And wearied Nature sinking to a dose,
Had chanticleer'd the mandate to repose.",
O'erpower'd with sleep, I occupied a bed,
And on the pillow just had laid my head,

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When lo! my ears were instantly assail'd;
And all the horrors of an age reveal'd;

Now in the heat of this tremendous scene,
A roar proclaim'd the death of EVELEEN;
Oh! woeful sound, tho' usher'd in with joy,
At once to grieve, to gladden and annoy;
The village brats in wild confusion run,
To hail the gloomy hour of grief and fun,
The rustic matrons in their shouts convey,

The gloom of sorrows which no tears display:
And thus producid a motley convocation,

To drink unboundedly for her salvation,

With ev'ry mark of doubtful ostentation,

Such direful wailing and such mirth takes place,.

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That pity: seems quite loaded with disgrace,
Straightway they aim (without a shade of doubt)
With zeal to festiyate a rabble rout,

Her darling manes brings a just uproar,

That o'er the mounds of mother-earth shall soar.
Arriv'd at last in grief's full pomp array'd,

The Bumps huzza'd, the Wenches laugh'd and pray'd,
And long, too long, in unison they bellow'd,
'Till all the chords of harmony were "mellow'd,
While EVELEEN reverb'd from ev'ry tongue,
The grave, the volatile, the old, the young,
Responded ev'ry howl, and echo'd ev'ry song;
The howl subsided, and the laugh restrain'd,

Order restor'd, sage gravity regain'd, s
MELPOMENE proceeds in doleful strains,
To paint the scene of EVELEEN's remains.
A canopy of sootstain'dusheets array'd,

Of grief symbolic gracefully display'd,

And sable tape in various! antique knots,
Mottled the Corpse, and serv'd as beauty-spots;

With thistles, hemlock, fern and dock bespread,
No pains were spar'd to decorate the dead:

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Three bottle-necks, both solid, deep and wide,
The lack of lustres legally supplied

Well suited to sustain a rushy blaze,

Whose splendour blendid pleasure with amaze...

One trencher teem'd a broach of chopp'd mundunges;
The other with pure essence of smelfungus ;
Precious as diamonds in a splendid casket:

So pipes unnumber'd occupied a basket,

To gratify the sleepers and the smokers,
And ope a field of fun for brats and jokers;
When ev'ry tube in torrid blazes shone,

From this of Catheleen, to that of Jone:

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When spitting, coughing, belching, grunting, puffing, Kept even pace with scratching and with snuffing!

A loud O yes! from wall to wall resounded, When all their arms from wall to wall they grounded: To honour the appearance of MACSUP, B

To shield their shins, and keep their spirits up;

Until O'CONNOR came whom they expected,

And all the actors disarrang'd and dos'd,
Resum'd their pipes, and squatted, all around;

When SARAH came prepar'd to stand her ground:

She stood it well.-The game of splink succeeds,

When ev'ry blister'd paw both smarts and bleeds: The howl, mean while, betimes is bellow'd o'er,

In all the duleid strains of wild uproar!

Where with the mob, and ave-maria mix,

To waft old EVELEEN beyond the Styx.

The rude brogue game, and well-known blind-man's-buff, Evinc'd each brawny hind of solid stuff;

And prov'd the fair of solid stuff also,

As their sweet-hearts from sad experience know:
To hide the ring, and eke to shift the glove,
To trip Shane-boy, and tell old tales of lové :
They act their part, and know the reason why,
With equal gladness, as they laugh,-or-cry.
And here an ave-maria next was mutter'd,

With all the grief of indevotion utter'd;

When ev'ry sorr'wing friend was heard and seen,

To thump the Coffin of old EVELEEN;

Whilst all the energy of Irish ery,

Was clearly mark'd on ev'ry tearless eye.

This wild uproar of frantic sadness o'er;

Th exhausted mourners load their pipes once more;

Their down-cast spirits wishing to retrieve,
To puff affliction off, and cease to grieve;
To hear the prodigies of OsSIAN Wrought,
His fame in war,-the battles that he fought:
The mighty deeds of glorious FION-MAC-COOL,
How manly OSCAR fought and play'd the fool:
And all the tales of legendary birth,

That lead to sorrow and engender mirth.
MACFLUMMERY, (the laureate of the night,)
An Orator, and Demi-bard outright;

To prove his pow'rs and win the palm beside,
Their eagar wishes straight-way gratified;

He told, retold, and sung, resung again,
Enough to addle any other brain;

Until a gen❜ral buzz arous'd the throng,
Usher'd a cry, an ave, and a song;

When each departs fatigued by fátes and roaring,
To his own shed to crown the night in snoaring.

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