fight for him and against him, and we will run for him and from him, to serve him or any of his family and acquaintance, as far and as much farther as lies in our power, dead or alive, as long as we live.

Witness our several and separate hands in conjunction, and one and all three of us both together. Patrick O'Connor. Blarney O'Brian. Carney Macquire.

ON IMPRISONMENT FOR DEBT.

Of old, the debtor that insolvent died,
Egypt the rites of sepulture denied ;
A different trade enlightened Christians drive,
And charitably bury him alive.

"A Card.-Mr. R. of Stanhope-street, presents his most respectful compliments to the gentlemen who did him the honour of eating a couple of roust chickens, drinking sundry tankards of ale, and three bottles of Madeira, &c. at his house on Monday night. In their haste they took away the tankard; they are heartily welcome to that; to the table-spoons, and to the light guineas which were in an old red morocco pocket-book, they are also heartily welcome; but in the said pocketbook there were several loose papers, which, consisting of private memorandums, receipts, &c. can be of no use to his kind and friendly visitors, but are important to him; he, therefore, hopes and trusts they will be so polite as to take some opportunity of returning them. For an old family watch, which was in the same drawer, he cannot ask on the same terms; but if any way could be pointed out, by which he could replace it with twice as many heavy guineas as they can get for it, he would gladly be the purchaser ; and is, with due respect, theirs, &c. W. R."

A packet was a few nights afterwards droppe into the area of his house, containing the bag and papers, with this apologetical epistle:

.

SIR,-You are quite a gemmen. Your made we be's not use to, and it got into our upp works, or we would never have cribbed you papers. They be all marched back ages wil the red book. Your ale was morial good, as the tankard and spoons were made luto a m soup in Duke's plaice, two hours before dey la The old tamily watch-cases were, at the sam time, made into a brown gravy, and the guts a new christened, and on their voyage to Hollan If they had not been transported, you should any had 'em agen, for you are quite a gemmen, bi you know as they have been christened, and got new name, they would no longer be of your s family; and soe, sir, we have nothing mors say, but that we be much obligated to you, shall be glad to sarve and wissit you by mite by day, and are yours, till death, A. B. and C."

THE PAINTER.

In ev'ry town and village round,
A marvellous wight is always found,
Whose works, in signs and wonders shown,
Make both himself and others known
Within the reach of mortal ken:
Beyond that space, like other men,
His works unseen, unheard his name,
Remain untrumpeted by Fame.

For each vain dauber must not hope
A Dryden, Addison, or Pope
To celebrate his art and skill,
Although these brethren of the quill
Were load and lavish in applause
"Of sev'ral, with as little cause;
Whilst many such, for want of brass
Or gold, their lives obscurely pass;
Nor when they die shall marble bust
Be placed above their humble dust;
No monument, no epitaph,

To make fools stare, and wise folks laugh,

elling, that Nature, now alive all,
glad she's rid of such a rival;
ough, finding him depriv'd of breath,
ats that herself may suffer death,”
ntented by their works to live,
death the fatal stroke shall give;
1 not entirely 'reft of praise,
hile simple clowns admiring gaze,
ng the globe hang by a pole;
e moon that never shall be whole.
ith greater wonder they behold

radiant blaze in burnished gold;
e rainbow too, placed as a sign,
earthly colours deign'd to shine;
d hither by a fixed star,
angers are guided from afar.-
aving the sky, sometimes he deigns
mimic what the world contains;
hand obstetric, head prolific,
oduce strange figures hieroglyphic
man, of beast, of fish, and fowl
insect, plant, jug, glass, and bowl;
it not confined to nature's store,
fertile fancy strikes out more

d much more strange than she can orag
te monsters! such as fiery dragon
dreadful shape and dismal hue,
egriffin green, the lion blue;
enis unique, by him so doom'd,
esia self-kindled flames consum'd;
Gran, shedding her heart's blood,
eds her unfilial infant brood;

te-lend angel here descends,
there a lamp-black fiend attends;
f noh, half woman, 'bove the surges
rid from the sea emerges;

gr, somewhat more than demi-
me, and some others I could name ye;
great his art, so vast his genius,

things, however heterogeneous,
by his pow'r combined together,
Lbey all were of a feather;
Dever with presumptuous hand

we tramgrés, heav'n's high command,"

on,

For nothing with or without breath,
In heav'n above or earth beneath,
Or in the waters under earth,

