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“ ent I goen to carry you home?” carry you home; if you promise and with that he trotted


to- to bring her back to me to-morI donna where; for, the first place I row.” found myself in was on the top of a “ Oh! sir,” says J, “

you may decastle. “ Over you go, Paddy Mo- pend upon it.” And wud out more to ran,” says " have you any word do, he calls out the mare—a fine horse to send to your relations ?”

she was as you'd see in a day's walk“Och, bother you,” says I, “ you en. I mounted her bare-backed, and had like to frighten me out of my ketched the halter. senses with your mursha.”

“ Good night, Paddy Moran,” says “ Faith, it is no mursha, Paddy Mo- my gentleman; and, before I could ran,” says he, “ and here you go;" say “thank you, kindly,” away

flew and wid that he pops to the bare edge my beast, while the fire flew from her of the top of the castle, and jirks me eyes, feet, and nose. I hadn't time on his shoulder as if he would throw to say “ God bless us,” she ran so me over. Oh, by the Powers ! I'll fast. I stuck in her mane; and, faith, never forget the plop my heart made it was well I did 30, for nothen baulkas it was about to lep out of my mouth ed her ; she leaped over ditches and with the fright; and I had no sooner hedges, jumped down hills as high as recovered my breath, than my gen- this house, and dived through marletleman pops to the other side ; and holes. For a while I stuck in her like there I thought, faith, that if he was a leech; but, finden my opportunity, only joken before, he was now in ear- I slipt off her back; she gave me a nest; for he leaned over half a mile kick in the ribs, and then galloped as if he was goen to let me slip off his her ways. shoulder, as a body would let a sack When I got up I looked about of wheat slip off on a car. He didn't, me; and, seeing a fire at a little disthough, for all that; but pops to the tance, I walked towards it. An ould other side, and kept hopping about woman sat by it carding flax. that way for an hour. Every minute save you, Paddy Moran,” says she; I thought my life wasn't worth a

could ?” sinultheen; for sure, had he slipt with “ Troth, and I am, and thanky for his ghoster, there was a clean end of axen,” says I. us both.

and "At last he says, “ Now, Paddy, go self,” says she. So I did as I was home!”

desired ; and soon after fell asleep. “ How can I go, your honor?” says By-and-by a fellow comes up and beI, for I got afeard of him ; and soft gan to thrush my head with a flail ; I words never broke bones.

put up my hands and felt the blows- How!” says “ walk, to be two at a time.

“ Oh! ho !” says I, sure.”

“ this will never do." I jumped up“Musha, and so I wud, your honor, wiped my eyes and found that it was but that I don't know what way; clear daylight, with Kate Murrogh's for I donna, for the life o' ine, where puckaan,t standing on his two hind I am."

legs, ready to give me another thump. “ Oh! is that all ?" siys he; “ fol. When I looked at myself, I found my low me.

And, sure enough, I did clothes all covered with mud; and so follow him down a long stone stairs. I went home, and never afther forgot “ Can you ride, Paddy ?” he axed. the Phooka; for, sure it was himself,

Troth, I just can, your honor, and no other, that frightened me out with or without a saddle, pillion, or of my life.' losque, * as well as any boy in the When Paddy had concluded, the whole country.”

company were so terrified that none of Well then,” says he,“ here is a them would venture to go out alone, most beautiful bay mare, which will even to pull cabbages. I Ned Kava* A straw saddle.

+ Buck goat. # Divination by cabbages is thus managed. A person, at twelve o'clock, goes into the garden blindfolded, and pulls the first head he touches with his or her hand. The appearance of this cabbage indicates whether their future partners are to be tidy or dirty; of much worth, or little good, &c. &c.

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SHALL Mahomet's proud banners wave
Exultingly o'er Freedom's grave?
Shall Pagan rites and Pagan laws
Triumphant trample on the cause

Of Christian Greece oppressed ?
Shall glories past for ever seem
As visions of the poet's dream,

By Fiction wildly dressed?
Greece, sacred spot, dear land of Fame !
Shall death for ever shroud thy name?
Shall despot sway for ever thrall thee?
Shall Slavery's chain for ever gall thee?

