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SITTINGS OF THE ELDON CLUB.

SCENE. The Black Rock- The Par- others of the cloth, are the only perlour of Sir Harcourt Lees. sons that have aided the “Warder.'

Gregory. And I, Mr. Codey, may PRESENT.

presume to mention what is past: “I Rev. TIGHE GREGORY, Rev. Sir have done the state some service;' yet

H. LEES, H. B. Code, Sir A. B. the inspectorship of prisons went to King, COLONEL BLACKER, Jos. that ninny of a knight with the red T. HAYDN, JOHN HELTON, TRA

A nose. VERS BURKE, SHERIFF LAMPREY, Sir Harcourt. Who talks of red AND A CROWD OF MINOR WOR- noses have we

noses ? have we not Bardolphs enough THIES.

here? Try that other bottle of “Sneyd's Blacker. We should have held 1811;' and, if there remains a coldthis sitting at the York Tavern-it looking nose among you, I'm no true was so understood. Poor M‘Cullagh sportsman. deserves to be supported : he has lost Gregory. Pardon me, my dear Sir a good situation, and got into diffi- Harcourt, we were talking on rather culties in his zeal for the good cause. a serious subject--the recompense

Gregory. He's not the only one that a loyal man should naturally look that has suffered, Colonel.

for and obtain. Haydn. True, doctor, he is not. King. Be calın, Doctor! As I wonder where is my recompense for sure as foolscap is foolscap, there all my labours :-I have given up my will shortly-ay, very shortly be old religion—I have established the something in the way of employ. « Star I have endured abuse-I ment, and of reward too, for every have submitted to a caning-I have loyal man in the country. I think we . borne the expense of sixteen actions shall have rare doings : the papists at law in my eagerness to support sir, are touched to the quick ; they Protestant ascendency ;-yet curse the won't bear their late disappointment; thing Protestant ascendency will do they are naturally rebellious : look at for me. I came forward some time their late meetings, their association ago, merely to ask subscriptions in buttons, and their uniform. advance; but no one understood me- Sir Harcourt. Right, Sir Abey all gave the cold shoulder.

we may see good times again, fine Sheriff Lamprey. There are worse jobs, new clothing, permanent pay, things than a cold shoulder, Mr. Edi- free quarters— Tally ho! and away tor Haydn.

after them'- Hem! Haydn. Be quiet, most sapient Blacker. Sir Harcourt's song-siknife-grinder!

lence, gentlemen. Code. I too, as a literary defender Sir Harcourt. No hunting song, of church and state-as a strenuous I assure you. supporter of our glorious and exclusive Blacker. Well, what you please. constitution-I might look, I think, Sir Harcourt. Hem! I'll give you, for something like gratitude among gentlemen, a new ballad – the Proloyal men: but we live in strange testant's Song of Triumph :' it goes times ; my excellent correspondent, to an old air— Croppies, lie down.' the Archbishop of Dublin, and a few : (Sir Harcourt sings.) .

Oh! the throat-cutting papists at last are put down ;
Crushed, humbled, and scattered, they sneak through the town,
Since Anglesea hinted that sabres cut sore,
And Liverpool told them to tease him no more.

Down, down ! Papists, lie down!
And still we shall grind them, nor give up a right
While we've churchmen to argue and soldiers to fight;
For, if preaching or prosing won't settle the crew,
Faith! we'll try what the bayonets and bullets can do!

Down, down ! Papists, lie down!

They may prate in their way of six millions of men,'
But to . hell or to Connaught we'll pack them again ;
The spirit of William shall smile on our toil,
And Ireland shall be a true Protestant soil.

Down, down ! Pa pists, lie down! King. Bravo! By all the gods, Sir when you go forward with the address Harcourt has grown poetical, and a from the Guild of Merchants ?' Is it right loyal and hearty song has he as a merchant, a soldier, or a doctor written us.

of divinity ? Sir Harcourt. It is not my com- Gregory. As all the three united. position, Sir Abey; it has been written Haydn. Well done, Cerberus ! by this poor fellow here, Travers what merchants will accompany you? Burke, my poet in ordinary-the G regory. The following have of. translator of Macpherson's 'Ossian's fered their services :--the merchant Darthula'--my hack editor of the ‘An- Major Sirr, the merchant the Rev. tidote •' it is a good and loyal song, Litton Crosbie, the merchant Attorney however, and suits the temper of the Glascock, and the merchant Colonel times. That ninny, Canning, has been Blacker. overpowered : after all his blarney, Haydn. Rare merchants indeed! old Liverpool has been guided by me the trading interest of Dublin shall at last; through him I have gained be nicely represented. Doctor, doctor, my point; I have sheltered the church, though'I support the cause, I must and preserved the empire.

say you Orangemen are a strange set. Code. Who else could have done But, about the private personal poetiit? Admirable claret this, Sir Har- cal production, did you write it? court! Benecarlo, by-the-by (in an Gregory. Not entirely, but I've'a under tone).

scrap here; it begins · Hail, Royal Gregory. Gentlemen, the address York!' I also wrote that song now of our guild to the Duke of York has selling in London, beginning Thanks, just been received from the hands of Royal York ! the scrivener ; it is a beautiful copy. Haydn. The devil you did!

