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clination for 30 years, and also composed So then you wrote Nestor's Feast, and a new and interesting article on the magmy dear friend I wish you joy of it, for netic needle, which reoder Wogan's last I envy you, I would give my Catholicus publication of these useful works supeIpse reputation for that Feast of yours, rior to any ever before edited. A there is such a cutting, sneering, hinting, treatise on Geography and Astronomy of hitting, evading, beautiful manner of do- my own, a great part of which is original ing scoundrels, that I am sure no man matter, then also occupied no small share ever did it but a fellow that does not ap- of my attention. Thus circumstanced pear often. Do you know that there is a the diaries were committed to the printgreat deal of Junus in it ?
er's hands. It happened that the gentle. JACK.
man wlio for some years past set these alDo you tell me so Doctor ?.My dear
laar manacks in type, and consequently was friend, I can speak to you as a friend and acquainted with the forms, cases, and one who hates that old fox, that old scoun- printing mat
printing materials of Mr. Wogan's Office, drel, you know who I mean, that
that declined the work last year, there were blaguard, impudent, resuming coxcombical in consequence five successive compositors empty jacknapes, old Keogh, at Mount employed before the completion of the Jerome. Now my dear candid friend, I JOD trust to you iny bosom, it is an expression
Mr. Wogan annually publishes three ito Tryal's all, that wonderful composition
different sorts of almanacks, one is of a which decided the low taste of Dublin,
duodecimo size, which besides the calendar that hissed its best comedy. This feast
and fairs contains a variety of other matmy dear Dr. was written, I must say, not
de ters, to this as being the most consequenaltogether by myself, but by a friend of tial I paid every attention; from this duomine, the initials of whose name are J. L. decimo one, an
i decimo one, another, called the sheet almaand upon my honor, I shall tell him how nack is compiled and printed: and also a much you admire it-Good God who is smaller one,
hoe smaller one called the pocket-calendar that coming up?
comprises the third kiad; this as being
the least in size and general circulation is, DOCTOR. That is old Charly Walsh the bailiff, and
consequently of the least importance.
The forms of all those calendars are alTom Day the horney, but do you remark this
ways standing and remain set in type,
and the first alteration I made, was that of JACK,
erasing Mr. Morton's name as calculator I have remarked two things, that make and substituting my own as humble come me more remarkable than
piler, in its place : yet in the frontispiece DOCTOR.
of the small pocket almanack, that gentleYour spy glass or your pantaloons- man's name remained unaltered though hulloo--come back-wait for your change cancelled in my copy, nor was it discoSir Jack.. Ha! ha! ha! the devil would vered till a number of them, whether the not catch him.
whole or part I know not, were commit.
ted to the press and worked off. AN HISTORICAL ACCOUNT OF
To all those acquainted with printing, IRISH ALMANACS.
it is well known how difficult it is to pre.
vent typographical errors, especially in (Continued from Page 477 of last Month's blank line or rule work. The compartMagazine:)
ments of almanacks are all of this sort. Besides the trouble of consulting the The form on the least stir is subject to writings of Bacon, Plott, Derham, Clarke, the accidents of type falling out, &c. Werle, Cunningham, Locke, and more therefore the press-work should be reespecially the neteorological observations peatedly inspected ; in consequence of an of our countryman Kirwan, whose lite- inattention to this, some errors have rary and philosophical labours will be crept into the small almanack alluded to : admired while science cxists, in order to some more have arisen through inadver. collect materials for those prognostics of tence, some have originated from a close the weather; I was then employed in edit adherence to Morton's plan, &c. but all ing four other works, for Messrz. Wogan, these affect not the public at large. For Coyne, B. Smyth, and myself. To Wetten
ies of hall's Greek Grammar, in the improve life it is extremely fortunate that man's ment of which I was at that time parti wants depend not on mathematical precularly engaged, I added above sixty new cision, or the accuracy of intricate calcuexamples. For Gibson's treatise on sur lation. veying I adapted tables for the Sun's de
(To be Continued.]
