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cain her great popularion, unas- pulation is drawn off to enlarge a sisted by any external relations commercial intercource in which whatever. This evident and un- their country has litile ipterest, or answerable character of our coun, where its honour is not to be rigtry, is studiously kept out of view dicated. or denied by one party among It was arrogantly and foolishly us, ånd dou bied by a well meano predicted that America could not ing number of another considera- exist as an independent State if ble proportion of our country- she wanted the protection of Engmen. Berkley, though a Prores- land ; time has given an answer tant and an English Prelate, was to such feeble assertions. If proan Irishman, in a very extensive tection against the exercise of inmeaning of the word, and was dustry and commerce, could serve very well informed of the politi- America daring her bondage, cal and commercial eminence she enjoyed it to the fullest extent which his country, even in his for she was interdicted any comdays was capable of,

munication wih the surrounding That we possess those means of world, but through the medium self existence which the patriot of England, and even the proPrelate alludes to, may be seen vinces as they were then called, åt one view by any reflecting pers were restrained from exchanging son, who knows the kind of com. such articles of manufacture as merce which foreign jealousy they attempted, with each other. connives at, and we may say en- This might be called a protection courages. We export beef alive against opulence, in favour of inand dead, Pork in the same state, digence and vice. America relive mutton, and burcer in im- quired but little of policical disa mense quantities. We feed the cernment to discover the inconvenaval and military armies of the nience of such protection, and Empire, besides a great part of she exchanged it for the trade of the labouring classes of the Eng. the whole earth, has doubled her glish people, and in return we popularion, and covered her import tobacco. Our people are coasts with new and opulent cideprived of articles of the first cies. necessity, and are allowed a pois | Ministers may flatter themsonous weed in exchange. Our selves that the property they trecorn is removed to another coun. 1 quently tell we enjoy. is advance try, or distilled at home, and be- ing with surprising rapidity, we tween both misfortunes arise listen with due deference, but we drunkeness and famine, immora- | never can be persuaded that the lity and hunger ; parrial Insur- immense quantity of provisions rections, and disgusting ferociiy we raise ought not to be detained are the consequences ; crimes of at home, until we were supplied, a local and lasting nature exist by that a measure so different from constant irritation that want any commercial nations, that of exof the character of civilization, porring all we raise, instead of or even the melancholy dignity the redundancy of it, is calculate of rebellion. These vices called to produce riches, plenty or forth the hand of the law, or the security, or that tobacco is a suf. summary sword of the soldier. \ficient substitute for beef or but Panishment is substituted for instruction, or a “saperalundant po. 1

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“ THE ROAST BEEF OF OLD ENGLAND.”

AS SUNG IN THE IRISH PORTER HOUSI, AND AT DONNY-BROOK AIR.

Tune, “ When glorious Queen Bess to all Europe gave Law.

DEAR PAT do you know who thore Englishmen be,
They are all HORNED, cach rank and degree,

Dear Pat do you know who these English mea be,
They are all HORNED, cach rank and degree,
For the Ox and the English are one family.

Sing, o ! the Roast Beef of Old England,
Sing, O! the Old Englida Roast Beef.

II:

If garrisons were made of ft ong Butcher's falls,
And PORTER-Poss fit to batter down walls,

If garrisons were made of strong Butcher's stalls,
And PORTER-Pots fit to batter down walls,
Zounds bow we'd fight them if DUMPLINS were Ballo.

Sing, O! the Roast Beef of Old England,
Siag, 'O! the Old English Roast Beef.

III.

To the midst of a battle, on a fine summers day,
Mark what the men to their General say,

in the midst of a battle, on a fine rummers day,
Mark what the men to their General ray,
If you don't give us Beef we will all run away.

Sing, O! the Roaft Beef of Old England.
Sing, O! the Old English Roast Beef.

IV.

Now to conclude give the ENGLISH their due,
There are none at the TRENCHBR as they HALT 80 TRUE,

Now to conclude give the ENGLISH their DUE,
There are none at the TRENCHER as they HALF 50 TRUE, .
For they ne'er will give up until death docs encue!

Sing, o! the Roaft Beef of Old England,
Sing, O! the Old English Roast Beef,

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THE GIFT OF LOVE..

MY fair one to prove that her paflion was true,
Entwin'd this sweet garland, and gave it to me;

She pluck'd off the thorns, and kiss'd off the dew,
And the bound it with leaves off the sweet willow tree.

“ Accept it," she said, and the blushes of youth
Arose, as the plac'd the sweet gift on my brow,

Accepe it," she said, “ as the pledge of my truth," While I funk on her bolom, and breathed a vow.