Blacker. The address, doctor, as Gregory. I did; Royal York' a literary composition, does you in- sounds quite poetically: shall I read? finite credit.

Haydn. By all means, doctor; I'm Gregory. It has some merit, I upon the hinges of anxiety. think, but one of the popish journals Gregory. Hail, Royal York !'stated that I had also prepared an Mr. Helton, will you keep silence ? address for Mrs. Clarke, begging of We've heard enough about that speech her to get me to preach before of yours : let me advise you never to • Royalty,' like Dr. O'Meara. I had speak again : don't expose yourself ; no such thing in contemplation-her Hail, Royal York ! Starday is gone by. I had, however, Sherif Lamprey. Who speaks of some notion of a private or personal the "Star ?' It's one of the most address, in a poetical shape, for the liveliest and most notedest papers in duke, I being, like him, a soldier and Ireland : I tould the lord-lieutenant so. a clergyman

Gregory. Peace ! peace! my gentle Haydn. Tell me, doctor, in what knife-grinder! Listen only:character do you intend appearing

Hail, Royal York ! star of the Brunswick line,

Head and sole hope of Ireland's Orangemen,
Turn thy mild eye to mark this strain of mine,

For such, perchance, thou shalt not see again.
I'm a prime, brisk, political divine-
I've held the sword, can preach and wield the pen :

In each and all some think me rather clever:
Perchance, most Royal York, about the court
A man like me might get some small support;

Just think of me, and I'm your slave for ever.

A churchman and a warrior thou art,

A churchman and a warrior am I.
Against the Papists York has played his part-
I hate the rascals, too, even from my heart;

That there's a likeness here now who'll deny ?
Think of a brother soldier, peerless prince !
Think of a brother churchman, Royal York, ·

Think of a brother bigotSheriff Lamprey (snatching the them; it is stated in this Report that paper). Why, what strange stuff is a certain stationer sat on nineteen this ! see the state he's in ! Why, doc- grand juries out of twenty, and fretor, we must take out a statue of quently audited his own accounts. lunatism against you, as Torny Glas- Blacker. And what if he did ? cock says. Poor dear man ! : Should such a person act like your

Sir Harcourt. Brethren, I believe ordinary characters? He and his you're all mad : let us talk of rational brother corporators are privileged inatters—what think you of swallow- men; but how goes on your electionshooting ?

eering affairs, Sir Abrahamn ? Code. It must be a charming King. Swimmingly, my dear Coamusement, Sir Harcourt. This is ad- lonel! I have promises of support mirable claret; but pray, as a sports- from every quarter; the weavers of man, what think you of my · Angling the Coombe and the nailers of Kevin Excursions?

Street are on my side, even to a man. Sir Harcourt. Indeed and truly I The corporation have not been idle never could get beyond the preface : either they will not suffer their the rest, I vm sure, must be good. champion to be baffled; they have

* Code. Oh! very good! it is a most been making freemen by the score: entertaining book : I said so in my some of the honest fellows got in own paper, the “Warder.'

without paying the stamp-duty, for Sir Harcourt. No one, Mr. Codey, the Stamp-office is now looking after had a better right to say so.

them. I think Dublin will at last King. Doctor Gregory, when are have an efficient representative-a we to have the painting of the duke member worthy of her. They may done for the assembly-room of our talk of old Grattan : but what was he? Guild ?

a mere pitiful blunderer. I shall Gregory. Never, I believe : the show the Imperial Parliament someguild of merchants is not the thing it thing new. appears; the members abound in big Code. By-the-by, Sir Abraham, words, but are slack in money; they the last number of the new magazine have more of profession about thein took a sly hit at you. than of real loyalty. I speak it in King. What new magazine ? the bitterness of my heart-three Code. "The Dublin and London meinbers yesterday offered me six- Magazine. pence each as their subscription for Gregury. Oh yes; a very dangerthe painting ; I flung the paltry trifle ous publication that, Helton; it is no from me. Others, not belonging to friend to our cause, doctor ;-along the guild, have been more liberal. with its partner Captain Rock, it will Handwich, the bottle-thrower, offers make the Londoners too knowing; to make a frame; Sibthorpe, the they will soon know too much of Irish glazier, will give the colours and a affairs. Works of this character will plate of glass; but we want some one soon put them up to every thing ; to sketch the portrait and use the they will learn from them how matbrush.

ters are arranged here--that the guild Blacker. Couldn't be make a of merchants are not merchants-that grand-jury business of it, and get it the corporation does not represent by presentment?

the citizens and that civic honours King. No! no; the grand juries are looked upon, in general, as any . must be careful now : there is a cursed thing but an honour. • Report' just printed that won't serve Gregory. We nust establish a

rival publication; what think you of King. Good night, Sir Harcourt; the Monthly Williamite?'

