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doubly dear to us, as the birth-day of our beloved prince, and the centenary of that which placed his illustrious family on the throne. (Here the above speech resounded through Millikin's trumpet.) And as, with grateful hearts, we, gentlemen, celebrate the centenary,"

("Centenary, Gentlemen," roared Millikin.) "May our descendants celebrate the millenary."

OMNES.

"Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! !”

(Another royal salute from the castle.)

PRESIDENT.

“Gentlemen, charge your glasses-Prospe

rity, success, and long continuance to all corporations; and, above all, to our own corporation of Ballintemple."

Toast-"THE CORPORATION OF BALLIN

TEMPLE,"

("With twenty times twenty," thundered Millikin, through the trumpet.)

After the prodigious uproar occasioned by two hundred cheers, (which left half the company hoarse for a fortnight after,) had subsided, there followed an ode, to which every justice was done by the vocal powers of Messrs. Magrath, Gillespie, Moeran, Bertridge, &c.

Recitative.

From Time's dark volume ushered into light,

The charter of our ancient corporation

Appears confessed of legal right;

The gaze and wonder of the astonished nation.

Chorus.

Ballintemple corporation,

The gaze and wonder of the nation.

Song.

Beneath the cliffs that guard this ancient port,

Proud Lee, delighted, rolls his ample wave; Hither his finny squadrons all resort,

And but in sadness Ballintemple leave.

Grand Chorus.

May our corporation see

Many an anniversary!

Recitative accompanied.

Now the dinner's widely spread-
Mark the tail and mark the head;

Mark the turbot smoaking hot,

Turbot in our harbour caught:

Fish, and flesh, and fowl in plenty

Eat the victuals Nature sent ye.

Chorus.

Fish, and flesh, and fowl in plenty-
Eat the victuals Nature sent ye!

Recitative.

Now disappears the cloth, and see the glass From hand to hand in quick succession pass, Till, sinking with excess, the weary throng Recruit their flagging spirits with a song.

(Here the airs and recitative were agreeably jumbled together, the better to give an idea of that happy moment of magisterial uproar.)

Now rise the vocal thunder to the sky,

Let every mouth wide open stand,

And let the transient zephyrs, as they fly,

Waft the glad uproar through the gaping land.

Deep, and more solemn, let the catch go round,

(Here the cornet could not refrain from expressing his delight, by whispering to Captain Dixon-"This is admirable-a solemn catch;

for it shews very forcibly, that solemnity which magistrates assume, even in their amusements." -"Hush, hush!" said Dixon.)

The mirth-exciting catch and jovial glee;
Let the deep bass be in the treble drowned,
And each by other all confounded be.

Oh, when that hour arrives, when round the board
Each alderman entranced in stupor sits,

With callipash and turbot richly stored,

And only talks, or seems to talk by fits.

And some arch tale shall now and then be told,
And now a joke shall half the circle bore;
One shall some dark mysterious point unfold,
'Till all around applaud him with a snore!

Behold again the drowsy corporation

By slow degrees awake,

And now, and now, and now, and now
A tenfold uproar make.

Another dozen call,

With lips as black as ink,

Till, one and all,

They blink and sink,

And sink and blink,

And bumpered to the gullet, down they fall.

Song.

So Mountain vintners put delicious wine,

For want of hogsheads, in the skins of swine.

Recitative.

See where the devil comes,

Resume your seats again

Hark! the crack'd corporation drums

Attempt to rouse the fuddled group in vain! Oh, fy! oh, fy! What will the world say? That you are drunk, and doubtless well it may.

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