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PEEL'S PATHETIC APPEAL TO DANIEL O'CONNELL, I GIVE thee, Daniel, all I can, Ttiough poor the offering be, The Maynooth Grant is all, My Dan, That 1 can yield to thee; I might give up the Irish Church, But if I did, what then ? My friends would leave me in the lurch, 1 .mean, my party men. Perhaps 'tis just, perhaps 'tis fit, That 1 should more concede But then the House won't suffer it, They won't, they won't, indeed. Believe me, 1 my conscience pinch Much more than words can tell, To grant thee thus a single inch i And thou would't take an ell I Oh. do be quiet, Daniel; pray Be moderate, I implore Take what I cede; another day, 1 may allow thee m.ore Keep Ireland out of water hot, I beg thee, on my knees, And I won't say that she shall not Have justice-hy degrees. — « THE PLAINT OF THE UNFINISHED PIERS. MR, En!1'OR,Taking a walk by the proposed site of the Suspension Bridge, a few midnights since, I was the affrighted witness of a most supernatural scene, which you will find described in the following. M a) I express a hope that the rllmoured act referred to in thlí last part uf the dialogue, may not bg carried into execution. AVON was in its bed below, And the lait bugle quenched in Zion Row; In Caledonia Place and round about, Pianofortes were hushed, and iave the 8bout For carriages from Mrs. S.'s ronte, No voice was heard through Clifton-not a sound, Unless where paced P.C. his" lonely round At this II dead hour," to Vincent's rocky crest, Where, like the Kenite, West bas built his nest, I wandered forth. a meditative youth, To think on love, and smoke a mild cheroot. How long from out yon woods inlo the lay Of Philomel, I'd listened, I can't say, When two rough voices, seeming all quite near, Rose on'the night, and grated on my ear: I 1 heard in accents hoarse, The two unfinished pien hold this discourse. LEIGH WOOD PIER Brother, how long-how long are we to Like twins of stonp on two steep points of land! I've looked at you, and you have looked at me For many years, in barren While everyone who passes by below, Looks up, and sneering, asks our use to know; And from IDe deck of every Irish hulk, The very pigs scoff at uur awkward bulk. CLIFTON PIER. No wonder, brother since from social bliu, You live lemote in woods, that you should miss The news and gossip too; while I, who dwell Amidst the" best of quality" can tell What's doing, what is done, and 10 be dooe. First know, then, that the world hat lately run Right mad with railroads,-and some shrewdly say The mania will shurtly come our way; And that before themselves ran finished be, Folks probably will fin ish, you and me. IIBIGH WOOD PIER. I hope so, nor care I at whose expense, Provide suspellsion end our lung suspense; 'Tis time we m..t-as we for years have sighed To shake our iron hands across the tide, Rut, brother, I hav. lately heard that men Say Brislul her Assize will get again; Once more enjoy the interesting right To hang her felons in her city's sight; And in this case shareholders are not loath For two tall gallowses to let us both; And that (disgraceful!) afler aJl their pains, Thev mean to hang meR, not a bridge, in chains, Proprietors maintain that thus Ihelr charter They may retain, as there would rise hereafter No cause for cange of title-as they'd be Still aptly called SUSPENSION COMPANV. -Bristol Time". *— THE DEW DROP. FROM THE WELSH OF D. 8ILV,Ur EVANS. How brilliant glutens forth the dew drop bright, When Phoebus painls the east with rosy light r When jO) ous birds renew their music sweet, From many a spray Ihe dawning day to greet. And the gay lark. high soaring, love Ihe skies, AI if its beams shone forth from angels' eyes. AI eve it shines, 'mid violet and ruse, And in their bosom bids itself repose. Soon ns the sun his fiery car resumes. And the dark suiface of the earth illumes, The dew drop, borne on ellsy wings, fursakes The parched earth, and new excursion makes To realms ethereal, there with many II smile, In mirth and dance the day time to beguile, And, as return the coolinj shades of niht" Asoends in robei more 8VIlldiù than the vEJ}0N THE EPSOW I'REMIEJt. The" Merry Monarch" won the race, The favourite was the last one But where's the wander in the case, CHARLSS alway. was a fast one.

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