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To which he might have added from Dr. Watts:

"And see Sal-see Sal-see Salvation nigh."

Or this to the same common metre tune, "Miles's Lane".—

"Where my Sal-my Sal-my Salvation stands."

Or this when sung to "Job":

Or

"And love thee Bet

And love thee better than before."

"Stir up this stu

Stir up this stupid heart to pray."

Or this crowning absurdity:—

"And more eggs—more eggs-more exalts our joys.” This to the tune of "Aaron" 7's:—

"With thy Benny

With thy benediction seal."

This has recently been added in a fashionable metropolitan

church:

"And take thy pil

And take thy pilgrim home."

And further havoc is made with language and sense thus:—

"Before his throne we bow-wow-wow-ow-wow."

And

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"And we'll catch the flea

And we'll catch the flee-ee-eeting hour."

Two trebles sing, "And learn to kiss"; two trebles and alto, "And learn to kiss"; two trebles, alto, and tenor, "And learn to kiss"; the bass, solus, "the rod."

This is sung to a tune called "1

"Thou art my bull

Boyce":

Thou art my bulwark and defence."

THE CURSE OF O'KELLY.

Carmac O'Kelly, the celebrated Irish harper, went to Doneraile, in the county of Cork, where his watch was pilfered from his fob. This so roused his ire that he celebrated the people in the following unexampled "string of curses: "

Alas! how dismal is my tale,

I lost my watch in Doneraile,

My Dublin watch, my chain and seal,
Pilfered at once in Doneraile.
May fire and brimstone never fail
To fall in showers on Doneraile;
May all the leading fiends assail
The thieving town of Doneraile.
As lightnings flash across the vale,
So down to hell with Doneraile;
The fate of Pompey at Pharsale,
Be that the curse of Doneraile.
May beef or mutton, lamb or veal,
Be never found in Doneraile,
But garlic soup and scurvy kale,
Be still the food for Doneraile,
And forward as the creeping snail,
Industry be at Doneraile.

May Heaven a chosen curse entail,
On ragged, rotten Doneraile.
May sun and moon forever fail

To beam their lights on Doneraile;

May every pestilential gale

Blast that cursed spot called Doneraile;
May no sweet cuckoo, thrush or quail
Be ever heard in Doneraile;

May patriots, kings, and commonweal
Despise and harass Doneraile;
May every post, gazette and mail,
Sad tidings bring of Doneraile;

May vengeance fall on head and tail,
From north to south of Doneraile
May profit small, and tardy sale,
Still damp the trade of Doneraile:
May fame resound a dismal tale,
Whene'er she lights on Doneraile;

May Egypt's plagues at once prevail,

To thin the knaves at Doneraile;

May frost and snow, and sleet and hail,
Benumb each joint in Doneraile;

May wolves and bloodhounds race and trail
The cursed crew of Doneraile;

May Oscar with his fiery flail

To atoms thrash all Doneraile;
May every mischief, fresh and stale,
May all from Belfast to Kinsale,
Scoff, curse and damn you, Doneraile.
May neither flour nor oatmeal,
Be found or known in Doneraile;
May want and woe each joy curtail,
That e'er was known in Doneraile;
May no one coffin want a nail,
That wraps a rogue in Doneraile;

May all the thieves who rob and steal,
The gallows meet in Doneraile;
May all the sons of Gramaweal,
Blush at the thieves of Doneraile;
May mischief big as Norway whale,
O'erwhelm the knaves of Doneraile;
May curses whole and by retail,
Pour with full force on Doneraile;
May every transport wont to sail,
A convict bring from Doneraile;
May every churn and milking-pail
Fall dry to staves in Doneraile;
May cold and hunger still congeal,
The stagnant blood of Doneraile;
May every hour new woes reveal,
That hell reserves for Doneraile;
May every chosen ill prevail
O'er all the imps of Doneraile;
May th' inquisition straight impale,

The Rapparees of Doneraile;
May curse of Sodom now prevail,
And sink to ashes Doneraile;
May Charon's boat triumphant sail,
Completely manned from Doneraile;
Oh! may my couplet never fail
To find new curse for Doneraile;
And may grim Pluto's inner jail
Forever groan with Doneraile.

Hiberniana.

MARIA EDGEWORTH, in her Essay on Irish Bulls, remarks that "the difficulty of selecting from the vulgar herd a bull that shall be entitled to the prize, from the united merits of pre-eminent absurdity and indisputable originality, is greater than hasty judges may imagine."

Very true; but if the prize were offered for a batch of Irish diamonds, we think the following copy of a letter written during the Rebellion, by S―, an Irish member of Parliament, to his friend in London, would present the strongest claim :

"My dear Sir:-Having now a little peace and quietness, I sit down to inform you of the dreadful bustle and confusion we are in from these blood-thirsty rebels, most of whom are (thank God!) killed and dispersed. We are in a pretty mess; can get nothing to eat, nor wine to drink, except whiskey; and when we sit down to dinner, we are obliged to keep both hands armed. Whilst I write this, I hold a pistol in each hand and a sword in the other. I concluded in the beginning that this would be the end of it; and I see I was right, for it is not half over yet. At present there are such goings on, that every thing is at a stand still. I should have answered your letter a fortnight ago, but I did not receive it till this morning. Indeed, hardly a mail arrives safe without being robbed. No longer ago than yesterday the coach with the mails from Dublin was robbed near this town: the bags had been judiciously left behind for fear of accident, and by good luck there was nobody in it but two outside passengers who had nothing for thieves to take. Last Thursday notice was given that a gang of rebels were advancing here under the French standard; but they had no colors, nor any drums except bagpipes. Immediately every man in the place, including women and children, ran out to meet them. We soon found our force much too little; and we were far too near to think of retreating. Death was in every

face; but to it we went, and by the time half our little party were killed we began to be all alive again. Fortunately, the rebels had no guns, except pistols, cutlasses, and pikes; and as we had plenty of guns and ammunition, we put them all to the sword. Not a soul of them escaped, except some that were drowned in an adjacent bog; and in a very short time nothing was to be heard but silence.

Their uniforms were all different colors, but mostly green. After the action, we went to rummage a sort of camp which they had left behind them. All we found was a few pikes without heads, a parcel of empty bottles full of water, and a bundle of French commissions filled up with Irish names. Troops are now stationed all around the country, which exactly squares with my ideas. I have only time to add that I am in great haste.

"Yours truly,

"P.S.-If you do not receive this, of course it must have miscarried: therefore I beg you will write and let me know."

Miss Edgeworth says, further, that "many bulls, reputed to be bred and born in Ireland, are of foreign extraction; and many more, supposed to be unrivalled in their kind, may be matched in all their capital points." To prove this, she cites

numerous

examples of well-known bulls, with their foreign prototypes, not only English and Continental, but even Oriental and ancient. Among the parallels of familiar bulls to be found nearer our American home since the skillful defender of Erin's naïveté wrote her Essay, one of the best is an economical method of erecting a new jail :

cilmen in Canton, Mississippi :

The following resolutions were passed by the Board of Coun

1. Resolved, by this Council, that we build a new Jail. 2. Resolved, that the new Jail be built out of the materials

of the old Jail.

3. Resolved, that the old Jail be used until the new Jail is

finished.

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