[Most of the following pieces are derived from a Scrap-book formerly in Moore's possession, containing newspaper cuttings of his political squibs, with his own manuscript corrections, as prepared for the collected edition of his Poetical Works, from which edition they appear to have been omitted, either by accident or for some temporary reasons which no longer exist.] (Written while half-tipsy over a solitary dinner, on the 17th of March, 1813.) THOUGH solus here I pick my bone, And, faith, to thee I'd rather quaff Than any saint on Heaven's staff That ever Pope gazetted; Because to thee we Irish sinners, Who love to sprinkle well our dinners, Are very deep indebted. There's good St. Swithin-had he given (Instead of water) wine from heaven, For forty days together, Then truly, for a moist set-in, Six weeks of wet would not have been But oh! the liquor, gemm'd with beads, Sweet Pat, if e'er, in humorous vein, I wonder what in censure's way Against thee, Pat-what had he? 6 But, let them call thee what they will, Let shamrocks crown my bed of sleep, THE TWO VETERANS. 'Hectora quem laudas, pro te pugnare jubeto, OH! wine is the thing to make veterans tell well - As the Regent and Blücher, that sober old pair, Fully proved t' other night, when they supp'd-you know where, A person called the devil's advocate, employed at the canonization of saints to blacken the characters of those chosen for that And good-humouredly bragg'd of the feats they'd been doing O'er exquisite punch of my Yarmouth's own brewing. This difference there was in the modes of their strife, One had fought with the French-t' other fought with his wife! 'How I dress'd them!' said Blücher, and fill'd up, sublime 'I, too,' says the Prince, have dress'd men in my time.' Bl. One morning at dawn Reg. Zounds, how early you fight! I could never be ready (hiccups); my things are so tight! Bl. I sent forward a few pioneers over night Reg. Ugly animals these are, in general, I hear (hiccups)— The Queen, you must know, is my chief pioneer. Bl. The foe came to meet us Reg. There I manage better, The foe would meet me, but I'm d-d if I'll let her. Bl. Pell-mell was the word-dash thro' thick and thro' thin Reg. Carlton House to a tittle!-how well we chime in! Bl. For the fate of all Europe, the fate of men's rights, We battled Reg. And I for the grand fête at White's! design Reg. Never talk of the dirt of your ways- think of mine! Bl. And the balls hissing round Reg. Oh! those balls be my lot Where a good supper is, and the Princess is not. Bl. But we conquer'd, we conquer'd-blest hour of my life! Reg. And blest moment of mine, when I've conquer'd my wife! Here the dialogue falter'd; he still strove to speak; But strong was the punch, and the Regent's head weak; And the Marshal cried Charge!' and the bumpers went round, Till the fat toilet-veteran sunk on the ground; And old Blücher triumphantly crow'd from his seat THE BISHOP AND MIGUEL. A RECENT CORRESPONDENCE. WHO, false alike in war and peace, Hath nothing done but cheat and fleece, Who, on his way to all this evil, My Miguel. My Miguel. Like Louis le bien-aimé, Louis le désiré, &c. |