Shall dastard Ott man reign
O'er thee, brave soil, that once defied
All Asia's strength, and Asia's pride,

On many a trophied plain?
Oh! 'twas not thus that Byron's name
Kindled thy glory's dying fame:
Oh! 'twas not thus each bard of old
Sung Greece—the fair-the free-the bold-

And bade the lyre declare
How oft for Honour's


His country's sons their life-blood shed,

Nor thought the purchase dear.
Oh ! that each Greek were free once more,
As the wild breeze that sweeps thy shore !
Oh! that their arm the sword could wield,
As once in Marathon's red field,

Where Persia's countless host,
By patriot Grecian bands withstood,
Inglorious with their coward blood,

Dear paid each vain-sped boast !
Think on those deeds o'er history's page,
That wake to freedom every age:
Think on that ever-glorious day
When Salamis, fame-echoed bay,

Ingulphed vain Persia's fleet;
When the gore-crimsoned Ocean's wave
For ever closed o'er that dark grave,

For Freedom's foemen met.
Remember, Greeks, each age of Fame;
Remember Byron's deathless name;
Think on your soil—your native land,
And let each true-born Grecian hand

Grasp Freedom's blade once more :
On then--and Heaven send every blow
With tenfold vengeance on the foe,

Till Slavery's reign be o'er!


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MEMOIR OF ARCHIBALD HAMILTON ROWAN, ESQ. This venerable patriot was born in in company with his friend the lieutethe parish of St. Anne, Soho, Lon- nant-colonel, Lord Charles Montague, don, on the 12th of May, 1751, 0. S. governor of South Carolina, and broHis parents, however, were natives of ther to the Duke of Manchester. Ireland. His father's family were On his return from America, he descended from the Hamiltons of visited the Continent, and spent some Scotland, and had been settled in the years in foreign travel ; during which county of Down from the time of time he acted as second to G. R. FitzJames the First ; who, previous to his gerald, in that gentleman's duel with going to the English throne, had sent Major Baggs, at Valenciennes. In one of them to Ireland, to secure his 1781, he married Miss Dawson, an interest in that kingdom. Mr. Rowan's amiable and highly accomplished womaternal grandfather was a barrister, man, whose affectionate tenderness, and a lay-fellow of Trinity College, heroic fortitude, and prudent maDublin. "He died in London, where nagement, deserve more than a passhe had resided during the latter years ing commendation. During the exof his life, and bequeathed his fortune patriation of Mr. Rowan, she exerted to his grandson, who, henceforth, was herself with that zeal, which women to add the name of Rowan to that of only are capable of; and contributed, Hamilton. His will contains the fol- by her excellent conduct, in no small lowing words :-' I have made the degree to facilitate the restoration of above provision for my grandson, her beloved husband to his family Archibald Hamilton, from personal and country.* affection ; in hope that he will prove Mr. Rowan is the happy father of a learned, sober, honest, man ;- live several children. His eldest son is unbribed — unpensioned ; -- loyal to captain of the Cambrian frigate ; and his king-zealous for the rights of his the records of the British navy bear country-and a true Protestant, with, ample evidence of his undaunted out bigotry.” But as he considered bravery on more occasions than one. Ireland at this period not calculated Apother of his sons volunteered from for inspiring the young mind with the Tigre, on board Captain Fane's these sentiments, he interdicted his ship; and fell, fighting by the side of grandson from visiting the land of his his commander, at the storming of fathers, until he had attained his fivé. Patomas. We suspect Mr. Peel himand-twentieth year.

self would not require more decisive The subject of our memoir received proofs of loyalty than have been the rudiments of a classical educa- evinced by Mr. Rowan's two sons. tion at a private academy, previous Shortly after his marriage, Mr. to his entering Westminster School; Rowan, visited Ireland, where he soon and finished his studies at Cambridge, acquired an unsolicited popularity by where he was fortunate enough to his generous interference in the wellhave for his tutor, Dr. Jebb, F.R.S., known case of Mary Neal. That who, while he lived, honoured Mr. warm-hearted people quickly recog. Rowan with his private friepdship. nised in him those qualities which On leaving college, he obtained an they possessed themselves in an emiensigncy in the Huntingdon Militia ; nent degree. He was fearless, brave, and, during the time of his holding and benevolent, an enthusiastic adthis commission, he visited America, mirer of popular rights, and free from

* The following anecdote of this lady is well-known :-In 1798, being on her way from Dublin to London, she stopped at Chester ; and, while engaged in writing a lei. ter of business, the mayor of the town introduced himself into her apartment, for the purpose of seizing her papers, Mrs. Rowan, not at all intimidated, demanded by what authority he came; and, being told by that of the Corporation of Chester, she ques. tioned his assertion, and very deliberately stood up--locked the door and dispatched a note to the military commander of the town, of whion she had a slight knowledge. On that gentleman's arrival, he found the mayor a prisoner in Mrs. Rowan's apartment; and, on an explanation taking place, the chief magistrate of Chester declined examining the lady's papers, which were now offered to be submitted to him.


Arch? Stumilton Rowren Pranon ligiSomerford. Engraved byR.Cooper.

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