profane

To disturb such a prodigy's marvellous reign.

As for scriptural proofs, he quite placed beyond doubt

That the whole in the Apocalypse may be found

out,

As clear and well-proved, he would venture to

swear,

As any thing else has been ever found there:While the mode in which, bless the dear fellow, he

deals

With that whole lot of vials and trumpets and seals,

And the ease with which vial on vial he strings,

Shows him quite a first-rate at all these sort of things.

So much for theology:-as for th' affairs

Of this temporal world-the light, drawing-room

cares

And gay toils of the toilet, which, God knows, I seek,

From no love of such things, but in humbleness meek,

And to be, as th' Apostle was, "weak with the weak,"

Thou wilt find quite enough (till I'm somewhat less busy)

In th' extracts enclosed, my dear news-loving Lizzy.

That those stylish Fitzwigrams begin to dress plain. Even gay little Sophy smart trimmings renouncesShe, who long has stood by me through all sorts of flounces,

And show'd, by upholding the toilet's sweet rites, That we, girls, may be Christians, without being frights.

This, I own, much alarms me; for though one's religious, [hideous; And strict and-all that, there's no need to be And why a nice bonnet should stand in the way Of one's going to heaven, 'tisn't easy to say.

grown,

Having lived in our faith, mostly die in their own,1 Praying hard, at the last, to some god who, they say,

When incarnate on earth, used to steal curds and whey.'

away;

And (what is still worse) for the rum and the rice They consumed, while believers, we saints pay the price.

That handsome Magan, too, with wings on his shoulders,

(For all this pass'd in the realms of the Bless'd,) And quite a creature to dazzle beholders; While even O'Mulligan, feather'd and dress'd As an elderly cherub, was looking his best.

1 Of such relapses we find innumerable instances in the accounts of the Missionaries.

2 The god Krishna, one of the incarnations of the god Vishnu. "One day (says the Bhagavata) Krishna's playfellows complained to Tasuda 2at he had pilfered and ate their curds."

3 "Roteen wants shaving; but the barber here will not de it. He is run away lest he should be compelled. He says he will not shave Yesoo Kreest's people."-Bapt. Mission Society, vol. ii. p. 493.

4 In the Reports of the Missionaries, the Roman Catholics are almost always classed along with the Heathen. "I have extended my labors (says James Venning, in a Report for 1831) to the Heathen, Mahomedans, and Roman Catholics." "The Heathen and Roman Catholics in this neighborhood (says another missionary for the year 1832) are not indifferent, but withstand, rather than yield to, the force of truth." • An account of these Powerscourt Conversaziones, (under the direct presidency of Lord Roden,) as well as a list of the subjects discussed at the different meetings, may be found in the Christian Herald for the month of December, 1832. The following is a specimen of the nature of the question sub

As to which of the two I singled out.
But-awful to tell-when, all in dread

Of losing so bright a vision's charms,
I grasp'd at Magan, his image fled,
Like a mist, away, and I found but the head

Of O'Mulligan, wings and all, in my arms!
The Angel had flown to some nest divine,
And the elderly Cherub alone was mine!
Heigho!—it is certain that foolish Magan
Either can't or won't see that he might be the man;
And, perhaps, dear-who knows?—if naught better
befall

But—O'Mulligan may be the man, after all.

N.B.

Next week mean to have my first scriptural rout, For the special discussion of matters devout ;Like those soirées, at Powerscourt, so justly re

nown'd,

For the zeal with which doctrine and negus went

round;

Those theology routs which the pious Lord R―d-a. That pink of Christianity, first set the mode in;

mitted to the company:-"Monday Evening, Siz o'clock. September 24, 1832.- An examination into the quotations given in the New Testament from the Old, with their connection and explanation, viz. &c. &c.— Wednesday.— 'Should we expect a personal Antichrist? and to when r he be revealed?' &c. &c.-Friday. What light does Scrip rure throw on present events, and their moral character! What is next to be looked for or expected ?'" &c.

The rapid progress made at these tea-parties in setting points of Scripture, may be judged from a paragraph in the │ account given of one of their evenings, by the Christian Herald:

"On Daniel a good deal of light was thrown, and there was some, I think not so much, perhaps, upon the Revelations though particular parts of it were discussed with considerable accession of knowledge. There was some very interesting inquiry as to the quotation of the Old Testament in the New particularly on the point, whether there was any accomme dation,' or whether they were quoted according to the mind di the Spirit in the Old: this gave occasion to some very in teresting development of Scripture. The progress of the Antichristian powers was very fully discussed "

As for puffing-that first of all lit'rary boons,
And essential alike both to bards and balloons-
As, unless well supplied with inflation, 'tis found
Neither bards nor balloons budge an inch from the
ground;-

In this respect, naught could more prosp'rous befall;
As my friend (for no less this kind imp can I call)
Knows the whole world of critics-the hypers and
all.

I suspect he himself, indeed, dabbles in rhyme,
Which, for imps diabolic, is not the first time;
As I've heard uncle Bob say, 'twas known among
Gnostics,

That the Dev'l on Two Sticks was a dev'l at
Acrostics.

