THE WELCOME,

On the safe arrival of the Right Hon. Lord Viscount DILLON, at his magnificent Seat at Loughglynne.

Illustrious DILLON! princely as thou art:
Accept th' oblations of a grateful heart,
Who long, and justly, did thy absence mourn,
And shares the gen'ral joy at thy return;
To renovate thy fame that far extends,

And bless thy num'rous fenantry and friends ;
To aid the oppress'd, th' oppressor to restrain,
And grace the honors of thy Aquitain;
With all the countless virtues of thy race,

Learning with sense, and dignity with grace; ...
One leading feature consecrates the whole,

Compriz'd in native dignity of soul! 19 £ bad.

Then live great Man! to Justice ever dear, pedal

Be happy still in each succeeding year wo z'd 67 Be number'd with the Patriarchs of yore,

And at Loughglynne the golden age restore,

For 'tis the constant wish and ardent pray'r,

Of supliant Crowds that thou should'st anchor there.

群

A TRUE TRANSLATION OF

CUPPAUN Y'ARA,

Written by CARROLAN, in the year 1718.

Were I blest in sweet Arron, or Carlingford's-shade, Where Ships swiftly gliding for pleasure or trade: Where Claret delicious, in bumpers go round, And music enlivens the symphonic sound:

Far dearer to me is O'HARA'S tweet seat,

Sweet Nymphs-field! thou blest, and endearing retreat; Where my soul still enliven'd, breathes forth in the song, And my hours in soft raptures glide swiftly along.) Where each grateful heart drinks a health to its Lord, In humming brown Beer, here in plenty is stor❜d; Diffusing soft comfort and glee to the heart;

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Yes, the Cup of O'HARA would greater impart

'Tis dearer to me, it enlivens my laugh;

And my fingers run quicker while bumpers I quaff; But why should a POET on praising it dwell,

Since in taste and in flavour it so much excel;

Come then my friend TERENCE to this happy plain,

Where we'll toast in full bumpers our noble friend KEAN.

In that fair-fame they have so fairly won,
And kind remembrance long will rest upon.
Yet tho' strict Justice is so long denied,
And our allegiance woefully belied;

The time approaches when we will resist,
The shafts of rancour and dispel the mist:
Whereby th' unthinking has been clouded long,
And malice has confounded right with wrong,

By means that reason must attach to sense,
And ev'ry rule of public right dispense:

For Majesty, tho' distant from the throng,
And oft impos'd on, won't be hood-wink'd long;
Since truth and justice Majesty must sway,

And common reason tear the veil away. ob 10 Qur good Liege Lord still adverse to oppression, mi Vengeance wont pour on those who shun aggression; Nor will a Senate from experience wise, b

The rightful pray'r of millions still despise:

Or by coercion drive to desperation,

The sterling bulwark of a martial nation; CM In war intrepid and in peace who border, mat.

On excellence in moral and good order,

Because Fanatics, vulgar as vindictive,

Presume to dictate modes and laws restrictive:

A dastard medley envious of the merit,

Attach'd for ages to our faith and spirit;

From manhood as humanity exempt,

And whom the world repudiates with contempt;
Whose vile Credenda, horrid and pernicious,
Would e'en disgrace a modern Dionycious:

Which if adopted, obviously presages,

A sad revival of the barb'rous ages;
But their high-tide is low'ring to an ebb;
We won't be hamper'd in a spider's web:
Since ev'ry law of ev'ry reign agrees,
To loyal subjects Liberty and Ease.

MULTUM IN PARVO.

On the much-lamented death of Mrs. Shannon of Limerick,

Some POET's say, that pure benevolence, al

With spotless virtue,-Cent'ries fled from hence:

The bold assertion must be now denied;

'Twas th' other day good Mrs. SHANNON died.

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WESTERN MOON-LIGHT;

OR, THE

SORROWFUL PLEASURES OF A WAKE.

When SoL's old Garrons founder'd hack'd and heated,
A long days journey nearly had completed:
Their batter'd hoofs begrim'd, and chops to cool,
Eager they plung'd in Connamara pool,

And gave his Godship time to feast with THÉTIS,
On shellfish, herrings, mountain and bog potatoes.
When crouded rook'ries with their deadly din,
Croak'd faded hinds, to slumber or to sin;