ERIN ! A VISION. The World's great meteor! descending “ Unconscious of falsehood--alas!—I'm the West,
undoneHis glories of crimson-so beauteous! dis- “ Too late I've discover'd her serpentą play'd,
“ My self-chosen guardians—betray'd me Neath a wide spreading willow with
for gold, foliage array'd.
“ And cruelly robb’d me-of each native
right, The Zephyrs that fann'd me, a fragrance “ Each honor'd inheritance—barter'd had shed,
and sold The warblers of nature were humming " My radiance, was clouded by shadows their lays,
“ Unprotected!-and friendless—a prey Which-passing—was gilt—by the sun's
to each snare, fading rays.
“ Of one who endeavours each moment
to add, Charm'd, with the beauties of Hiber. « New woes to the past, which I nia's fair soil,
scarcely can bear, I in extasy prais’d Him!—who all things " And from which, I'm in dread-no rea composid,
lief can be had When luild by the Zephyrs; and wear « Tho’ for aid and redress have I year
ried by toil, On a moss yielding tuft-I in slumber re
after year, pos'd—
« Besought and conjur'd of Britania to
• attend Methought that before me in snow. « To my voice-or to lighten the bure. vieing vest,
den severeIn the zenith of innocence, beauty and “ In vain !she my grievances will not - years,
befriend. Appear'd a fair female! by sorrow
“ But Hope! thou sweet nurse !oh Bedewing—an half wither'd Shamrock
thy influence shed!
" And whisper-that soon my aMictions with tears!
shall cease, The quick falling dew-receiv'd Crysta 66 - That joy s brightest lustre-imJine aid,
impends o'er my head, ! From the care-worn furrows on her " And that soon- I shall biess'd be with visage imprest,
plenty and peace. And sorrow seen’d lovely - I ask'd the
. “ When releas'd from the shackles of fair maid, What anguish ?-what torment? lay hida
Union and woe,
me « The base art of a F-st- shall ne'r in her breast?
'gain avail With action most graceful with such “ I'll gratefully point out-my friend beauty, such mein,
from my foe, & My name it is Erin the fair one « Nor let traitors ! again o'er my Councila
prevail." " Once indeed I was term'd fair Erin Thus saying—the vision prepar'd to the green !
depart, " In the garden of beauty-of Europe! And left me a token of friendship to keep, the pride
Her soul-rending story so pierced ta “ But a Sister's base art--all my pow'r my hearthas won,
That I awoke from the solemn embraces She subdu'd me by flat'ry--gain’d me of sleep. by smiles,
HiccxUS. SU? 163 Great Britain Strand
THOUGHTS ON WAR AND ENGLISH CONNEXION.
Celestial train, as in my early days, In every part, see gaol or barrack rise, For thee I sighed! for thee alone could While huts and hamlets, all in ruin lies. please!
Which way so e'er we turn, the sight Bring all thy graces, all thy numbers alarms, bring,
“ Creation brightens in the gleam of Of Erin's woes, of Erin's sorrow sing!
arnis." Behold her Sons, the glory of the world From passing hosts, see clouds of dust Torn from the plough, to field-of-batile : arise, hurled!
Deforming all the landscape as it flies, See every branch of Mechanism still; And as they march in swift succession o'er Lonesome as night, or echo on the hill. Their native land, unto the fatal shore, All to the war, must cross the faithless Drear as the serpent's track, when death's deep,
in view, Their wives and children left behind to They move, they march, a desolating ' weep.
crew.' Unhappy Land! in evil hour decreed,
The people fly, nor dare to look behind,
And hear their death in every passing To starve thy own, and feed a foreign : wind. breed!
And, as the fatal tube ascending fies, Our ficlds, where Plenty smiles and Ceres
To catch the little ten:12nt of the skies, reigns,
The rést take light, in silent thicki i ruan, Feed and support the slaves that forge our So, flew the natives, to their little honie.
shains. A Nation, once renowned on every shore, The Plough must stop, the sickled hand Struck from the list! a Nation now no must cease, more!!!
