an autumn, or that her sallow cheeks outblush the Persian rose bud. Right gallantly the chargers prance, and, with steady aim and unswerving arm, the horsemen shiver their seasoned lances. Again they retreat, and again return, and still sustain the fame of their renowned achievements. Honour has been hither the sole mark of their ambition; nor is the magnet more engrossed by its devotion to the pole than their energies of mind and body by that Juggernaut of their idolatry. Still, bold and dauntless and energetic as has been their bearing, it can be excited still farther. At the very moment when strength appears exhausted and agility at a stand, a word pronounced in a certain tone from the gallery will penetrate recesses of the soul unexplored as yet, and evoke a fresh burst of manhood, before which all opposition must bite the dust.

Such, on a smaller scale, was the influence of that last cheer upon the wearied strandmen. The goal, now that the bridge is past, is not one hundred yards distant. Shall they return disgraced to their friends? never! They rally, and cheer back in weak reply, and the steersman waves his hat and strains the chords of the tiller till they crackle. Longer and more rapidly the oars are bent; they gain ground every stroke, and, like the axe of the poet, appear to gain fresh strength as they go. And now they shoot apast the sailors hurriedly, "like a cloud in a tempest that passes the sun.". The Cork men are acting bravely, but their exertions, however sublimated, surpass not those of ordinary emulation. The sympathies of domestic life contribute not their bracing and concentrating influence. And thus, like other rivals in a crisis, they struggle with misdirected labour, and lash the water with ineffective might. It had been remarked, in the beginning of the race, that the sailors, in order to maintain their advantage, were obliged to expend a greater quantity of strength than their opponents, and the cause seemed to be that, on account of having been accustomed to rougher water, they had contracted a method of elevating their oars something more than was necessary on the smooth bosom of the Shannon. And now, when a reserve corps would be most requisite to ensure success, it is not forthcoming; and they are compelled to see their opponents appropriate the wreath which all but adorned their own temples. The signal is struck, and assembled myriads hail the victors with triumphant Ios, which were alas! to be so soon converted into the wailings of widowed parents and shrieks of orphan children. The vampire death was brooding with outstretched wings over the devoted city. I anticipated the swoop, and, by a hasty resolve, was travelling, on the following morning, towards some bathing place on the western coast of Clare.

I. K.

THE GREY DYNASTY.

A CANTICLE FOR 1833.

"Twas a dark Grey man-and he sat in a ball,
Surrounded by his peers :-

His order was there, in their pride and pow'r,
And they thought not of a future hour,

Nor he of former years.

For tyranny's flend seized his soul, and he
Abjured his young vows of liberty.

Senility's spell in his soul was born,

And he looked on the days of his manhood with scorn ; And in impotent malice, mistaken for might,

He summoned the legions of darkness to light;

But the legions of darkness in terror ran
From the darker spells of that dark grey man.

"Why come ye not to my call?" said he--
"Why hearken ye not to my ministry?
I want ye to do such deeds as were done

Ere the world was dawn'd on by liberty's sun,—
When, wrapt in his mantle of darkness and blood,
The tyrant cried 'do'—and he said it was good!"

"I cannot come," said a fiend, who lay
Much like an ass 'twixt his bundles of hay.
"I am knawing ten mitres here, so encrusted
With red blood and red gold that together are rusted,
That I know not which of the ten is least hard,
And 'tis only just now you have played that card;
And until that trick you have won's taken up,
I can gorge no more on your bit or your sup."

"Let the mitres alone," said the dark grey man,
"Come help me now in my mightier plan;
"Twas but a mask'd battery, as soldiers say,
I opened thus, to begin my play.

'Tis a comical piece—I have cast it strong,

And my actors are good at "all in the wrong."
"Oh! dark grey man!!" said the fiends all at once,
"Think not the devils you thus can sconce-
"Tis a TRAGEDY fierce you want us to act,

And we are so tired of such pieces, in fact,

We'll give up our salaries sooner than play :
This much astonished the man of dark Grey !)
We've had blood in France, and in Belgium and Greece,
Till the devils themselves even long for peace;

"Who shows to me the God's retreat,
"Shall press these lips with kisses sweet;
"But oh! in store for him are fees,
"More rich, more rapturous than these-
"My last of favours, first of charms,
"Who will restore him to my arms:

"Then list while I describe to thee

"The person of this Deity.

