bestow on the march of humbug, Popery, and civilizashun. All Milashuns knows, or ought to know that fitin' is the rale badge of honour; and hair-thriggers, airly risin, long fasis, 12 pasis, and lint, (take care you don't read Lent,) is the perfict symbles of thrue Irish chivalry. Many a time I wondhers what that fitin' Fitzgarld, or that black bully Aigen, or some more of thim prime pups ov the ould Parlamint would say if they could cum to life agen, and see gintlemin thried for their lives by a pack ov ignorant jurors (all of thim shopkeepers, or sumthing else mane and low), meerly becos they had praps blown out a few ounces of brains in an onnorable manner. Begonny's, they'd be disgusted with the counthry, and 'ud pray to be sent back to their present quarthers again, preferrin the hottest place in the other world to an unbloody residence in this. But awful as things was thin, they warn't half so bad as they is at present, when the people-more shaim to 'em-has taken to the Timpirense humbug, and when riottin and abduxions, pleasure and procther-shootin, is altogether swep out of the island. I think it were some time before the pariod of which I now writes, that that witty rattle Jack Boyle-or as he was cault, the Admirable Crikton of Cork-started that most Mileeshin of all pariodicalls, the Cork Freeholder. Every one who has been so happy as to peruse the pages of that wondherfool print must confiss that they were the receptikls of great eloquince, great erudition, and a wit so starry, so brilliant, so lusciously yet coyly lascivious, that its aiquil is in trooth rarely to be found, except of coorse in Frasier's Magazeen, and the Quarterly, whinever I writes in it, or maybe the Times whin I gives a ladin' artikl to Misther Delane (he's an Irishman, and I has a likin for 'em all, and does whatever I can to sarve the poor fellas whin they comes to London); and the haughty motto which Misther Boyle seleckted for this paper may be regarded and quoted as the best type. of the fearlisniss and bould energy of libill with which it was conducted "Yes, I am proud-I must be proud to see Among its contributors was rankt the most distinguisht characthers of the day, and it was only necessary that a man should be notorious for pitch and toss or manslauther to secure him instant admission into its columns. Its fame had penethrated so far, that several and several artikls was sent over to Misther Boyle all the way from Amerrikey (postage unpaid!)—but in coorse they nivir appeared for thim dhrab-coloured Yankees altho' they knows a thing or two about Pennsylvanian bonds and state securities, knows nothin' of cumpusition. Maginnthe thranscendant Dockther Maginn-was its prensiple writher. Preesht Mahony was another-he it was who wrote the Elexshun squibs, the Foundlin Hospitl fillippiks, and the epigrams for the laidies. Croughton Croker oh ye darlint little man, 'tis I that likes you!-cannonaded the Brunswick Club, and supplied aneckdotes of sich fairies as was enthrapped in the county. The critickhell dipartment was undher the manidgemint of Din Lardner (badly enuff he done it God nose!); and to me, Misther Brallaghan, the shooperintindince of the Poet's corner, and the correction of the proofs was committed. The Rivirind Tom Megwire deskanted on the praises of the gerls, and decanted the whisky; and Misther Boyle himself flared-up on the praises of potheen. Dan O'Connel-him that they calls the Liberathor of Ireland—him that, like the exspirin whale of that purty poet, Misther Edmund Waller. "Threatens ruin with his monstrous tail."—Summer Islands. -sometimes gev us a political letther in eulogy or abuice (as the humour sthruk him) of the "base brutal and bluddy" Whigs; and the delikit Tom Moore, from his sylvan cottage at Ashburne, Darbyshire, fraquently conthributed a poetikal thriflle on kisses and thaylogy. My cozen Fargus too was admitted as a conthributor by my intherest; but Misther Boyle never ped him anything for his manyscripts, for they scarcely was worth the cost of prentin; altho' I remimbers one of his puns that was very good. Misther Dan one day bragged and boasted of his long "tail," and all the inflooince he possist, and how the Poap sint him a goolden cross from Roam, (the deuce a cross he got from Daniel in return I'd swarc) and sich like. This nettled Fargus very much, tho' he tuk no notice at the time; but soon afther Danl lost a couple of eleckshins, and 7 or 8 of his tail-joints was thrun out. 66 By the livin Jingo," sez he to Fargusthey was great cronies then-" by the livin Jingo," sez he, "I'm afeard my Tail is dhropping away by degrees." My cozen laft; and takin up a Homer, he put Dannel's finger on the follying passage: Ωλετο ΤΗΛ ως και συ καταφθισθαι συν εκείνω The minnit Dan saw it, he turned blew in the mug like a dyin Lasscar, and as I hopes to be saved was obleedgd to be supported into a chair, where he lay for a long time dog-sick, until a noggin of burnt sperrits releevd him. But revenons à nos moutons,-let us return to our mutton, which av coorse manes Fargus. My poor cozen was of great use to Misther Boyle, for he used to fite all the jewels that the squibs in the Freehoulder purvoaked; and as O'Konnr was a crack shot, no one cared much to demand sattisfaxshun, so that we libilld and blackgarded away as we thought proper. I remimber well what a hullabulloo was all about Cork whin Father Mahony purpozed that the heads of the poor gerls in the House of Industhry should be shaved for insubordinashun. The fax of that case was as follows: Mahony who was * Your tail is evanishing fast my dear DANNEL; always doin' quare things, had rote a pamflit, which he published undher the title of, A modest Proposal for Shaving Ram Cats by Moonlight. This was one of the most extrawrdinery purduxions that ever fell from the pen of human being, much less a priest, and so mighty great an outcry did it create in Cork, and sich a shower of joaks, and puns, and reddicule did it call down upon the preesht's head, that he was absolewtly ashamed to show his noaz outside the door, and as for praching a sarmint it was quite out of the question. No one could tell why his Ravarince had taken sich a dislike to the feline spacies, as to propose that their whiskers should be shaved. Tom Hood said every where it was the most barberous act that ever the Jaysuits had thought of. Maginn declared that the holy father evidently ped more attinshun to the subjeckt of cats than to his catechism: and at whatever table Mahony dined, the leddy of the house nivir forgot to axe him whether he was fond of catsup? The consequinces to the fayline thribe was awful. All the cats of Cork fell into a catalepsy; some of the docthers said it was a catarrh; and the catastrophe was that the poor dumb animals was fissickd with a whole cataclysm of jollups, and epsum salts, and magneesha, and sich like cathartics, a catalog of which would fill up too much of this paper. The owners of the cats was in coorse very much annoyed with the preesht for what he done, and altho' some of the more violent threatend to flea Father Mahony with a cat-o'-nine-tails whinever they |