But hark! there's the Magnet just dash'd in from

"Tis known that a certain distinguish'd physician Prescribes, for dyspepsia, a course of light reading;

And Rhymes by young Ladies, the first, fresh edition,

(Ere critics have injured their powers of nutrition,) Are he thinks, for weak stomachs, the best sort of feeding.

Satires irritate-love-songs are found calorific;
But smooth, female sonnets he deems a specific,
And, if taken at bed-time, a sure soporific.
Among works of this kind, the most pleasing we
know,

Is a volume just publish'd by Simpkins and Co.,
Where all such ingredients-the flowery, the sweet,
And the gently narcotic-are mix'd per receipt,
With a hand so judicious, we've no hesitation
To say that 'bove all, for the young generation-
"Tis an elegant, soothing, and safe preparation.

Nota bene-for readers, whose object's to sleep, And who read in their nightcaps, the publishers keep Good fire-proof binding, which comes very cheap.

From all my sister writes, I see
That you and I will quite agree.
I'm a plain man, who speak the truth,

And trust you'll think me not uncivil,
When I declare that, from my youth,
I've wish'd your country at the devil:
Nor can I doubt, indeed, from all
I've heard of your high patriot fame-
From every word your lips let fall-

That you most truly wish the same.
It plagues one's life out-thirty years
Have I had dinning in my ears,

"Ireland wants this, and that, and t'other,"

And, to this hour, one nothing hears
But the same vile, eternal bother.
While, of those countless things she wanted,
Thank God, but little has been granted,
And ev'n that little, if we're men
And Britons, we'll have back again!

I really think that Catholic question
Was what brought on my indigestion;
And still each year, as Popery's curse
Has gather'd round us, I've got worse;
Till ev'n my pint of port a day
Can't keep the Pope and bile away.
And whereas, till the Catholic bill,
I never wanted draught or pill,
The settling of that cursed question
Has quite unsettled my digestion.

Look what has happen'd since--the Elect
Of all the bores of every sect,
The chosen triers of men's patience,
From all the Three Denominations,
Let loose upon us;—even Quakers
Turn'd into speechers and law-makers,
Who'll move no question, stiff-rump'd elves,
Till first the Spirit moves themselves;
And whose shrill Yeas and Nays, in chorus,
Conquering our Ays and Nos sonorous,
Will soon to death's own slumber snore us.
Then, too, those Jews!—I really sicken

To think of such abomination;
Fellows, who wo'n't eat ham with chicken,
To legislate for this great nation!—
Depend upon't, when once they've sway,

With rich old Goldsmid at the head o' them! Th' Excise laws will be done away,

And Circumcise ones pass'd instead o' them!

In short, dear sir, look where one will,
Things all go on so devilish ill,
That 'pon my soul, I rather fear

Our reverend Rector may be right,
Who tells me the Millennium's near;
Nay, swears he knows the very year,

And regulates his leases by't ;Meaning their terms should end, no doubt, Before the world's own lease is out. He thinks, too, that the whole thing's ended So much more soon than was intended, Purely to scourge those men of sin Who brought th' accursed Reform Bill in.'

However, let's not yet despair;

Though Toryism's eclipsed, at present, And-like myself, in this old chair

Sits in a state by no means pleasant;
Feet crippled-hands, in luckless hour,
Disabled of their grasping power;

And all that rampant glee, which revell'd
In this world's sweets, be-dull'd, be-devil'd―
Yet, though condemn'd to frisk no more,

And both in Chair of Penance set,
There's something tells me, all's not o'er,
With Toryism or Bobby yet;
That though, between us, I allow
We've not a leg to stand on now;
Though cursed Reform and colchicum
Have made us both look deuced glum,
Yet still, in spite of Grote and Gout,
Again we'll shine triumphant out!

Yes-back again shall come, egad,
Our turn for sport, my reverend lad.
And then, O'Mulligan-oh then,
When mounted on our nags again,
You, on your high-flown Rosinante,
Bedizen'd out, like Show-Gallantee,
(Glitter great from substance scanty ;)—
While I, Bob Fudge, Esquire, shall ride
Your faithful Sancho, by your side;
Then-talk of tilts and tournaments!
Dam'me, we'll ·

'Squire Fudge's clerk presents

To Reverend Sir his compliments;

Is grieved to say an accident
Has just occurr'd which will prevent
The Squire though now a little better-
From finishing this present letter.

Just when he'd got to "Dam'me, we'll—”
His Honor, full of martial zeal,

Grasp'd at his crutch, but not being able
To keep his balance or his hold,
Tumbled, both self and crutch, and roll'd
Like ball and bat, beneath the table.

All's safe-the table, chair, and crutch;
Nothing, thank God, is broken much,
But the Squire's head, which, in the fall,
Got bump'd consid'rably-that's all.
At this no great alarm we feel,
As the Squire's head can bear a deal.

1 This appears to have been the opinion also of an eloquent writer in the Morning Wath. "One great object of Christ's second Advent, as the Man and as the King of the Jews, is to

punish the Kings who do not acknowledge that their authority is derived from him, and who submit to receive it from that many-headed monster, the mob." No. x. p. 373.