A man that's fond of boozing, So do not get drunk any more. THE FOUR-LEAVED SHAMROCK. SAMUEL LOVER. I'LL seek a four-leaved shamrock in all the fairy dells, And if I find the charmed leaves, oh, how I'll weave my spells! I would not waste my magic might on diamond, pearl, or gold, For treasure tires the weary sense,such triumph is but cold; But I would play the enchanter's part in casting bliss around, Oh! not a tear nor aching heart should in the world be found. To worth I would give honour !—I'd dry the mourner's tears, And to the pallid lip recall the smile of happier years; And hearts that had been long estranged, and friends that had grown cold, Should meet again--like parted streams --and miugle as of old! Oh! thus I'd play the enchanter's part, thus scatter bliss around, And not a tear nor aching heart should in the world be found! The heart that had been mourning o'er vanish'd dreams of love Should see them all returning,--like Noah's faithful dove, And Hope should launch her blessed bark on Sorrow's dark'ning sea, And Mis'ry's children have an Ark, and saved from sinking be; Oh! thus I'd play the enchanter's part, thus scatter bliss around, And not a tear nor aching heart should in the world be found! PADDY BLAKE'S ECHO. SAMUEL LOVER. IN the Gap of Dunlo There's an echo or so ; And some of them echoes is very sur prisin'; You'll think in this stave That I mane to desaive For a ballad's a thing you expect to find lies in. But sartin and thrue In that hill forninst you There's an echo as sure and as safe as the bank too; If you civilly spake, "How d'ye do, Paddy Blake?" The echo politely says, "Very well, thank you." One day Teddy Keogh With Kate Connor did go To hear, from the echo, this wonderful talk, sir; But the echo, they say, Was conthrairy that day, Or perhaps Paddy Blake had gone out for a walk, sir. "Now," says Teddy to Kate, "Tis too hard to be bate By this deaf and dumb baste of an echo, so lazy ; But if we both shout To each other, no doubt We'll make up an echo between us, my daisy !" "Now, Kitty," says Teddy, "Oh, very well, thank you," cries out Kitty, then, sir; "Would you like to be wed, Kitty darlin'?" says Ted. "Oh, very well, thank you," says Kitty again, sir; "Do you like me?" says Teddy, And Kitty, quite ready, Cried, "Very well, thank you," with laughter beguiling. I think you'll confess Teddy could not do less Than pay his respects to the lips that were smiling. Oh, dear Paddy Blake, Those hills that return us such echoes endearing; And may girls all translate Their soft answers like Kate, No faithfulness doubting, no treachery fearing. And, boys, be you ready, Like frolicsome Teddy, Be earnest in loving, tho' given to joking" And thus, when inclined, Sweet echoes to answer from hearts they're invoking. LAMENT OF THE IRISM MAIDEN. A BRIGADE BALLAD. DENNY LANE. AIR-" The Foggy Dew." ON Carrigdhoun the heath is brown, My hawk has flown, ochone machree. The heath was green on Carrigdhoun, When Doinnall swore, ay, o'er and o'er, |