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Ho! my buck, said I, have I beat you out? Swallower of paving-stones, have you now met harder stuff? Devourer of zinc and ink-bottles, of wheel-barrows and wig-blocks, have you here found a block surpassing all ? He stopped on hearing me, for he is really a very sensible insect, or, as my friend George Caleb Beale says, a mighty cute cratur; and, by his dejected motions, appeared to reason with me for tasking him too hard. I therefore took back the essay, and it is still to be seen unhurt in the archives of the Cork P. and L. Society.
But what is all this to Mr Fogarty's poem? Nothing, I confess; but it is not every day I have an opportunity of writing for Blackwood's Magazine, and I may be excused for making the best of my time. As for the spider, I have put him on low diet of late, feeding him only with garbage. Among other trash, I gave him a London Magazine the other day to eat, but it went near killing him. He has been vomiting ever since, the dose was so nauseous; and what he principally throws up is their Cockney table-talk, and Weathercock's waggery.
I am digressing again, for in fact the spider goes between me and my sleep. Do not tell Mr Brand I have written to you about it, as I have a fine article on the subject for him. Entre nous, he pays shabbily ; sixpence a page
is no pay for original science. All I have to say to you about Mr F.'s poem, is to beg that you will print it with all sort of accuracy. The reading public of this city are highly delighted with it. I remain, Sir, your obedient servant.
H. Cork, Nov. 1, 1820. P.S.Our friend D desired me to ask you, why you did not answer the letter forwarded by him to you some weeks ago.*
THE EAGLE FLIGHT.
Ορνις γας οι ισηλθε σιρησεμαι μεμαώτι
Iliad, M. 200.
Stooped down to pay him fealty. WORDSWORTH.
A grisly ghost, or goblin of the tomb,
Where these grim nothings fill the dreary gloom?
* We did receive a hoax, signed “the holder of two respectable and responsible situations ;” and we take this opportunity of requesting, that the wags of Cork will keep their humbugging to themselves, and not put us to the expense of paying postage for their jokes. Indeed we are astonished that so respectable a man as our able correspondent, who, we half suspect, may be our own old friend, Mr Holt, meddles in these matteri.
(I ask them all, from sixty to sixteen,
From cheek of wrinkles to the cheek of bloom ;)
Where I sat brooding o'er my unfledged young,
Of woe you utter'd, drops of pity wrung
And hole and corner, these dark wilds among,
To meet my neighbour, Paddy Blake, to-night,
With heart at ease, and spirits gay and light;
I drank raw brandy, and was bother'd quite ;
“ That you've been fuddled, Dan, and more's the shame,
Stagger along, and lose the road he came;
And bring your neighbours to behold your shame;
saint's and lady day you'd fast,
Since drink has stuck you (penance fit!) a bog in ;
And you are still an honest sort of chap-
Cosses to dogs or cats ;-I could, mayhap,
Keep good look out, and shun the treach'rous nap,
More to the comfort than the good advice;
Told his kind friend “he'd mount him in a trice,
* A cannister, or any other appendage tied to a dog's tail, is called in Ireland a Coss. Whether the word is pure English or not, I have not now time to enquire; Dr E. D. Clarke seems to think it is Latin, as he has observed it, he says, very frequently after peoples names in inscriptions, as IMP. CAESAR COS. This is a learned and plausible conjecture, and nearly as probable as Mr Galiffe's proof of the derivation of the language of Rome from that of Russia.
If he would promise, that in case he flew
Too quick”-a pause—“Old Nick would oft entice
His home and fire, keen hunger and slow death,
He sickens, trembles, and pants hard for breath.
“ That you were not”-(a sly look underneath
Rustled his pinions loudly for the fight,
For Dan to linger; here, for many a night,
No living thing to cheer his aching sight,
And Dan began his saddle to dispose
Mounted with care, and straigthen'd out his toes
The bird's proud neck, e'er he to flight arose ;
In many an airy whirl the Eagle sped-
With which the bird his sail-broad pinions spread,
Which all around the silver moon-beams shed;
Quoth Dan, “ but now I find 'tis all a lic;
To wet my lips that grow so hard and dry ;
Your journey now is over, if you'll fly
Mazeppa's chronicle ; but Arab steed,
Could fly with so much vigour or such speed;
As light as on the whirlwind floats the reed;
+ Vid. Ariosto. By the way, Ariosto's description of Astolpho's journey to the moon contains many unauthentic particulars, as I shall probably mention hereafter.
“You've past my house, I tould you so before,
Or home, or DAISY, I'll ne'er visit more ;
Bent for some distant quarter of the sky,
That he to earthly things had bid good-bye ;
Of such a journey. Here Dan gave a sigh ;
Living or lifeless, to be found was none,
Pursued their airy voyage all alone ;
They might perhaps in company have gone
Published by Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown,
Though by your wits’tis laughed at and cried down.
When thy detractors' names shall be unknown,
Beneath them stretch'd the broad and rock girt bay,
Of thousand stars, soon far behind them lay.
Glangariffe's cliffs, and deep embowered way;
Nought was below them but the scudding cloud,
And Dan still wept his sad mishaps aloud;
* Whiddy, a handsome island in Bantry Bay.
+ Hungry-hill, a most unpoetical, though not inappropriate name, for a high hill in he south of the county of Cork.
# Charles Fort. A map of the country (as recommended by Sir Walter Scott in his ady of the Lake) would greatly assist the understanding of the exact bearing of the diferent places commemorated in this flight. It would appear that the road to the moon, rom Bantry, in the Eagle's opinion, lay over Kinsale.
And higher as they fled, still brighter shone
The queen of night in vestal lustre proud ;
Intensely strong ;-and every spot of Heaven
As tho' to be a sun each star was given ;
And steady course,-(to one he counted seven
Our Eagle's flight, for 'tis not my intention
Unwilling patience ; suffice it to mention,
He reached the moon, his limit of ascension ;
To tire yourself a flying thro' the air ?
To perch myself on that round body there!"
Or with one shake i'll send you, I declare,
I'll leave you there a moment at the most,
Demur another second and your lost;"
Seated himself as upright as a post,
In momentary terror of a fall,
And leave his rider on the lunar ball;
Cursing and praying very piteously ;
Down tow'rds the regions of the western sky,
The sky was cloudless. Daniel saw him fly
So Pliny, lib. 2. c. 55. Solana e volucribus aquilam fulma haud percutit ; quæ hoc armigera hujus teli fingitur. And again, lib. 10. cap. 3. Negant unquam solam hanc alitem fulmine examinatam : ideo armieram Jovis consuetudo judicavit. I am happy to add the testimony of Daniel O'Rourke to that of Pliny,