of Poetic mass, These two component parts give the name of an Afs. FIGHTING ARTHUR. Near lies to Go-n-wo an antique glade, came, Mankind to bite, HIBERNIA to fhame; From night 'till morn he'd cuff; from morn 'till night, To bleed, his with, his profit and delight, Some fifteen years had Sol, with lucid ray Shone o'er the toils of many a bloody day, When ARTHUR heard the din of war's alarms, And Europe rang with noife of hoftile arms: The gladiome tidings his ftern bofom fir'd, To join th' infuriate league he quick afpir'd; A captain dubb'd, ftraight to a diftant hore His foldiers leads, their own to fee ne'er more. For now not fapient councils would avail, Nor mild entreaties with the chief prevail. Take the half of what ladies with tafte Heedless of both, th' embattled field He ornament, Which holds needles and bodkins and am fought, And dire destruction on his legions brought. brofial feent, Sing, heav'nly mufe, that erft on plain, What thousands of Hibernia's fons were flain, What countless dying foldiers in their gore, What hofts unburied on that hoftile fhore ; All which to vultures, and to beasts of prey, This daftard left, and basely ran away! And now, oh! hapless Erin! ! ! learn the meed, Which to thy fons' deftroyer is decreed: W***n call'd, defign'd his future home; Its furniture are drums and cannon balls, It tells of wealth and honours to him giv'n, But fate difplays her mystic book, Have you e'er felt the trying day, A beauteous maid his bounty bleft, Ye Pow'rs who calm the fuff'ring mind! PALEMON. Epitaph, by Do.- moft impudently given in an Englb Magazine as in an English Church Yard, whereas it appeared 'firft in the Anthologia Hibernica. This gave doth contain Old Harry Germain '; Deliver'd from conjugal strife, He went straight to Hell, Where he's happy and well, Since he has efcap'd from his wife. TRAN And when the weary God retires to rest, And Notus warms them with his fultry breeze! No fure abode, or certain dwelling place, Sweet fodder feeds our fatt'ning herds no more ! No careful thepherd for our flocks is found! No fafe propitious harbour lies in view, maids! No rich, paternal heritage remains How fadly Fortune gails th' unhappy line! Some, as they wander from the parent fold, Expire with famine, fome with Winter's cold! Some on Italia's fhores exhaufled lie!la wide Hefperia fome unfriended die! Some find a welcome tomb in Gallia's plains! And fome Batavia's wat'ry foil contains! What region round th' expanfe of Earth but knows Our great misfortunes and exceffive woes! Ye Heav'nly Pow'rs, our Country's lights restore ! Or let the wand'ring exiles breathe no more! Death can alone beflow a fure relief, Since hated life augments our mighty grief. ERRATA To the other part of this Translation in the last Number. Line 40th, for daps read days, THE THREE MAJORS. Three Majors once annoy'd a city's peace, And each contended for fupreme disgrace; The first o'er thefts and tortures did prefide, THE DUBLIN NEW GLOSSARY. A Loyal Man-Any fellow who has diftinguished himself in 1798, by fome acts in fupport of the conftitution, for which he would be hanged at the prefent day; to have been tried and acquitted of a foul murder of a Prieft, a Papift, ora noted Prefbyterian, is a good title to loyalty to have burned a Chapel, is almost a patent claim to have been turned off the table in Green-ftreet, as not to be believed upon oath, in attempting to fwear treafon against one or many, makes a man loyal-to have been feen walking arm and arm with Clau dius, or the Major-to have been kicked out of many companies for drinking Orange toafts, Lord Kingfboro's health, and approv ing the tortures of flogging, pitch caps, and 'Hell or Connaught' proclamations--to be a Proteftant from Carlow any of thefe virtues are good claims to the title. A Good Fellow-A noily, clamorous, foolish, brazen blockhead, who gets drunk every night in a porter-houfe with tumblers of punch, who keeps a horfe, rides out every Sunday to the Rock, and to funerals and races in the Phenix Park, makes filly bets of dinners for 201l., and gives them at fome low chop-house, and cheats all his workmen of part of their weekly wages; ftarses' his children, beats his wife three nights in the |