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• From Crn, the birth-place of Simonides, the Grecian Poet, principally lebrated for his Traanations and Elegics.

TO THE EDITOR OF THE IRISH MAGAZINE.

SIR,

Soon after the Publication of the Irish Grammar, upon which you have passed a merited eulogium, in your Magazine for August, the following Lines, addressed to its Author, were received by Mr. O'Flanagan, Secretary to the Gælic Society, Dublin:

As when of Old, we read in heroic strains,
Ofertant knights lopg held in magic chains,
'Till rolling time produce the powerful chief,
Who breaks the spell, and gives th' enslav'd relief.
Thus Japhet's forceful tongue too long revil'd,
And from its native manfion-Ah-exilld!
So intricate, obscure,-so gloomy grown,
By long disuse,--delpil'd because unknown,
You've now reveal'd, and all its hidden beauties thewa.
Those fulles clouds that veal'd the face of day, 2
Before thy kill diffolve and pass away,
And woad'ring we behold the th' unusual ray, J

This mine of Learning unexplored before,
Shall now abundant yield its precious ore,
The path long fought in vain alone you've found.
And studious labour with success is crown'd;
Soon shall we see, by that effulgent light,
By thee reflected from the womb of night,
Th' obscuring milts of prejudice retire,
And ev'ry, breast the pow'r of truth inspire.

Vain Alba thought Hibernian spirit flown,
And barely try'd to rob us of our own ;
O bow deceiv'd !--but now you give the blow
The pow'rful stroke that feals the overthrow ;
Another Manlius sure in thee arose,
To save thy Country's fame, and put to flight her focs.
If candor now inspire the Albanian breast, ,
(Since the great parent Language stands confessid,)
Let them no more their labours vainly join,,
Nor for the true, attempt to pass falle coin,
But all their spurious, groundless claims religa,
And own Hibernia, tuneful Onian thine,
For now, and only now they can attain
Th' original tongue without laborious pain :
To sacred Truth we're now onerring led,
Malicious Fallood hides her haggard head :
We'll now suspect no more translations cheats,
Ourselves will read the venerable sheets.

Then Alba cease that facrilegious will,
Effay no more to cheat the parent In!'
Now learn the Language of thy fires of yore,
Which Scotia with ber legions pour'd upon thy hore;

When too, barbarian Europe ! as to thee,
Laws lac difpens'd, and Arts, and Policy:
When her brave Son's in Freedom's glorious cause,
Acquir'd immortal and deserv'd applause,
Ao oft in many a well-contested field,
Made ev'o the conquerors of the world yield.

· Hibernians, rouze from your lethargic Deep,
Nor suffer fair lerne more to weep,
The noble Tongue of the Gadelian train,
Neglected thus ! Learoing's fouler Raio !
A Tongue, where grace and harmony combine
Expreffion, smoothoels, energy divine !
To Britons be thy former prowess cold,
What they are now, were you yourselves of old
Haste, snatch thy ancient splendor from the gloom,
That long has been its overwhelming tomb,
Remove the cloud that shades its sacred head,
Twill rise with greater glory from the dead.

And thou whose learned labour, care, and art,
To Erin's Sons so great a gitt imparl,
Shall live while mem'ry can the foul inspire,
And only with thy little book expire.

SIR ARTHUR THE BRAVE ;

Or, THE PORTUGAL LAUREL.

IN the list of all noftrums for healing a quarrel,
There's naught like the leaf of a Portugal Laurel.
This tree, by its juice, compose all diffention,
And it bears a fair fruit, by John Bull called CONVENTION.
This fruit, when difilled by chemical pains,
Yields a salt, like the lemon, which takes out all laips:
But of far greater use, if I'm not much mistaken,
'As' Johnny Bull's cure for “ saving his bacoo.”

To this use 'twas applied, when the ODDS were not Avan,
By Cumberland's Duke, at old Clofter-seven, *
And HIS BACON HE SAVID, where the French in a trice,
From bis broad English ham, had cut a great flice.
So anothe Duke-Royal, (to follow his elder,)
Used the salt of Convention in the mud of the Helder,
Where his Bacon had stuck, and could not get away.
For in FRONT it was FLANKED by the waves of the Sarot
And old Corny too, by this cure got renown
In saving his bacon at little York town.
At famed Saratoga, blushing honour has seen,
Bacon saved by Convention, although it was GRUBN.

* Clofter reven. In 1757, a Royal Highness of Eogland, at the head of 38,648 men. laid down his arms, and made a Convention with a Freach General,

+ Licentia Poetica Hibernicæ.

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