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 ;

She gained a Hart for life.

Her charms are now more brilliant still,

Displayed in Hymen's mart;
She grieves not, though some people will,

She took them all to Heart.

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

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,
Hath been to earth by Slander hurld,

Beneath some other name.

'Twas embryo Slander raised the club

That drank pure Abel's blood,
And rampant rode the world till God

In vengeance sent the Flood.
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

On proud Arpachshad's Tower?

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,

Elsewhere by thousands seen?
Assailed by Slander's railing tongue,

Unknown he went his way ;
So Grace in sorrow turned aside,

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,
Dearer than ever pen can tell.
Yet ’tis not for thy sloe-black eye,
More bright than eve-star in yon sky,
'Tis not thy cheek where blooms the rose,
Thy cherry lips that pearls disclose,
Love-kindling breath, ambrosial sweet,
Fanning around me at thy feet.

'Tis not thy bosom fair as snow,
That vies in whiteness with thy brown-
'Tis not thy shining auburn hair,
Straying in clustered ringlets there,
Nor yet thy form than sylph more light,
Thy smile so cheery-sunny bright;
All these I sue not to my arms, -
The sensualist but seeks such charms.

I've lived ’mid eyes as bright as thine,
Yet never sighed to call them mine ;
I've basked in smiles from beauty's lip,
That Summer's dew that morn did sip;
I've sat within a lady's bower,
Whose fairness rivalled every flower ;-
But nought hath ever caused such wounds
As thy dear charming Thousand Pounds.