Even you, had you witness'd his grand climactherics, Which actially threw one owld maid in hysterics Ɔr, och! had you heerd such a purty remark as his, That Papists are only "Humanity's carcasses, “Ris'n” — but, by dad, I'm afeard I can't give it ye "Ris'n from the sepulchre of-inactivity; "And, like owld corpses, dug up from antikity, "Wandrin' about in all sorts of inikity!! Even you, Judy, true as you are to the Owld Light, Would have laugh'd, out and out, at this iligant flight Of that figure of speech call'd the Blatherumskite. As for me, though a funny thought now and then came to me, Rage got the betther at last. and small blame to me! So, slapping my thigh, "by the Powers of Delf," I cock'd up my head, div'l a sinse remain'd in it. "But she (Popery) is no longer the tenant of the sepulchre of inactivity. She has come from the burial-place, walking forth a monster, as if the spirit of evil had corrupted the carcass of her departed humanity; noxious and noisome, an object of abhor rence and dismay to all who are not leagued with her in iniquity.'' -Report of the Rev. Gentleman's Speech, June 20, in the Record Newspaper. We may well ask, after reading this and other such reverend ravings, "Quis dubitat quin omne sit hoc rationis egestas?" gone: Though, saited, I could have got beautiful on, At laste in our legs show a sthrong understandin'. Howsumdever, detarmin'd the chaps should pursaive What I thought of their doin's, before I tuk lave, "In regard of all that," says I-there I stopp'd short Not a word more would come, though I shtruggled hard for't. So, shnapping my fingers at what's call'd the Chair, And the owld Lord (or Lady, I b'lieve) that sat there "In regard of all that," says I bowldly again "To owld Nick I pitch Mortimer - and Docthor Den;" Upon which the whole company cried out " Amen;" And myself was in hopes 't was to what I had said, But, by gor, no such thing - they were not so well bred: [out, For, 't was all to a pray'r Murthagh just had read By way of fit finish to job so devout; That is afther well damning one half the com. munity, To pray God to keep all in pace an' in unity! This is all I can shtuff in this letther, though plinty Of news, faith, I've got to fill more – if 't was twinty But I'll add, on the outside, a line, should I need it, (Writin'" Private" upon it, that no one may read it,) To tell you how Mortimer (as the Saints chrishten him) Bears the big shame of his sarvant's dismisshin' him. (Private outside.) Just come from his riv'rence—the job is all done - LETTER X. FROM THE REV. MORTIMER O'MULLIGAN, TO THE REV. THESE few brief lines, my reverend friend, (Fearing lest some low Catholic wag But- scarce less trying in its way - To find, where'er our footsteps bend, Small jokes, like squibs, around us whizzing And bear the eternal torturing play Of that great engine of our day, Unknown to the' Inquisition-quizzing! Your men of thumb-screws and of racks With me to be a godly rover, With stings of ridicule all over; Much heed the suffering or the shame As, like an actor, used to hisses, I long have known no other fame, But that (as I may own to you, No chance of something more per ann. To forge anew the sever'd chain, Ah happy time! when wolves and priests For bagging either, live or dead; * Though oft, we're told, one outlaw'd brother Sav'd cost, by eating up the other. Finding thus all those schemes and hopes I built upon my flowers and tropes As flashy and unsound as they, The question comes what's to be done? one. "Among other amiable enactments against the Catholics at ths period (1649), the price of five pounds was set on the head of a Romish priest - being exactly the same sum offered by the Jame legislators for the head of a wolf." Memoirs of Capt. Rock, book i. chap. 10. |