I must walk on towards Dunleary. All. An excellent idea, doctor! Sheriff Lamprey. Good night, noDo start it.

ble baronet : where's my coach? Gregory. Your names as sub- (Sir Harcourt shows the gentlemen scribers, gentlemen.

out; Tighe Gregory bows to eachBlacker. Sir Harcourt, good night : puts up his memorandum-book in I hope my jingle is in waiting. despair-and departs.)

Gregory. Gentlemen, subscribe.

STANZAS,
By the Author of The Plagues of Ireland.'
The bigot’s word hath gone forth,

The tyrant hath pressed the chain,
And the voice of wisdom, and wit, and worth,

For millions hath pleaded in vain.
Bright prospects are overcast,

Fond hopes are harshly broken,
And words from royal lips have past,

That in evil hour were spoken.
The hireling his boast hath made;
· He looks to the lawless spoil
That may crown the crew, who, for rapine arrayed,

Shall rush on a friendly soil.
He may mock o'er a fallen land,

But let that vain lord beware ;
For wounded pride hath a deadly hand,

And a giant's strength hath despair.
Let him vaunt not of former deeds,

Fresh laurels may cease to grow :
For prouder hosts than the host he leads

Have shrunk from a slighted foe.
'Tis not the proud one's frown,

Nor the learned one's sophistry
'Tis not the sword can keep millions down,

When millions resolve to be free.
Thou shalt triumph, my country, at last!

Thou shalt smile 'midst thy circling waves-
A spirit of might through thy valleys hath past,

And thy sons cannot be slaves.

A LONDON PAPER HAS STATED THAT, IN CONSEQUENCE OF IRE-. LAND BEING UNABLE TO SUPPORT A SINGLE PERIODICAL, THE DUBLIN AND LONDON MAGAZINE HAD BEEN DISCONTINUED. - A SALE, INFERIOR TO THAT OF NO LITERARY PUBLICATION OF THE DAY, MIGHT BE A SUFFICIENT ANSWER TO THE INVIDIOUS FALSEHOOD; BUT, IN JUSTICE TO THE NATION AND OURSELVES, WE SHALL REPEL THE CALUMNY AT LENGTH IN OUR NEXT.

· DUBLIN AND LONDON MAGAZINE.

AUGUST, 1825.

THE TRADE AND MANUFACTURES OF IRELAND. In our first number we endeavoured ly, made ample provision for remedyto prove that Ireland wants only a ing many of the bad effects of the restoration of her political rights folly and injustice of man; in the that the sum-total of her grievances, same manner as it has done, in the with a few local exceptions, was the natural body, for remedying those of non emancipation of her people--and his sloth and intemperance. that both the public and the legisla. Neither persecution nor oppression ture had imbibed very erroneous no- can prevent men from acquiring tions respecting the cause of discon- wealth. The Jews have been provertent. The events of the last five bially rich, notwithstanding the sysmonths have tended to confirm these tematic cruelty with which they have opinions; and it was with no small been treated; and the Catholics of regret that we have listened to the Ireland, even during the first fifty friends of Ireland, declaiming on the years of the penal laws, contrived to benefits likely to result from the an- engross a large portion of the trade ticipated influx of English capital, of the country; and eventually seand the establishment of manufac- cured the partial destruction of that tures. These unfounded expecta- ferocious code, by making the Protestions have been echoed by the Parlia- tant aristocracy of the country their mentary Committees on the State of debtors.t Such were the capabilities Ireland ; and those who ridicule the of the country, and such the fertility wisdom of legislative bodies may find of the soil, that individuals might be in their Reports* ample food for said to be prosperous, notwithstandlaughter.

standing the political degradation of It is really very extraordinary, in the kingdom. We are well aware of this age of Scotch lecturers, to find the unjustifiable conduct of the Engsuch a mass of political ignorance; lish government, on various occasions, and those who attribute the supposed towards the mercantile and manufacmiseries of Ireland to the absence of turing interests of Ireland; but, trade and manufactures are certainly though their laws and restrictions unacquainted with the first rules of originated in gross selfishness and political arithmetic, and strangers to political ignorance, they effected little the situation which these kingdoms or no mischief; and the complaints now bear to each other.

of the Irish people on this subject, • In the political body,' says Adam though very natural, have no foundaSmith, the natural effort which every tion in reality; for the statutes of man is continually making to better William were nothing more than imhis condition is a principle of preser- pertinent badges of slavery, imposed vation capable of preventing and cor- upon a trade which could not possibly recting, in many respects, the bad have rivalled that of England, and effects of political economy, in some which, in all probability, required no degree, both partial and oppressive.' such opposition to prevent its ever

The truth of this is exemplified in the arriving at maturity. A brief histohistory of Ireland; for, in the poli- rical summary of the manufactures of tical body,' says the same author, Ireland will make this apparent. • the wisdom of Nature has, fortunate. We have incontestable proofs of the

* The Report talks childishly about small farms and manufactures, but says not one word respecting Catholic disabilities! So much for parliamentary inquiries.

+ • The provision trade, till broken by repeated embargoes, had enriched several Catholics; who, unable to purchase land, had created a multiplied adherence by money, which they lent at legal interest; and to members of both Houses, among others.' -Hardy's Life of Charlemont. VOL. I.-No. 6.

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