Is like that to which his brush gives birth
But all so like 'twould pose a witch
Well to determine which is which,
Had not that happy art been found
Which gives a form to empty sound,"
And makes the hand talk to the eye;
The traveller else, as passing by,
Might for a cow mistake the steed
But that ev'n" he who runs inay read,”
In capitals, THE WHITE HORSE INN,
And in less characters, “wine, beer, and gin."
When England Charles for Noll did barter,
Made one protector-t'other a martyr ;
When roundheads ruled our cavaliers,
The arts and sciences in tears
Mourn'd their protector's hapless fate,
Gentle, generous, good, and great;
It happen'd in these times fauatic,
Such artist with his host ran a tick,
Five pounds or so-a desperate score!
(It might be less, or might be more,)
Of their discourse the constant theme
Whene'er they met; at last this scheme,
Poor Brush, quite harass'd, did impart,
To pay each other art for art
Quoth he, they differ but in name,
The principle of both's the same,
On drawing both depend, 'tis clear-
I pictures draw, and you draw beer.
Then since they are so near a-kin,
To quarrel would be shame and sin."

The host, who could not mend the matter,
Thought something still than nothing better
In short, without much farther jargon,
They both agreed, and struck a bargain;
The host, in want of a new sign,
Gives him the subject, or design;
Not dictated by wicked wit,
But taken out of holy writ;
Nathless, resolved to make a show,

He would have Pharaoh's overthrow,

Home went the painter, overjoy'd,
To find himself again employ'd,
Got his materials and tools,

And laid the board all over gules,
But how to place the figures there
Required more skill than fell to's share!
He beat his head, and rubb'd his brow,
But rubb'd in vain, as I do now.
Tir'd of the task, he soon gave o'er,
Said that should do-he said, nay swore.
Next day returning to bis host,
He of his piece began to boast:-
"I'm sure it must be to your liking,
It is so very bold and striking."

Well, say no more,-let's see,-dispatch, Zounds-what is this!—a mere red splatch!” "Red splatch d'ye call't?-'tis the Red Sea." "The devil it is!-well, that may be; Then where are Pharaoh and his host ?"— "Drown'd in the sea, you know they're lost." "True-the Egyptians went to the bottom, But the Israelites, where have you got 'em And Moses too, who was their guide ?" "Oh! they're all safe on t'other side." The host, who hitherto had stickled, Finding at last his fancy tickled, His visage now began t' uncloud, And now he laugh'd both long and loud. When he recover'd from his fit, Quoth he," Friend Brush, I love thy wit, And like thy joke, yet much I doubt Some dunces may not find it out; Therefore 66 pro bono publico," In order that all men may know, In letters fair write under, (bids he) "This is Pharaoh in the Red Sea."

CURRAN'S SOUL OF WIT.

Curran's ruling passion was his joke. In his last illness, his physician observing in the morning that he seemed to cough with more difficulty, he answered, "That is rather surprising, as I have been practising all night."

CHOICE COMPANY.

An Indian of the Abipones (an equestrian per ple of South America) was about to be baptise "You will certainly go to heaven after this cer mony, when you die," said the Jesuit, who w to christen him; the Indian was content, Just the water was on the point of being thrown, he ever, a doubt arose in the mind of the savag "By this water I shall go to heaven ?" said ! "As sure as there are mosquitos in America," a swered the father." But my friends, who will be baptised, they must go to hell?" Assured they shall not miss, a man of them."-" Theo, cuse me; I am sorry to have given you this tr ble, but I shall choose to go too."

VILLAGE WOrthies.

The tailor, a pale-faced fellow, playsthe clari in the church choir, and, being a great musical nius, bas frequent meetings of the band at his bon where they make night hideous" by their certs. He is, in consequence, high in favour Master Simon; and, through his influence, the making, or rather marring, of all the liv of the hall, which generally look as though had been cut out by one of those scientife of the Flying Island of Laputa, who took me of their customers with a quadrant. The in fact, might rise to be one of the monied the village, was he not rather too prane to and keep holidays, and give concerts, and bl. his substance, real and personal, through his net, which literally keeps him poor both in and estate. He has, for the present, throwe his regular work, and suffered the breeches