Be equally courteous and free,
And shed all your smiles upon me.
"Tis I will endure all the shame,
For me every body will blame;

I'll be called by each stranger and visitor,
The cruel ungrateful Solicitor.

No matter for thee, oh! my fair,
The worst of misfortunes I'd bear!
As love is the general passion,
Crim. Con. must be surely in fashion.
No matter what folks then exclaim,
Since Princes and Lords did the same;
Besides, it is well understood,
Attorneys are not very good.

* See the Comedy of the "Constant Couple," or a Trip

to the Jubilee.

† Mrs. G———1 was the original Floranthe in the play of

the "Mountaineers,"

ADDRESS XVI.

Paddy Bull to John Bull.

OH my dear brother Bull, this letter I've written,
Comes hoping you're very well in Little Britain:
I've written this letter, because, do you see,
I got Dennis Casey to pen it for me,
To see if I can't by persuasion, dear joy,
Coax you over to be a brave Orange Boy.
For do not suppose, tho' some people have said it,
That those o' th' Orange Club are men of no
credit.

I know one of your speakers, without any reason,
Thought proper to say 'twas a meeting for treason;
That's all botheration-I can sartify this,
That we, Orange heroes do nothing amiss;
And if it is true, as your Speaker harangued,
There's some dead long ago who now should be
hanged-

Oh had I been near him when thus he spoke wrong, He should not have talk'd without houlding his

tongue

And faith if he did, Sir, myself would reply,

'The truth which you utter is all a big lie.”.
Yes, all a big lie-for 'tis well understood,
That we do o'my conscience a vast deal of good.
The oath which we take might be certainly sworn
By the poor little babe that's only just born.
Quite harmless, dear John, every word that we

say,

In this innocent oath which runs in this

way:

"I, Mr. A. B. (of some place or other)
Swear hereby to be every Orangeman's brother;
I swear in defence of the Church and the State,
I'll break, when I can, every Catholic pate ;
To show that I Protestant principles nourish,

I

swear a Shillelagh I always will flourish.

Moreover, to prove my aversion to Satan,

I'll stick to Pat D-gen-n and leave Mr. G—n.”

The rest I forget-but no matter for that,
For yesterday morning I had it quite pat-

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ADDRESS XVII.

Lord B―n to J. My, Bookseller.

A TURKISH tale I shall unfold,
A sweeter tale was never told;
But then the facts, I must allow,
Are in the east not common now;
Tho' in the "olden time," the scene
My Goaour describes had often been.
What is the cause? Perhaps the fair
Are now more cautious than they were;
Perhaps the Christians not so bold,
So enterprising as of old.

No matter what the cause may be,
It is subject fit for me.

Take my disjointed fragments then,

The offspring of a willing pen.