Crests the tall pile with glory's brightest wreath,
And bids around perennial fragrance breathe;
While fame's loud clarion, to each distant zone,
Has made thy name and great achievements known!
From where the Ganges rolls his ample streams,
To the far goal of day's declining beams;
From realms, by suns of fiercest fervour cross'd,
To polar regions of eternal frost,

Shall th' proud fame, thro' every age and clime,
Imperishable, mock the rage of time!

POETICAL REFLECTIONS ON THE DEATH OF LORD NELSON,

(From the Poem of " ULM AND TRAFALGAR.")

"LAMENTED Hero! when to Britain's shore
Exulting Fame those awful tidings bore,
Joy's bursting shout in whelming grief was drown'd,
And victory's self unwilling audience found;
On every brow the cloud of sadness hung,
The sounds of triumph died on every tongue!

Not joy thus doubtful, sadness thus sincere,
Shall grace, erewhile, the tyrant-conqueror's bier;
Whether with undiscriminating sweep,

The scythe of war, amid the mangled heap,
Shall lay him low; or lone, corroding care,
Without one heart to pity or to share,

And cheerless toils of solitary sway,

Shall waste his withering frame with slow decay;
Come when it will from Heav'n's all righteous hand
To save, or to avenge, each injur'd land,

Nations shall kneel to bless the welcome doom,
And France, unfetter'd, trample on the tomb.

But thee, lov'd chief! what genuine griefs bemoan! Fleets, cities, camps, the cottage, and the throne! Round thy throng'd hearse those mingling sorrows flow,

And seek thee faintly in a pomp

of woe!

Yet not the vows thy weeping country pays, Not that high mead, thy mourning sov'reign's praise; Not, that the great, the beauteous, and the brave, Bend in mute reverence o'er thy closing grave; That with such grief as bathes a kindred bier, Collective nations mourn a death so dear; Not these alone shall sooth thy sainted shade, And consecrate the spot where thou art laid! Not these alone. But bursting through the gloom, With radiant glory from thy trophied tomb, The sacred splendour of thy deathless name Shall grace and guard thy country's martial fame; Far seen shall blaze the unextinguish'd ray, A mighty beacon, light'ning glory's way; With living lustre this proud land adorn, And shine, and save, through ages yet unborn!

IRISH CHURCH-MILITANT FANATICS.

THE reply of the colonel to the general, when addressed on the subject of a retreat, during an attack by the rebels in 1798, was in words to this effect: "We cannot hope for victory otherwise than by pre⚫ serving our ranks: if we break, all is lost; and for the spirit which I have seen displayed at this awful crisis by the Durham regiment, I can never bear the idea of its giving ground." This magnanimous answer was decisive; and the rebels retired in despair, after having been repulsed in a most furious assault, in which Father Michael Murphy, priest of Ballycannoe, was killed by a cannon-shot, within thirty yards of the Durham line, while he was leading his people to the attack.

Another famous fanatic, Father John Murphy, who figured away in the rebellion, was also supposed to be bullet-proof. This man's journal is curious; it was found on the field of battle at Arklow, by Lieutenant-Colonel Bainbridge, of the Durham fencible infantry, and sent by him to General Needham.

"Saturday night, May 26, at 6 A. M., 1798, began the republic of Ireland, in Boulavogue, in the county of Wexford, barony of Gorey, and parish of Kilcormick, commanded by the Reverend Doctor Murphy, parish-priest of the said parish in the aforesaid parish, when all the Protestants of that parish were

disarmed; and among the aforesaid, a bigot, named Thomas Bookey, who lost his life by his rashness. 26th. From thence came to Oulart, a country village adjoining, when the republic attacked a minister's house for arms, and was denied of; laid siege immediately to it, and killed him and all his forces; they the same day burned his house, and all the Orangemen's houses in that and all the adjoining parishes in that part of the country. The same day a part of the army, to the amount of 104 of infantry, and two troops of cavalry, attacked the republic on Oulart-hill, when the military were repulsed with the loss of 112 men, and the republic had four killed; and then went to a hill called Corrigua, where the republic encamped that night, and from thence went to a town called Camolin, which was taken without resistance; and the same day took another town and sate of a bishop At three in the afternoon, the same day, they laid siege to Eniscorthy, when they were opposed by an army of 700 men; when they were forced to set both ends of the town on fire, and then took the town in the space of one hour, and then encamped on a hill near the town, called Vinegarhill.

"BRYAN BULGER,

"DAARBY MURPHY, his hand and pen."

"Dated this 26th."

Some of the rebels who escaped this bloody conflict, by which Ireland was saved, in their forcible mode of expressing themselves, said, speaking of the

slaughter produced by the soldiery amongst them, "By Jasus, they mowed us down by the acre*!"

GENEROSITY.

THE Marquis of Pontécoulant, major of the Life Guards, had been so unfortunate in the life-time of Louis XV. as to incur the displeasure of the dauphiness. The cause was not a very serious one; but the princess, resenting it with the hasty vivacity of youth, declared she would never forget it. The marquis, who had not himself forgotten this decla

*That the Irish, even in a state of political ebullition, are capable of generous actions, the following fact will prove; During the rebellion, a Protestant, who was a prisoner in the hands of the rebels, was called out to be executed; the exe. entioner ordered him to turn his back; the prisoner refused, and calmly declared that he was not afraid to face death; and just as the former was about to fire at him, the latter told him to stop, and requested him to dispatch him with dexterity; and pulling off his hat, coat, and waistcoat, which were new, threw them to him as a present to favour him with a speedy death, The executioner was so impressed with his conduct, that he said he must be innocent, and refused to kill him; in consequence of which, another rebel rushed forward to put an end to his existence, upon which the executioner swore he would lay breathless at his feet the first man who attempted to hurt one hair of the prisoner's head, and conducted him in safety out of the rebel army.