While war! and death! proceed in rapid The love of glory, now no longer known pace. Affrighted, fed from despotisn's throne, These our amusements; these our only A People, prostrate, struggling in the joy; storm,
The works of death alone, our soul Noble, tho' slaves! oh! see their manly employ... i forms!
Of all our ills the cause, be mine, to trace A sight for angels; such their heavenly Their hostile influence on the human race. charms.
An isle so famed, for giant strength, Till England took them to her fatal arms, renowned, Base Union! fraught with more and Now pigmy cripples, creep along the heavier woe,
ground. Than ever did, Egyptian land o'erflow. In every look, in every feature trace, Cursed every tie, makes independence A naked, famished, sickly, beggared race. bow!
In rising youth, where vigour ought to Blasted the Lips! that solemnized the bloom, Vow!
Their pallid hue, bespeaks an early tomb. See the green fields, where manhood used From cribs and hovels, see the children to swarm,
swarm, Crossed in their blood, a dwarfish race Nor food to feed, nor fire to keep them dcform!
When nicht descends, and darkness corers Ah! what a change! see avaricious
h all, • Power, Wither each hope, and every joy devour,
They crowd the door, and for their fathers
call. . Our cities, towns, our villages, and plains, Ah! unavailing cries! heart-rending sight! wbere pleasure smiled; now awful silence Scrves but to ausment the terrors of the i reigns;
night. Save, when the cannon, or the trumpet's Alas! no father's ear, shall catch the breath,
sound, Proclaims aloud, th' unhappy Peasant's for death has seized, and sealed it to the death;
ground, Or when battalions charge, or columns He
He fein battle on a foreign shore, form,
Nor wife, nor child, nor friend shall see Lay waste the country, or its face deform.
bim more. lo every walk, we see, or hear the sound
A CARLOW FRIEND. Of burnished Liclock, or of drum pro. Carlow, June 25th. 1810. 'n found.
(To be Continued.)
An Irish Artists' Complaint, on the degradation of his Country.
(Concluded from our last – Page 480.)
And foremost of the poisonous tribe of One yet remains of our triumy'rate crew, Prey,
Attend my friend, and take a transient Stand Clare and Foster, and a Castlereagh, view, The first indeed, has vanish'd as he ought; Of Pitt's proud pupil, putrid Castlereagh, The blasted victim of the crimes he Who equal pow'rs unequally display, wrought,
Corruption's broker, modern matricide, Malignant leader of the chosen band, Ą Nero swellid withi Luciferian pride, Oi irish traitors who first sold the land, The heir of all his great preceptor's parts, Yet by his chapmen justly laid aside, Alike well skill'd in Machiavelian arts.. Unpotic'J lived, and unregretted died. A venal merchant, traflicking in slaves,
First stabs his country, nexts its vengeance The next, whose venom everywhere
- Expert in ev'ry ministerial feat, Ripe from the Budget of the present year,
Could buy a member, or could sell a seat, That Budget which, far greater mischiefs
Could plan campaigns, and numerous arown,
mies station, Than what from old Pandora's box had
Where they'd be sure to meet extermi. flown,
nation; In that, Hope's balsam yet remain'd
Direct brave Legions in a single breath, behind,
The shortest way to win a sudden In this, none can that consolation find.
death, Big with his spawn, with hopeless ills
And calmly order sixty thousand men, replete,
To man the yawning graves of Walcheren. To meet the “ rising grandeur" of the
Profoundly 'skill'd in sanguinary missions, State,
Famous at Quixotic expeditions: Infernal falsehood; aggravating ill,
To hear of nations any wise oppress'd To mock our woes, then heap on greater
His armies fly to succour the distress'd,
Thus nobly healing every foreign sore, The light itself, which gen'rous heav'n By making worse what was so bad bestow'd,
before, As freely giv’n as it had freely glow'd. While Mother country blecds at every No longer now in pristine freedom pore. shines,
In short, my friend, we in this trio see, But droops half crush'd beneath a Foster's
Our host of Robbers in epitome, fines.
