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Thomas Moore, Esq. has claimed for the Irish, though to my mind there go two words to that bargain. This last seems to hit Roger's fancy; for I since find he can skirl through it, from beginning to end, under the alluring title of the “ Irish Captain's Garland.” I give it you just to fill up the sheet. There was a Captain bold
And straight thegallant Captain so wary, O, At Sunderland, 'tis told,
Said Ladies, I request
The tune that you love best.”—
She sigh'd, as she whisper'd—“ Paddy
Then straight unto the band
The Captain waved his hand,
Having bow'd to his charmer so airy, O;
He order'd the drum-major
While the tune it was lilting,
Sweet Polly's eyes so melting
Bewitch'd him, like an angel or a fairy, 0; By his side hung his Androferary, 0; And, when the tune was play'd, With his spurs of polish'd steel
He whisper'd her, and said,
Have pity on your own Paddy Carey, O: There was none could compare with Paddy
“ I am a soldier tall,
An Irishman and all,
I came all the way from Tipperary, 0; Whom some call'd“ Pretty Poll,”. And, though I'm something frisky, Though her god-fathers only called her I'll love you more than whisky, Mary, 0,
If you can love again your Paddy Carey, 0."
66 I fought at Waterloo, Play'd havock with the heart of Paddy And ran away from Pat în a quandary, 0;
Where Boney got his due,
I've pocket-fulls of plunder,
So, joy, you cannot blunder
In striking up a match with Paddy Ca-
Her voice it was hush'd,
Like the morning she blush'd,
And though she hated violence,
She pocketed in silence
A squeeze and a salute from Paddy Ca-
Now, good luck to the tune
That melts the girls so soon,
Let us stick to the plan
Of being happy when we can,
Many of the local songs of Northumberland are full of exquisite humour; but these, as you know, Mr North, would require an interpreter. They say the Lord Chancellor's very fond of them ; but I am getting to the end of my tether. Dinah begs her dutiful respects, and so does Roger. You will be sorry to hear poor Mr Charlton of Heatheryside is dead. He stinted himself, latterly, to three or four chearers; but would never hear any thing against the malt-liquor, and the Doctor said it was just as bad for him. With much respect, I am, honoured Sir, your servant to command,
JOSIAH SHUFFLEBOTHAM. Gowk's-Hall, Oct. 27th, 1821.
P. S.-Your clearing receipt will be well hanselled, as John is brewing a
double quantity this year. We are expecting the Lieutenant, Roger's brother, home, poor lad, by and bye. I know you're just frightened at the name of a month, but cannot you spare us a fortnight, Mr North ?--As I know you like these sort of nick-nacks, I got Stavely the clerk, who pretends to be very clever at music, just to prick down a couple of the wildest of the airs. Indeed, the last is so wild, that he says it is hard to tell what key it is in. It is so simple, however, on the whole, that I hope it may be intelligie ble; though I rather suspect his “sol-fa” knowledge is none of the deepest, and that he would soon be lost among the quirks and quavers, and whuttlewhuts of one of the Bravura things, as the fiddler folks call them.
O THE weary cutters, they've ta'en my laddie frae me, 0 the
weary cutters, they've ta'en my laddie frae me; They've press'd him
cutters, they've ta'en my laddie frae me.
O The snow it melts the soonest when the winds be-gin to
when a wo-man tells me that my face she'll soon for - get, Be
fore we part, I wad a crown, she's fain to follow 't yet.
LETTER FROM CHRISTOPHER NORTH, ESQ. TO MISS SARAH MʻDERMID.
From our Attic, 12th November, 1821. Dear Miss M‘DERMID,-We received your note, stating that your brother Willy's version only gave you a distant glimpse of the merits which you justly supposed were latent to you in the Adventus. As it is quite right that the ladies should enjoy the joke as well as the learned, we wrote off to the Corker, who has dedicated his translation to you. You must come up to-morrow evening to your cookies and tea, and you shall see the first of it.
Yours affectionately, C. N.
A TRUE AND PERFECT ACCOUNT OF THE LANDING OF KING GEORGE THE
(Translated from my own original by myself.)
DEDICATED TO MISS MÖDERMID. MÚSE ! take up your joyful fiddle, They came to see and know the worth And twang it pizzicato, (1)
Of George the Good, of George the Fourth. But don't attempt the folks to diddle, The roads were cramm'd from south to A fib I've nought to say to.
north Where's the use of telling stories,
As full as they could be, sure. When you're to sing of so great glories,
6. As foreigners, both Whigs and Tories, May wonder and cry Nay!” to.
Och! ye can't read the Book of Fate
While standing there so weary, : 2.