"Mongst thousands thou may'st know him by

"His fierce, his dauntless, wanton eye;

"His skin not fair, but dazzling bright,

"All glowing with his spirits, light.
"Of his sweet tones and words beware,
"He only thinks and talks to snare;
"For he, the petty, treacherous boy,
"In mischief has his greatest joy.
"Rich flowing, curling, tresses grace
"His playful, bold, and lovely face;
"And oh! his small and weakly arm,
"Can the grim Pluto's self disarm;
"He bears, beside, a flaming torch,
"Which can Apollo's rays outscorch.
"Beneath his seeming honest smile,
"He hides designs of fraud and guile :
"Now here, now there, he flutters round,
"Inflicting many a deadly wound;

"Though small his quiver and his bow,
"Yet all in heaven, and earth below-
"Young maidens, men, and Gods all smart
"Beneath his bitter, rankling dart;
"And even 1, his mother, feel

"His darts unerring barbed steel."

"Now if this baby God thou find,
"His little hands that instant bind-
"His prayers, his tears, oh! these despise,
"And list not to his feigned sighs;

"But if he try thy lips to kiss,

"Fly, oh! fly, the dangerous bliss:

"His pouting lips, with poison red,
"Their fevered, fatal pressure dread ;
"And if the wily God should say,
"My bow, my quiver, take away,'
"Touch not the weapons with thy hand-
"No-sooner grasp a flaming brand,
"Than hold those arms, at his desire,

"Long since imbued with liquid fire."

W. B. M.

IRELAND IN 1832; OR, THE SECOND YEAR OF THE MARQUESS OF ANGLESEY'S SECOND VICE-ROYALTY.

BY THE REV. E. TIGHE GREGORY, L.L.D.

THERE was formerly an appendage to the Irish Court-a creature that fed on the crumbs which fell from the Viceregal board, whose service was rendered by supplying, upon certain natal anniversaries, a piece of flattery-ycleped an ode. Whether, in latter years, the race of poetical flatterers became extinct, or whether the taste for their productions has passed away, we know not; but we have some reason for suspecting that the office has lately been revived under another appellation, and, instead of a poet, we have a prover laureat, who annually supplies a pamphlet, full of "artificial nonsense," as a substitute for the hyperbolical lyrics of his predecessors. The publication now before us is the most amusing of all the "annuals" for the year 1833, not even excepting "Hood's Comic," whose influence in diminishing the number of November suicides in England has been so well ascertained. The laureat commences with a definition of loyalty, and its reverse, disloyalty, both of which, he asserts, are not understood in Ireland! About the extent of the former, or the manner in which it is interpreted by our countrymen, we will not contend with

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the writer; but if he asserts that disloyalty is not properly understood by them, according to its original and vernacular meaning, we can only remark, that if amongst a people a true notion of loyalty cannot be found, a proper sense of disloyalty must be equally unknown. Doctor Gregory, therefore, proceeds to enlighten the people of Ireland upon the two principles; and however required his lectures upon the first may be, there are many who are of opinion that his illustrations of the second are not altogether so necessary. To learn disloyalty we have no need of such a tutor.

The character of his patron is thus magnificently described in "blank prose :"—

Posterity, removed from recent impressions, divested of prejudice, and uninfluenced by partiality, when looking back on the page of history, will acknowledge with pleasure the ability and talent which prevented an explosion severing the two countries for ever, averted the horrors of a civil war, and, during the most arduous ViceRoyalty that Ireland has seen since the Holy See presented her a valueless gift to England, proved by the ultra abuse of each ultra faction, the straight-forward honesty, the rigid, even-handed justice, of a true friend to the true interests of the country-a Ruler who held not the sword in vain, but who tempered justice with mercy. "Tis the picture of Anglesey I have drawn, and in future ages the fidelity of the likeness will be recognised."

The laureat says-it is the picture of Anglesey he has drawn, and in future ages the fidelity of the likeness will be recognised. It was necessary, indeed, to put the name of the subject under the portrait, even for the information of his contemporaries, like the artist who inscribed the names of the animals he painted under them, lest they should be mistaken for others; and how posterity will be able to recognise the likeness, except through the same means, we are at a loss

to know.

Mr. Gregory spares a niche in his prose Dunciad, to laud the Right Hon. Secretary for Ireland. Thus the poet sings :—

"Those who had seen the statesman in St. Stephen's Chapel, smiled at that abortive malice which would have dived into the gloomiest recesses of even their own dark and cheerless hearts, sooner than meet his surpassing brilliant eye, or contend even in thought with the readiness of his replies, the plenitude and richness of his illustrations, or the rapid flow of his almost resistless oratory, like a mountain torrent, bearing down all before it-often convincing, always humiliating his opponents."

The part where the author seems to be most in earnest, and least inspired, is where he alludes to Mr. Hume's impious attempt to abolish the Lieutenancy of Ireland. Such a step would deprive Ireland of her magnificent court, and the Rev. E. T. Gregory of his laureatship.

"There is but one event in the possibilities of legislation which could enable Mr. O'Connell to reconcile extremes,' and would, in all pro