TRIUMPH OF BIGOTRY. "COLLEGE.-We announced, in our last, that Lefroy and Shaw were returned. They were chaired yesterday; the Students of the College determined, it would seem, to imitate the mob in all things, harnessing themselves to the car, and the Masters of Arts bearing Orange flags and bludgeons before, beside, and behind the car." Dublin Evening Post, Dec. 20. 1832. Ay, yoke ye to the bigots' car, Ye chos'n of Alma Mater's scions And let the world a picture see Oh shade of Goldsmith, shade of Swift, Revers'd upon their monkish walls †,- Το And Eloquence turn'd upside down; Defying Oxford to surpass 'em In this new "Gradus ad Parnassum." * See the lives of these two poets for the circumstances under which they left Dublin College. In the year 1799, the Board of Trinity College, Dublin, thought proper, as a mode of expressing their disapprobation of Mr. Grattan's public conduct, to order his portrait, in the Great Hall of the University, to be turned upside down, and in this position it remained for some time. TRANSLATION FROM THE GULL LANGUAGE. Scripta manet. 1833. 'Twas graved on the Stone of Destiny But years on years successive flew, And the letters still more legible grew, At top, a T, an H, an E, And underneath, D. E. B. T. Some thought them Hebrew,-such as Jews, * Liafail, or the Stone of Destiny, -for which see Westminster Abbey. While some surmis'd 'twas an ancient way Who had thereto a wonderful bias,) And prov'd in books most learn'dly boring, 'Twas called the Pontick way of scoring. Howe'er this be, there never were yet That, 'twixt them, form'd so grim a spell, As did this awful riddle-me-ree Of T. H. E. D. E. B. T. * Hark! it is struggling Freedom's cry; 66 Help, help, ye nations, or I die; "'Tis Freedom's fight, and, on the field "Where I expire, your doom is seal'd." The Gull-King hears the awakening call, He hath summon'd his Peers and Patriots all, And he asks, "Ye noble Gulls, shall we "Stand basely by at the fall of the Free, "Nor utter a curse, nor deal a blow?" And they answer, with voice of thunder, "No." Out fly their flashing swords in the air! Alas! some withering hand hath thrown And pointing now, with sapless finger, T. H. E. D. E. B. T. At sight thereof, each lifted brand In vain the King like a hero treads, His Lords of the Treasury shake their heads And to all his talk of "brave and free,” But "T. H. E. D. E. B. T." |