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Κροκόπεπλος Ηως Ενι ροδων διφρῳ Λαμπρό Αφροδίτη,

Συν και κρυσῃ, Ουδαμως ησαν Ομοιαι καλλει Θεαις γηγενεσ' εν Κορκαγιῃ. Δια γυναικών Ελενη Αργείη Εταιρα Παρίδος Εν Φρύγιῃ Ουκ ην φιληνορ Παρα τοσουτον Ως Καθαρινα Μολλοιη.

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Per Stygem juro Roseam Auroram Deamque Floram Cum Venere, Non habuisse Formam decoram Paremque nostris In Corcagia. Clara Helena

Græciæ regina

Quæ sæpe dormiit

Cum Paride Meæ Catharinæ Parvæ divinæ

Inferior esset

Certissime.

Nymphæ quæ silvas Olim pererrabant Sine pudore

Aut modestia

Non potuissent
Lucem tenere

Deabus nostris

In Corcagiá

Nec meretrices
Ullæ sunt nobis
Omnes sed virgines

Castissima,

Basiant sæpe

Sed-o! modestius

Nymphis nudissimis

Achaia.

ANSTER.

I think that after that batch we may as well take a little rest; but before we do we must look at one more, and that is a first-rate song by an old contributor.

To Bessy.

The crystal fountains of those eyes
Wherein Love wadeth,

Those cheeks before whose purple dyes

The red rose fadeth;

Those smiles wherein the blush of dawn

Seems opening brightly

All the sweet airs that round thee fawn

Like Graces lightly;—

These only could not move

My soul to love.

What are they but a radiant veil

O'er the shrine's glory?—
What do they, if they not detail

Thy hearts bright story?

Oh dearer far than sunny look,

Or blush of roses,

The heart-more pure than purest brook,

That veil encloses.

Ask ye then what doth move

My soul to love?

That gentle heart where virtue dwells

And meekness shineth,

Round which her fairest, loveliest spells

Religion twineth;

Which seems like storied Paradise,
Always attended

By brightest angels from the skies

Newly descended,—

That heart it is doth move

My soul to love.

PUBLISHER.

This is sure to appear. Shew me a Magazine that can turn out better, and I will take the worth of my money out of the writer in a beating. Why, Boyle, I say, old boy, are you asleep?

BOYLE.

Ah! that is a noble

First-rate gin-first-first-rate.

line in Homer :

"The finest divarshun that's under the sun,

Is to sit by the fire till the praties are done."

SABERTASH.

Don't mind him Pat. Thank Providence we have got through the list. Now for the wine; O'Callaghan, you rascal.

Enter O'CALLAGHAN.

Bring in the same quantity of drink that Mr. Boyle ordered an hour or two since.

O'CALLAGHAN (staring)

An hour since! Lord bless you captain, are you joking?

GOLD SPECTACLES.

Joking you ruffian!-this is too serious a matter to joke about.

O'CALLAGHAN.

Arrah, captain, may be you're not aware when that ordher was gev.

SABERTASH.

Why, I heard it about an hour, or an hour and a half ago. Eh, Prout?

FATHER PROUT.

I say twenty minutes at the farthest.

O'CALLAGHAN.

By Saint Pathrick 'twas given ere last night, and ye've sat here tippling, and smoking, and dozing for two days. It's a truth I tell yez, captain. Honour bright. No lie in the matther.

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We do not think it necessary to linger any longer on this affair, only that we wish to assure our readers with all due solemnity, that Mr. O'Callaghan's statement was a falsehood from beginning to end, there being no foundation whatever for his insinuation. The only piece of truth was, that the entire allowance of liquids was certainly non inventus, but we cannot say what happened it. The jollification was attended by one advantage, and that was, its affording us an excellent opportunity to fascinate the public and the whole reading world, with the songs and wit by which it was so splendidly illumined.

PLAGIARISMS OF TOM MOORE.

The Prologue.

In Hansard's Parliamentary Debates vol. xxxix. page 161, the following passage occurs :—

Mr. Bateman said, "perhaps the Rt. Hon. Gentleman will answer me one question? I wish to know whether one Thomas Moore is on the pension list, or not? and if he be whether his pension were granted to him for making ballads for love-sick ladies, or for slandering George the 4th ?-Debate on the Civil List. Nov. 23, 1837.

It is not generally known that Mr. Bateman was a distinguished member of the Deipnosophist Club, and that it was among us he imbibed that hearty contempt for Whiggery, humbug and Tom Moore, which has always characterised him. The question which he, on the above occasion, put to Her Majesty's Chancellor of the Exchequer, was one that had occasionally occurred to the President of the Club also, and I have no doubt that it was the latter suggested to Mr. Bateman the propriety of making it the subject of parliamentary notice. We of the Club had indeed once proceeded so far that we had actually a petition drawn up, containing a list of Moore's enormities in the slander, sneak, sycophant and plagiary line, but out of compassion to the little man it was never presented. The following fragment of one of our President's innumerable discourses on this subject, seemed to

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