And thinking still, as it grows late, The coming of so great a King
must sure be near ye. Would need some lore to tell on : That King, whose much-desired arrival Madam ! my tale's no common thing, Would give your wearied bones revival, It is one to think well on.
Has changed his mind ! Off ye may drive For mighty powers it sure requires,
all, The Dukes and Barons, Knights and
He won't come to Dunlcary.
7. Their grand processions and attires,
There is a harbour, Howth by name,
That he'll for certain steam on ; (2) 3.
Stewart and Fate ye have to blame, is But fear won't further my design,
For this which ye ne'er dream on. Faint heart ne'er won fair lady, But pleasure oft comes after pain, And want of pluck's no crime of mine, You shall be christen'd o'er again ; (3) So I'll describe this gay day.
When he returns, he'll not disdain, There is a village called Dunleary,
Your town his grace to beam on. Where all did crowd from far and near ; 1
8. Ne'er saw the likeso loud and cheery, " God save the King !” they said aye.
But now the ships began to fly (4)?
Like swallows through the sea, ina'am, 4.
Or swim like fishes in the sky,
As swift as swift could be, ma'am.
And as they came still nigh and nigher, I Who'd break the peace and just before Hope made our hearts beat high and higher, 'em
And all cried out aloud, " I spy her ; I saw Lord Talbot dash on.
That surely must be she, ma'am !” The Corporation tried to wedge in
9. Bellies so huge you can't imagine ! Midst men, wives, tailors, in a rage, in
But, Murraboo ! This crowd of folks
Will get a mighty take-in ;
They might as well have worn their cloaks, 5.
Their blue coats are mistaken. (5) The crowd was great! in number more Past them the fleet doth swiftly sail,
Than sands upon the sea-shore ! Their hopes and wishes can't prevail, So much the folks their King adore, And borne on wings of steam and gale, And love him without measure !
Howth they their rest will make in.
(1) The Plectrum is admitted to have been a sort of hook used by the ancients (who had not at that time learned the use of their fingers), for twanging their stringed instruments, a mode of performance, called by our more accomplished violinists, “ Playing Pizzicato.”
(2) Another instance of modern improvements, is the use of steam. To think that it was reserved for modern times to find out the use of fingers and hot-water ! The latter discovery has introduced, and is introducing, great changes in all the departments of mechanics-in language among the rest. On board a steamer, instead of saying " Up with the main-sail!” the cry is, “ On with the steam !" In like manner, instead of « sailing on a point,” we must say “ steaming."
(3) Dunleary was afterwards called Kingstown. George the Fourth stood sponsor at the ceremony.
(4) Voluré Æquore cannot be translated in English. In Irish it signifies uti supra. (5) Blue coats were worn in honour of his Majesty's expected arrival.
And willing hands the pockets picking, Like hungry, disappointed Whigs, Gold watches grabbing, brass opes nicking, In vain for places praying ;
Made no distinction more than the King, Like starving, desperate, gainbling prigs Lest folks should feel offended. Losing each bet they're laying ;
17. Like such, were all the doleful people Mounting the carriage steps with grace, Like them, the female sex did weep all, “My friends,” he cried, " I thank ye!"When from their sight, they from the The coachman takes his reins and says, steeple
“ My tits soon home shall spank ye.”Saw George their King astraying. Then came the horsemen on with pride,
Some of them their own chargers ride, About two hundred Irish lads,
While some paid half a crown a-side, Were standing on Howth height, ma'am, And some had but a donkey. Whose heart sufficiently it glads,
18. Far off to see the sight, ma'am, The crowd increased as they went on, Of all the frigates, yachts, and steamers, Because their hearts were loyal ; And royal standards, flags, and streamers, They ran so fast their breath was gone, About the King--They were not dreamers They scarce could speak for joy all. That he'd be there that night, ma'am. But of their great politeness judge, 12.
When they came to the Porter's Lodge, But when they saw,
that to their town, They not one other step would budge, The Royal Navigator
Because the grounds were royal. Approach'd And when all bearing down
19. Came boat, sloop, ship, first-rater But when the King cried “ Come along, Lord ! what a row the fellows raised ! My friends, pray don't be frighted ;) And how his Majesty they praised ! No sooner said than all the throng The shout the very shores amazed !
Rush'd on to where he lighted. No King e'er caused a greater.
Again, at stepping on the ground, 13.
He shook the hands of all around, At length with fav'ring steam and gale (6) And made their hearts with joy rebound, The Lightning safe did steer in ;
When he with face delighted The crowd the Royal Ensign hail,-
20. Each bright eye bore a tear in
Exclaimed, “My soul is glad to day, Token of joy! The foremost ranks
My own dear Irish nation ; Slid down a gangway from the banks : I love you more than I can say, With silk they carpeted the planks So great my agitation. THE KING HAS STEPT ON ERIN! I've loved you alwaysman and boy14.
