IMPROMPTU, To Miss WHENE'ER I address you, you bid me say "Miss," THE EPISCOPAL MAMMOTH, ALIAS A-X-D-R THE 66 GREAT" OF MEATH. "She walks in beauty, like the night."-Hebrew Melodies. I. He walks in fatness-what a sight For Christian climes and Christian eyes! His cheeks, in that plethoric plight II. Thy day is o'er-thou'lt soon be less- How carnal is their dwelling-place!" 1 The first of a series of parodies of the Hebrew Melodies, devoted to the Church, which were written for, and commenced with, the Comet, May 1st, 1831. III. And view the cheek, and mark the brow, And loves-(of course ?)—ALL innocent!'' 1 The following parodies, on the subjoined sonnet of Lord Byron and the last of his Hebrew Melodies, are from the pen of a member of the original Comet Club, and are at once too good in themselves and too apposite to the present occasion, to be omitted here. SONNET. To Genevra. Thine eyes' blue tenderness, thy long fair hair, When from his beauty-breathing pencil born, Such seem'st thou-but how much more excellent! SONNET. To the Right Reverend Father in God, Thy cheeks' round ruddiness, thy broad gray wig, That-but I know thy blessed paunch is fraught With all a Prelate's appetite e'er sought,1 When born upon the bard's dramatic page, The Falstaff of Will. Shakspeare trod the stage- AN EPISCOPAL PORTRAIT. "A spirit passed before me: I beheld."-Hebrew Melodies. "Who is more just than I? or who more pure ? Superbum Pontificum potiore cœnis.-HORACE, II. 14. 2 "We are told by Plutarch," says Shiel, "that a banquet was once provided by a celebrated epicure, consisting of an immense variety of dishes, but that the whole was made up of pork, which had been cooked after different fashions. The CHURCH is like the pork that supplied the materials of this variegated feast, and admits of DRESSING in an infinite diversity of ways. God forbid, however, that we should insinuate that any of the Dignitaries of the Establishment offered the comparison to our fancy, or that we should exclaim at the sight of ONE of them, Epicuri de grege PORCUS!" SONG FOR UNITED IRISHMEN OR IRISHMEN UNITED. "Frangimur si collidimur !" Motto of the Seven United Provinces of AIR-" Major-domo am I.” I. LET fools waste the night, In wrangling on Church or on State; About Tory or Whig, Or puzzle our heads with debate. And quaff, And send the song gayly about: For Tories and Whigs may be right or be wrong, Where virtue is seen, Be it Orange or Green, II. That virtue we love and respect; No distinction we know, Of a friend or a foe, By the nicknames of party or sect. We leave the great, &c. III. Then, away with the ass Who would prate o'er his glass Of Green or of Orange to-night! For good fellows like us Only care to discuss The merits of red and of white. We leave the great, &c. May 26th, 1837. 'This couplet to be repeated in singing. EPIGRAM, On a big-mouthed Glutton. "GIVE me some place to stand!" Archimedes once cried, "And I'll move the whole earth at my will."Had you the same thing, Ned, your mouth is so wide, You might swallow the globe as a pill. March 27th, 1829. A CONTRAST FOR THE CHURCH. Suggested by reading, during a season of famine and pestilence in the West of Ireland, of some tithe-seizures of potatoes, potato-pots, &c., attended with a legalized slaughter of their miserable owners, in consequence of an attempt at "a rescue." THE ancient natives of Marseilles, The Church's reign. of wealth and crime 1 The apparently excessive violence of the lines on this subject cannot be more appropriately justified, than by adverting to the single narrative, among many such scenes, of the "Battle of Skibbereen," the name given by Cobbett to the tithe-massacre perpetrated by Parson Morrit, of Skibbereen, in the county of Cork, on his Popish parishioners, in 1821, a year of scarcity and pestilence. No less than thirty persons are stated to have been "sent to another world" on this occasion, by the "man of God," who was both a Parson and Magistrate, and, as such, ordered the Police to fire! The people's resistance to his decimating Reverence arose from their having left him the tenth perch of every potato-ridge in their fields, the produce of which he refused to dig and carry away, insisting on taking his tithe out of the potatoes they had stored] up, and which were the ONLY food they had to live upon! Amongst other affecting circumstances, on this occasion, the following instance occurred. A fine boy, about 14 years old, the only child of a poor widow, who resided in a miserable hut on the road-side, in the neighbourhood of this military Pastor, having run out to ascertain the cause of the volleys of musketry, was fired at and shot through the body; and, having crawled for refuge to the furze-bush of an adjoining ditch, died there, and remained undiscovered till he was washed down by the floods upon the road between Rosscarbery and Skibbereen, where a friend of |