Then hurrah, hurrah! For the tankard gay,— 'Tis the whack that we ne'er can spurn, And when laid up May a brimming cup Be carved on my humble urn. Epithalamic Epigram, 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 could not long remain alone; Her charms are now more brilliant still, She grieves not, though some people will, Slander, 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 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, Hath been to earth by Slander hurl❜d, Beneath some other name. 'Twas embryo Slander raised the club Look on Canaan's myriad sons, That reach ignoble graves; "Twas Slander brought the curse on Ham, That made his children slaves. What called the heavenly vengeance down The voice that tempted man to scorn A slandered Godhead's power. What brought the plague to Pharaoh's halls With Abram's lovely spouse? 'Twas vile deceit that hatched a lie To slander Sarah's vows. When God came down from Heaven to be A sacrifice for man, Slander met Mercy on the way, In hopes to spoil her plan. 'Twas Slander breathed in Herod's ear 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, Ere he displayed one glorious work, What brought the tear to Peter's eye, What made the wretched Judas hang 'Twas Slander reached the traitor's heart, And woke the demon there. When Christ was Pilate brought before, 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, |