And here I'm come, and will employ, Could I write melodies like Moore, To drink your health, without alloy, Or ballads like Sir Walter,
Of whisky a libation.”. Or any such great poet, sure
21. My strain should be no halter.
Thus said the King, and then the stair I'd sing a song without a blunder,
He royally ascended. Should make posterity all wonder, God save the King ! through all the air, And George's praise should sound like With four times four was blended ! thunder,
This being all I had to say, Before my voice should faulter ! About this memorable day, 15.
Contentedly my pen I lay
Down- for my tale is ended.
TO CHRISTOPHER NORTH, ESQ.
Delightfully can sing, Kit, In language metaphorical.
And has a voice like any mermaid,
I'm willing such to think it.
May suit my ditty, and then say to her,
To her and you I'll drink it.
(6) I don't remember whether I meant Ignis in the original, to signify “ The Lightning,” which was formerly the name of the steam-packet, which brought the King, (now the Royal George the Fourth,) or the fire which boiled the water, which made the steam which made her go. The fact is, I was engaged at the time in the two occupations of writing about George the Fourth, and drinking his health ; and my aunt tells me, I never can do two things clearly at once. I never chuse to alter what my muse inspired ; and, therefore, to be safe, I have preserved both meanings in my translation.
THE GOOD TOWN." We have often resolved to call the at- respect of a metropolis that boasts of tention of our Scottish readers to a being one of the most enlightened in very interesting subject, no less than Europe.
the state caparison of the metropolis. It was, however, to be regretted . In shewing, however, the nakedness that such a civic festival should have of the capital, we have no insidious de- been held in a tavern; and we heard sign of supplicating charity in behalf it justly observed, that the Great Hall of "the good town,” for it possesses of the Parliament House is the proper funds abundantly adequate to do all place for the banquets of the Scottish that we would recommend, namely, to metropolis. Occasions of this kind place the magistracy on a proper me- ought to be rendered contributory to tropolitan footing. But to the point, the fostering of national feelings; even for it is not our humour to deal in national prejudices should be cherishlong prefaces.
ed at such solemnities, and it is on On the ed of September, our Ma- this account that the Parliament House gistrates were chosen, and the event should have been the scene of the city was celebrated in the evening, (in the feast. The many ennobling sentiments great room of the Waterloo Tavern,) associated with the venerable aspect of 3 at a sumptuous dinner. The enter- the Hall, the recollections of history,
tainment was highly creditable to our and the hallowing of the public prinfriend Charlie, though he took a little ciple that would naturally be produced * longer time in setting down the ices by the genius of the place, all combine of the desert than he should have as so many reasons to make us wish done. We could have dispensed with that the Magistrates would hold their the ceremony of having every dish for annual festival in that fine monument two hundred guests set upon the table of the ancient independence of Scotby his own particular hands, even al- land ; and we hope that hereafter this though it was intended to mark his will be duly considered. What other
patriotic and profound respect for the place, indeed, can be so appropriate a company.
for the celebration of those Scottish But the great charm of the evening remembrances, which are necessarily was the singular good sense, urbanity, recalled at a meeting calculated, both
and taste of Mr Ărbuthnot (now chow by the occasion and the guests, to parI sen a second time' Lord Provost,) in take in some respect of the august
the short speeches with which he in- character of a tribunal ? For public troduced the different standing toasts. banquets, especially as they are conWe were exceedingly delighted at the ducted in this island, are analogous felicity with which he pointed out the to the distribution of rewards at the peculiar virtues and merits of the in- Olympic Games of antiquity at them, dividuals who had claims on the ap- the statesman and the hero are singled plauses of their country, and the skil- out and shewn forth, adorned with ful tact with which he avoided every their merits, and by the measure of thing that might have impaired the applause bestowed at the mention of harmony of the company, while he their names, they are enabled to apfirmly and decidedly maintained the preciate the estimation, in which their political partialities of our own friends. characters are held among their fellow We were also particularly gratified by countrymen. the unaffected manner in which the But the bad taste of the corporation two sons of the late Chief Baron of Edinburgh is not confined to hold thanked the company for the distinc- ing their banquets in a tavern. The tion with which their father's memory appointments of the magistracy are all and their family were regarded by the equally mean. While many of the citizens of Edinburgh. It is impossi- second rate towns, both in England ble indeed to deny the possession of and Ireland, have splendid establishgreat talents and many virtues to a fa- ments for their mayors, all the exmily who have so long held the most hibition of the Lord Provost of the distinguished place in the public affec- capital of Scotland consists of a martions of their native town. Altogether, rowless pair of paltry gilded lamps the entertainment of the evening was before the door of his private reof a superior kind, and worthy in every sidence in Charlotte Square. It is