Rapacious leaders of a priviledg'd gang, The Press, that echo of the public grief, Who non-commission'd brother craftsmen Its last refuge, its slow but sure relief, ' hang, That rampart which a tott'ring freedom That dare step forward from a famish'd saves,
mob, The scourge of Tyrants and the bane of And without patent individuals rob; Knaves,
Death meets the men who lowly Lies groaning under Irish Foster's scheme, imitate, With scarcely power to stigmatize his The Diplomatic Robbers of the State, name.
Whose punishuacni for flagrant peculation,
Is, what? not death, but pension'd apThe decent poor, behold with rending
The craft who levies local contribution, Their usual lively fav’rite bev'rage rise,
Need never hope for legai absoliuion, Nor view no more the gentle flowing rill,
But titled honours and rewards attend, That round the peaceful board the tea
The vultures, who the nation's bowels cups fill, But hostile, to the temp’rate meal the foe,
"Tis life itself to rob the Commonweal, A mad'ning liquid in its place bestow, To stille reason and reflection drown,
But death to plunder on a smaller scale. He raised the tea and let the Whiskey Such, such libernia, are the vip'rous fry, e down,
You in succesion fruisfully supply,
Who in conjunction with proud Albion' Not finer matter, search from Pole to Pole, breed,
"Than constitutes a true Hibernian soul, Drink up your blood, and on your vitals Whe, where they'r good, none better can feed,
appear, Devoted land! of Nations most forlorn, But where they're bad o h muse be By foreign, and by homebred serpents silent here! torn.
Hence rise a hope, or Heav'n itself must Yet still, my friend, does this our Island fail, teem,
That o'er the bad, the good will yet With men who would from infamy prevail, redeem,
How far that day, just Heav'n alone best The most polluted venal spot on earth.
knows, Yes, Ireland, still to noble souls give Who deals, in turn, to all, their share of birth;
A NEW SONG, CALLED THE DAGGER-MAN.
Tune _“ Donald Braun.”
Who would for money write Keogh You lawyers all, both great and small, • down, Come listen to my curious song ;
Who'd prove me wise, and him a fool. And if you've any brains at all,
To Crow-street Club I went one day, You'll keep clear of popish throng.
Where in a brawling Doctor ran; From Munster great, I came of late, Says he, “ I'll get without delay, The Dublin Papists to trepan;
For you, dear Sir, a dagger Man.” But cruelly they do me treat,
6 Because I have a dagger Man.
“ Really" says I, excellent friend, 2
How shall I your great zeal requite ? My GRANDSIRE was a man of sense, But are you sure he'll serve the end, Who knew full well veal calves to buy; Pray can he defamation write?
And having scraped good store of pence, Said he, oh trust one! if he can't, The Grazing trade he then did try. In Dublin town no other can; Succeeding well in that also,
Says I, he's just the one I want, My dad great things for me did plan; So quick employ the dagger Man,
And from my youthful days I know, There's virtue in a dagger Man.
The Doctor soon with him agreed, S
He told him of my wealth in land; When first the Papists to advise,
Then strait to me he came with speed, I took much pains a book to write;
And said he was at my command. Then all the blockheads thought me
His task I told, to work he went, wise,
With Clinch and Keogh he first began; I put things in so dark a light:
And sure such bile was never spent, "As how the Frenchmen all eat frogs,
988, As came forth from my dagger Man, While “ Munster boys' potatoes fill; Besides they were such puny dogs,
But Watty Cox has found us out, One man could twenty of them kill.
And talks about my great grand Dam; My next attempt was made with Jem He says he'll kick us both about, The bonny duke of modest mein;
Because my grand Sire kill'd a Ram.* With him the Popish rage to stem,
Besides he threatens doleful tale ! And help Old Nestor to arraign.
If we go to Crow-street Divan; But being foil'd, in great disgust,
Our hides most soundly he will fail, Back strait to Munster quick I ran;
Myself and Con. the dagger Man. Resolv'd no more my fate to trust,
SIR SLAUGHTERHOUSE SNEERWELL With any but a dagger Man. Not long I staid from Dublin town,
..And sold it to his Customers as WeSo anxious I to find a tool ;