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Then hurrah, hurrah !
For the tankard gay,–
And when laid up
May a brimming cup
On the marriage of Mr. John Hart, of Boyle, and Miss E.
Irwin, of Easkey.
What, tho' Eliza lost her own,
When she became a wife?
She gained a Hart for life.
Her charms are now more brilliant still,
Displayed in Hymen's mart;
She took them all to Heart.
Suggested by a Sermon preached in Wicklow, by the Rev.
Mr. Richie, W.M.P.
“Yet Michael the Archangel, when, contending with the Devil, he disputed about the body of Moses, durst not bring against him a railing accusation, but said, The Lord rebuke thee.”—Jude, 9v.
When first into the new-ploughed soil
Of man's soul, green and young, Sin entered by the Serpent's wile,
'Twas Slander smoothed his tongue. Since then each crime that doomed the world
To sorrow and to shame,
Beneath some other name.
'Twas embryo Slander raised the club
That drank pure Abel's blood,
In vengeance sent the Flood.
That reach ignoble graves ; 'Twas Slander brought the curse on Ham,
That made his children slaves.
What called the heavenly vengeance down
On proud Arpachshad's Tower?
The voice that tempted man to scorn
A slandered Godhead's power.
With Abram's lovely spouse ?
To slander Sarah's vows.
When God came down from Heaven to be
A sacrifice for man,
In hopes to spoil her plan.
To fear an earthly king, Which caused the mothers' screams that made
The coasts of Rama ring.
Why left the Saviour Nazareth,
Himself a Nazarene,
Elsewhere by thousands seen?
Unknown he went his way ;
And Slander won the day.
What brought the tear to Peter's eye,
When he with anguish cried ? 'Twas that his Heavenly Master he
Had slandered and belied.
What made the wretched Judas hang
Himself in wild despair ? 'Twas Slander reached the traitor's heart,
And woke the demon there.
When Christ was Pilate brought before,
Within the Judgment Hall, Even he, the Governor, declared
The charges Slander all. Slander nailed Jesus to the tree,
And Slander pierced his side ; For man, in Slander's meshes held,
The blessed Saviour died.
A Proposal For a Young and Handsome Lady, who was advertised by
her father to receive a Dowry of a Thousand Pounds.
Maiden, I love thee fond and well,
'Tis not thy bosom fair as snow,
I've lived ’mid eyes as bright as thine,